<?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-32121724</id><updated>2012-03-07T20:49:56.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work It Till You've Got It.</title><subtitle type='html'>Challenge everything, bow down to nothing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-8252919587429320040</id><published>2009-08-19T07:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:34:45.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you were here - Incubus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ifs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were here, I would bring you to the beach so you can see how the sunrise resembles your presence in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were here, I would take you to the hills overlooking the cities and its people because with you, I wouldn't need any of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were here, I would sit with you beneath the clear night while staring up at the stars as there is nothing else to compare you to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were here, I would have someone to read all these words I have been wanting to say to the right person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If only you were here, I would be the happiest person for there is nothing else I want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Buts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you're not here and I won't be able to tell you that everytime you look into my eyes, all I can see is bliss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you're not here and I can't tell you how much your smile makes me feel that everday is a gift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you're not here and I can't tell you how your every move is as graceful as a swan's flight into the heavens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you're not here and I can't laugh or cry because love is a bittersweet symphony performed by you and I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you're not here and I can't tell you that I love you despite everything that has, is and will happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-8252919587429320040?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/8252919587429320040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=8252919587429320040' title='240 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8252919587429320040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8252919587429320040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/08/wish-you-were-here-incubus.html' title='Wish you were here - Incubus'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>240</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-609784733876376517</id><published>2009-06-02T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:08:10.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday - Anonymous</title><content type='html'>Going into 22 with about 3 hours away is kind of weird for me. For one, i'm studying for my exams..well i've been doing so for the past 16 years but it's only dawned upon me this year. oh well, never too late =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, it's abit more serious this year. Partly because i am reaching that age where you actually go out and work to support yourself rather than stay at home and be supported by people who actually go out and work to support you and themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, ever since coming to perth to study, i feel that everything in life has changed. that's generally and quite frankly speaking, the changes have not stopped. bar physical changes, maybe living alone, out of your security blanket really does force you to grow up, akin to a butterfly's transformation. that and of course i live longer than 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, there is nothing better than your ability to socialize with other people in helping you stay sane in perth. not that hanging out with the same group of friends is madness but then again, you pay big money to study in a foreign country, so might as well explore the country in detail no? this is especially true considering the &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/transient"&gt;transient&lt;/a&gt; period we are all in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning 21 is like a leap from being young into being an adult. Turning 22 makes you realize that turning 21 was just a trial period for adulthood. This time it's real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-609784733876376517?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/609784733876376517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=609784733876376517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/609784733876376517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/609784733876376517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-anonymous.html' title='Happy Birthday - Anonymous'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-4757262697803719093</id><published>2009-05-26T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:43:29.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stanley Kubrick - Mogwai</title><content type='html'>You know those weird husband-wife stories where the husband and wife just can't work it out in bed and thus the wife is allowed to have liaisons with other men to compensate her less than average married sex life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the wife got pregnant and the husband insists on keeping the child. Then, as the years go into decades, the husband still possesses unwavering love for the kid and the wife ( i'd just go mad like  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Torrance"&gt;mr. torrance&lt;/a&gt;) until one day, by accident or confession the kids finds out that his dad isn't his real dad. Just imagine the severity of the truth impacting the kid's life after what 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would the kid do then? Makes you wonder how far the repercussions of your present actions go into the future. Lesson learned: think ahead and have a pro-sexlifeless husband pre-nup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-4757262697803719093?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/4757262697803719093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=4757262697803719093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4757262697803719093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4757262697803719093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/05/stanley-kubrick-mogwai.html' title='Stanley Kubrick - Mogwai'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-3261799916002536467</id><published>2009-05-16T18:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:30:30.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the fire and  flames - Dragonforce</title><content type='html'>When we were little, it was easier for us to call other people around our age, names. Simply because at that age, everyone was so naive and only had one clear and definite expression at any given time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, when we all are a little bit more...fat, we find it harder to give or label other people simply because we have so many different facades. Like me for instance, you could call me homosexual based on the hair I have ( no, i was kidding about that.really) or call me an olympic champion if you knew why i don't exactly walk; i strut most of the time. Or maybe you could call me lazy just by counting the number of days I am not in class. Either way, it's not as simple as calling me fatboy. well, most of the time that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does this all relate? You see, I have a friend who happens to be something of a highly-motivated and results driven kind of guy. whatever that means. all i know is he shows off alot of his stuff to us which we know we can't get owing to our present predicament..no, situation. Now, I always thought he was somewhat abit of a w***** but late last night, in a frenzy and haze of dizzying flashbacks, I realise that he does all that simply because he is a friend of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying a friend of a mine is necessarily a wanker. What I am trying to say is that all the things he does..well the things he shows off to us is actually very much like a process of being friends with us. he shows..well the correct word here now is share, really. Anyway, he shares with us all his stuff simply because he knows we care and he cares about us knowing because with friends, sharing is indeed caring. So beneath a fake hubris of a showoff, our dear friend is indeed our very dear friend as he bothers and takes the time to tells us all about his achievements solely because he wants all his friends to celebrate the occasion with him as how he would with anyone one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time, whenever you think a friend of urs is abit of a showoff, remember he's just really happy to be able to share something he has with yous guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wowz.i just made so much sense that my head is hurting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-3261799916002536467?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/3261799916002536467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=3261799916002536467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3261799916002536467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3261799916002536467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-we-were-little-it-was-easier-for.html' title='Through the fire and  flames - Dragonforce'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1610393652788299618</id><published>2009-05-13T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:08:33.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you are but what am I? - Mogwai</title><content type='html'>Caution, if you are feeling really positive right now. Do me a favour and turn away to perhaps, happy tree friends or something. This post is all about me being lost and how the different emotions I am feeling reflect the various situations I am in right now. Gosh I just wrote a summary of my post. wowza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going through these times where I do not know what I'm doing and why I'm doing whatever it is I'm on. I hate it because I do not like uncertainties. No one likes feeling lost in just about everything which matters. friends, studies, families, activities, religion, mentality, words and wtv. everything's a blur right now and i don't mean the good kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example, I am now living with someone who has penchant for controlling everyone. That's her and I sure as hell would not like to change that because she might turn into an even more horrible kind of person. The type which I will not hesitate to maim, chop, slice, murder and then throw her body parts all over the state of western australia, the biggest state of australia. Back to the story, I am living with her but then again, I am being pushed to socialize and mix around with her solely because of a cockup made by another friend made by having his girlfriend live in the house, at which due to a mismatch of personalities or my preferences of not doing house chores immediately or maybe even because of a miscommunication (i honestly couldn't be bothered to find out more so move out of the house), has resulted in the lovely house of 6 turn into something of a house occupied by 3 factions, each with distinct languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will forever haunt me the fact that I have somehow arrived at this junction purely by me not doing anything other than saying "yes, even though i have met her only once before, I think she would make a great addition to the household and a good girlfriend for you as well, go for it mate". New age spiritualist call this something related to karma. More rudimentary views would include whatever I am facing now is but a challenge I need to overcome. An even more fundamentalist view would be that I am paying for my past transgressions or sin, if you will. I think its a complete cock up of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things which I could have done wrong were saying go for it, not washing the dishes as soon as I finished the last speck of curry on it, not paying for groceries as soon as I am told to not fret over it, and of course, keeping quiet and not saying a single word because if you're right, the truth will always fail. or was it prevail.something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hazard a guess that because I did not wash the plates as soon as I was done eating and because I did not have enough cash when I was told to pay up and because I may have appeared to good of a friend and also because I have not said anything since to show innocence, I am being paid for whatever I am feeling right now. Such is the view of most religions. argue all you want but at some point, every single religion will always go back to the point that you will pay for your sins no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all these, what we are really doing is being selfish really. You can call it protecting what's rightfully yours or fighting for what you want. A friend of mine who is abit of an idiot decided to fool us one day by saying something trivial and along the lines of everyone is greedy. needless to say, we laughed at him hard. But here i am, contemplating that silly man's thoughts and it really does make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was and is selfish for wanting a girlfriend at the expense of the friendship with everyone else in the house. Me? I am probably being selfish as I want peace and quiet, my friend back the way he was and the way how things where before.His girlfriend, well can't blame her for being on the low end of the intelligent scale,  is rather stupid as the only reason she is here, as far as i can see, is to play the role of a faithful wife who cooks for him and have practice runs with him before they actually make children. there is no other conceivable and rational reason for her to be living in this house besides that.There are two other girls in the house who used to be rather annoying and still are but the friendships I have with them and the friendships they have with my friend will never be the same again since they fully well know I am extra friendly with them now that I've just been ditched for a woman who will be staying until june. fk i sound like someone without a life. and i don't doubt it for one minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always been faint but now its as clear as the sun,i need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in life, the emotions I am currently feeling at the moment are hopelessness, blurness akin to everything around you just going past you in a blur, feeling lost and a lil anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name me one person who would like to fly a plane but doesn't mind now knowing where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you determine the quality of a friendship? I know things like good friends, best friends, close friends, friends with benefits and the like are all a part of function used to determine which people you like best without sounding rude. But how do you determine what is good and bad in a friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who does nothing but enjoy the life he has and he takes it one step at a time. Normally, society would not be so supportive of such a lifestyle as he does not have a job nor is he contributing to the 'positive' aspects of society as per a typewriter, as an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I have friends who firmly believe there is only one ending when you die. Only one ending, the only thing which matters which deity/person/god's name you muttered just before your last breath. How crazy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know this post is shit and doesn't have any sense of coherency but you see, I don't care anymore because I don't know what to care about anymore? How did I end up here anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S I really need to get a life. If you are laughing and calling me a sad lil runt,well I can't say much other than thanks for reading all the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-1610393652788299618?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/1610393652788299618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=1610393652788299618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1610393652788299618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1610393652788299618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-you-are-but-what-am-i-mogwai.html' title='I know you are but what am I? - Mogwai'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-782430032897168097</id><published>2009-05-07T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:19:38.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel is Dangerous - Mogwai</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERbvKrH-GC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERbvKrH-GC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4lCC4VMwPmY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4lCC4VMwPmY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-782430032897168097?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/782430032897168097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=782430032897168097' title='78 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/782430032897168097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/782430032897168097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/05/travel-is-dangerous-mogwai.html' title='Travel is Dangerous - Mogwai'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>78</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-3189928988919791333</id><published>2009-05-01T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:37:06.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasgow Mega-Snake - Mogwai</title><content type='html'>I hate this thing I happen to do alot called sleepwalking through life. It is when you do things which seem natural to you yet when you ask yourself why do you do it and how did you first started to do it or have a specific set of mindset towards it that you begin to realise you've been had. So, for the past 20 years or so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; You've been brainwashed into thinking that western culture&gt;eastern culture. Don't believe me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then.Formal wear. What was the first thing that came to mind? I bet you it resembled something along the lines of black pants, tie, black shoes, jacket, coat, shirt. Why is that? That's just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The reason why you like that girl so much isn't so much so that she is the nicest or the prettiest girl around (awww c'mon we're all old enough for this talk). It is because everyone single guy you know wants her. She's the trophy; she's the fox and yous guys are all hunting hounds. Plain and simply as it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, naww, nope, shhh. I can say it coz I am like any other man. Easily tempted. I'm weak as shit. I see beauty if she's shaped good at the y with a nice bust. I don't care if she's black, brown, white, yellow, tanned, pale, albino. latino, english, chinese, vietnamese, thai or indonesian. doesn't matter. all it matters to me at the end of the day is whether her pants are loose enough for me to get in. There, took me 20 years to figure this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crude language aside, all I'm really saying is that any guy who says that he doesn't have whatever I just said in mind towards any girl he thinks is pretty is a complete faggot or a guy who just wants som action. Jerks, you might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no real and definite yes or no. There's only a range where yes is right and no is wrong. Similarly, there's a range where yes and no are right and where yes and no are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means..well, if you don't get it, I don't see how the rest of the post is gonna help you yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't hold on to the things you can see. It's the things which you can't see which are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be the world's happiest man than the world's richest man. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The reason why people scream at each other is because their hearts are too far away. Ever wondered why couples deeply in love never seem to raise their voice? Coz they don't have to. Their hearts are right next to each other. took it off some email chain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hell, I don't know why I write stuff like these down at times like these. Maybe I would compile a self help book for people who need it. I can see the title: "Here's how to take control of yourself from the world". LOL I'm typing down as I'm thinking all this up and the funny thing is, I keep asking myself this question alot nowadays: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing lead to another and i suddenly found myself asking myself why not muslim or buddhism or hinduism? and you know, for all the education at sunday school and numerous sunday service-s, i didn't have an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-3189928988919791333?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/3189928988919791333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=3189928988919791333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3189928988919791333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3189928988919791333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/05/glasgow-mega-snake-mogwai.html' title='Glasgow Mega-Snake - Mogwai'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-205491172637077481</id><published>2009-04-17T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:38:55.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Seasons - Dream Theatre</title><content type='html'>Recently, a few of us took up fishing. Well, the pictures tell the rest of the story. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/Seg9HMkFAvI/AAAAAAAAAOM/92FBImk2J-s/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/Seg9HMkFAvI/AAAAAAAAAOM/92FBImk2J-s/s400/DSC00082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325573753206538994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/Seg9G-mMwVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/j2dfE3_ffRU/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/Seg9G-mMwVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/j2dfE3_ffRU/s400/DSC00081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325573749457338706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/Seg9GiavJSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qSPwJIzvgs4/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/Seg9GiavJSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qSPwJIzvgs4/s400/DSC00079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325573741893068066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/Seg9GnWwUuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6KbU5GJ9aP8/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/Seg9GnWwUuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6KbU5GJ9aP8/s400/DSC00078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325573743218545378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/Seg9GVIiwEI/AAAAAAAAANs/mbd4gqEr950/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/Seg9GVIiwEI/AAAAAAAAANs/mbd4gqEr950/s400/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325573738327097410" 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/32121724-205491172637077481?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/205491172637077481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=205491172637077481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/205491172637077481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/205491172637077481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/04/change-of-seasons-dream-theatre.html' title='Change of Seasons - Dream Theatre'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/Seg9HMkFAvI/AAAAAAAAAOM/92FBImk2J-s/s72-c/DSC00082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-3060807623169345006</id><published>2009-03-22T02:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:48:23.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell's Kitchen - Dream Theater</title><content type='html'>There are a tons of stuff which everyone tries to understand and accept. Some things are trivial like having to queue up for hours on end at a government office or why paying 1.10 dollars for a paper when you could minus the hassle of finding that 10 cents by paying only 1 dollar. Other things are abit more abstruse and consequently, a great many people often have divided opinions over them. Like how critics are always divided between how good or how bad something is.Which reminds me of book critics. You can almost never have a book with 100% good reviews. Or maybe, that's always the case with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I've been reading &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Shock_Doctrine"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naomi_Klein"&gt;this lady&lt;/a&gt;, which is abit heavy on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_sciences"&gt;social sciences&lt;/a&gt; but as always, these are the types of books which give me the greatest er..for lack of a better word, pleasure since as controversial as these books may be, they can be likened to catalysts in an effort to gain a well-rounded understanding of the ever changing global, social,political and quintessentially, financial landscape. Somehow asking a &lt;a href="http://www.askaninja.com/"&gt;ninja&lt;/a&gt; just doesn't work in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing with these books and the topics covered by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_game_as_old_as_empire"&gt;them&lt;/a&gt; is that, there is always a sense of awe mixed with horror when you read about issues like how patients were 'used' for extensive &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electroconvulsive_therapy"&gt;ECT&lt;/a&gt; in order to perfect the technique and methodology but suffered irreparable neuro damage and how the supposed &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miracle_of_Chile"&gt;miracle of chile&lt;/a&gt; was &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/1999/jan/15/pinochet.chile1"&gt;brutally achieved&lt;/a&gt; by this &lt;a href="http://politicalpathologies.wikispaces.com/Chile+under+Pinochet"&gt;man&lt;/a&gt; with the help of this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milton_friedman"&gt;man&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, think about how you fit or would fit in the midst of all this. You, reading this, are most likely within the 18 to 25 years old bracket. So, in a scant few years, you could be someone opposing radical changes to the country or you could be on the side trying to impose unpopular and unjust policies or you could just be part of the majority of the population who curse under their breath whenever there is a tax increase or when another one of those politicians you've elected on good faith gets embroiled in another sex scandal but you just get on with life since you firmly and strongly believe you can't do anything about everything anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing isn't it? you're probably just starting work and fresh out of uni or in your final year. You're most likely more worried about completing that assignment or planning the next clubbing event or grumbling about the last tiff you had with your parents or for your first ever interview than giving half a mind about the next economic policy or the various bill drafts involving employment restrictions, benefits and minimum pay rates which will, faster than you know it, affect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niccol%C3%B2_Machiavelli"&gt;Machiavelli&lt;/a&gt;: If you're going to offend, do it all at once so that it does not taste bitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-3060807623169345006?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/3060807623169345006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=3060807623169345006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3060807623169345006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3060807623169345006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/03/hells-kitchen-dream-theater.html' title='Hell&apos;s Kitchen - Dream Theater'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-5732436056358667506</id><published>2009-03-13T04:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:15:15.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5.15 - The Who</title><content type='html'>His name  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Entwistle"&gt;John Entwistle&lt;/a&gt;. He was the bassist of the millennium. &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/stripper-found-entwistle-dead-after-heart-attack-triggered-by-cocaine-610683.html"&gt;He died at the age of 57 due to the mixture of cocaine and bedding a stripper&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVl39LBZGMw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVl39LBZGMw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-5732436056358667506?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/5732436056358667506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=5732436056358667506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5732436056358667506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5732436056358667506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/03/515-who.html' title='5.15 - The Who'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-3611524386090086631</id><published>2009-03-03T23:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:43:58.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Nightmare Long -Metallica</title><content type='html'>I feel damn stressed man. First, i come back to find my stuff missing. Second, another 6 months of putting up with people epitomizing stupidity and egocentricity. Third, most of the people i get along pretty well are leaving and &lt;a href="http://www.sooperstar.blogspot.com/"&gt;leaving again&lt;/a&gt; soon. Fourth, i'm feeling homesick. Fifth,i can't lock my door;anything can happen to me while i'm asleep and i can't wake up easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that people only complain to those who can't do anything about it. You, reading this, cannot possibly do anything about it. So, let's put aside those negative vibes and think about something good. something positive. something funny. something happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, someone who i've known since last year is beginning to become nicer, well it's probably because he has to impress someone close to him but hey, we're all benefiting so it's olright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, I'm becoming a big fan of this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/digitalfilmmaker"&gt;guy&lt;/a&gt;. He's behind the man which a great many people have come to either love or die trying to love; simply named the Ninja. The Ninja's wisdom encompasses every single thing in the universe, from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdS5lkeN8_8"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IR68W56DCBU"&gt;killing a ninja&lt;/a&gt; to coming up with the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEMvHg_rdng"&gt;best excuses for any occasion&lt;/a&gt;. Definitely, the best thing to do if you ever thought about doing anything is to &lt;a href="http://askaninja.com/"&gt;ask a ninja&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, I've been to the beach two days in a row now and enjoyed it. The only drawbacks are the salty water (it's really salty here), the sand which gets into every single orifice of your erm..clothes, the occasional jellyfishes and sharks, long drive to the beach and tiring out before having fun. However, once you take that dive into the sea, soak up the sun whilst lying down on the beach, watch swimsuit model lookalikes from &lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/swimsuit/collection/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sports illustrated swimsuit collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like &lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2009_swimsuit/models/jessica-gomes/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;  and &lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2009_swimsuit/tennis/daniela-hantuchova/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2009_swimsuit/models/danica-patrick/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; running up and down the beach like how them baywatch females do it, you suddenly want to just be at the beach every single day!Daymnnn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four, summer's coming to an end. The days will get shorter. The nights will get longer. The weeks will be cooler. The months will be colder. The sleep will be better and longer too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-3611524386090086631?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/3611524386090086631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=3611524386090086631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3611524386090086631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3611524386090086631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-nightmare-long-metallica.html' title='All Nightmare Long -Metallica'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-4885910364216499552</id><published>2009-02-16T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:16:27.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come As You Are - Nirvana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WSHnGbwcmbM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WSHnGbwcmbM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-4885910364216499552?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/4885910364216499552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=4885910364216499552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4885910364216499552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4885910364216499552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/02/dead-memories-slipknot.html' title='Come As You Are - Nirvana'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-2849693022990930823</id><published>2009-02-12T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:43:41.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokerface - Lady gaga</title><content type='html'>Exams starting in exactly 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law (business organisation) 222: 8.30AM-10.40AM&lt;br /&gt;Finance (principles) 215: 1.00PM-3.10PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams finishing in less than 15 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I'll be back in Perth for another year. Another year of what? study, reflection, improvement, test of faith, working, business, fun, enjoyment? shit i don't have all the answers but i do know that after this year, ima start out on my own for my own stuff. if i don't, i'll never know if i ever can. hey, better to fall hard knowing the truth rather than tread with trepidation and always asking yourself the what if questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it like a man!! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-2849693022990930823?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/2849693022990930823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=2849693022990930823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2849693022990930823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2849693022990930823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/02/pokerface-lady-gaga.html' title='Pokerface - Lady gaga'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-3180775194410413874</id><published>2009-02-01T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:04:50.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waltz for Aidan - Mogwai</title><content type='html'>Amidst the cheerful banter and seemingly never ending supply of mandarins,chinese new year's quite an important, if not the most important event for most families since it's probably the only time where the whole family gets together and when they do, it's quite a pretty sight. You get to hear stuff about your parents which you'd never thought was possible with, you get to see your parents' parents bossing your parents around, catching up and sharing the latest gossip with cousins and relatives, seeing the joy on everyone's faces as they are meeting up,for what is most likely, the only time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family gossips, who's up and who's down, what's gonna happen to cousin A or uncle B or aunty C, what happened to the guy which aunt D brought back the last time and stuff are still prime examples of what happens after a dinner and a few drinks and gambling sessions. It's entertaining but it gets scary when all eyes are on you. Here are a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are you getting married?&lt;br /&gt;Wah you can speak so many dialects, indonesian chinese girlfriend ar?&lt;br /&gt;Walao, ler kia jin tuak liao eh!! uu chabo liao bo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it only happens to girls above the age of 20; the marriage thing and stuff. I had never thought I'd be on the receiving end of such questions delivered with so much ferocity and thick-faced aunties. It's unnerving because only a few years ago, I was 18 and the only things which I knew well and could do well was playing computer games and sneaking out of the house. Now, I'm 22...i mean, 20++ and i'm expected to know why and how the US economy affects the world, how does plastic affect oil prices, how interest rates and currency values are inter-related, why you should not just save money in the bank but diversify, why people can hop parties and just about everything there is on wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daymnn, should have paid more attention in class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-3180775194410413874?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/3180775194410413874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=3180775194410413874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3180775194410413874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3180775194410413874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/02/waltz-for-aidan-mogwai.html' title='Waltz for Aidan - Mogwai'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-5285042962627806303</id><published>2009-01-13T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:07:15.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty - The Click Five</title><content type='html'>I'm 22 this year and damn i feel old. Especially old when all my other classmates for summer school's about 19 or 20. Speaking of summer school, I'm once again reminded about the huge gap between a developing nation and one that's developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the college I'm in is mightily small! It's even smaller than my highschool la omg. Frankly speaking, many amenities here are basic and leave much to be desired. Or maybe I'm just too pampered. Well,sue me if demanding for the latest books and also for lecturers who don't spoon feed is too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, the parking here is horrible. Imagine having to get out at least 45 minutes before class starts even though you live like 2 streets down away from the college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, it's abit weird looking at those going to college and in their teens simply because after this point in their lives, everything's gonna change big time. and also, i've noticed that most of the teenagers stick to their cliques like damn rapat2 la. Also, most of them guys seem to have this general expression and impression resembling a composite of air-headedness, arrogance, unfriendliness and for some, downright stupidity. Imagine this dude acting macho and walking down the hallway with his sunglasses on, black shirt, light-brown khakis and mismatching sportshoes with his fly down. you can only scream WTF in your head so many times before another one just like him but with weirder fashion sense comes along. Shit, makes me think how big of a wanker i must have looked like last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I'm learning that respect is a given thing. Amidst the jokes and friendly banter, one only finds out how much respect there is between two people when things of a certain sensitivity are involved. i guess you can be wrong for the many little things as long as you are right for the few big things. unfortunately, sometimes it's hard to to know what's important and what's not. it's harder still to give a damn about it. Tell something important to someone you know who always seem to be only up for jokes and laughter and you'll understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-5285042962627806303?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/5285042962627806303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=5285042962627806303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5285042962627806303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5285042962627806303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/01/empty-click-five.html' title='Empty - The Click Five'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1532027069017082532</id><published>2009-01-08T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:17:08.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This song makes me want to cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZU4Cin_Oeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZU4Cin_Oeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-1532027069017082532?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/1532027069017082532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=1532027069017082532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1532027069017082532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1532027069017082532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-song-makes-me-want-to-cry.html' title='This song makes me want to cry'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-5565142495487723691</id><published>2008-12-30T02:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:58:21.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cbf to put a song up here. emo on high like ffs.</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm currently in penang. To be really exact, i'm sharing a room with an unconfirmed bisexual man who happens to like singing chinese songs ALOT. You could ask him about any chinese song and he'll be able to tell you everything from the lyrics to the different remixes.Anywayyyy I'm about to leave this place tmrw, hopefully not for good =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta admit, I've always had my reservations about Penang. Mostly because I don't speak the language and I look like a foreigner to every Penangite. But that was like what, 5 years ago? Back then, I wouldn't dream of staying in any other state besides wherever my house is at. Now, I couldn't be bothered to stay next to a club or be in the vicinity of a cybercafe. Heck, I even thought of persuading my parents to get a place in Ipoh or Penang. 5 years really does change alot of things -.-' To make matters more complicated, I still don't speak the language and I look like a foreigner to a foreigner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is one o those things that you've gotta have more once you've taken a bite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-5565142495487723691?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/5565142495487723691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=5565142495487723691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5565142495487723691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5565142495487723691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/12/cbf-to-put-song-up-here-emo-on-high.html' title='cbf to put a song up here. emo on high like ffs.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-2317410090991136239</id><published>2008-12-07T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:22:55.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loves We Lost - Allure</title><content type='html'>So I was at church today and I hate to admit it but I was bored of the sermon. No one's fault, just that I have a knack of being bored on sunday mornings lately. But I do remember one aspect of the sermon about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he didn't really speak much about it. Only about 2 sentences to be exact, which went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a guy tells a girl that she's pretty coz he wants to woo her, she get's all mushy and flies up to 7th heaven right away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But do you really think that he tells her because he really loves her or he loves himself more because having a pretty girl next to him shows everyone else he's getting some love from lovely ladies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the last sentence didn't sound pastor-ish but you get the idea. Erm, as I was bored and had to keep quiet, I thought about the idea that guys court girls to satisfy their ego or show off to everyone that there is at least one girl who loves him. So, do we chase girls just because we want the attention to ourselves or do we truly want to experience something special (lol i know there's bunch of dirty fools smiling now) with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, it beats me man. never thought about it. always thought that if you liked a girl, you should at least try. yeap, i should have defined "try" along the lines of trying to be in a relationship with her rather than trying to make her yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy 101 aside, ima try to finish what I started in the last post. What I was trying to get across was that I feel that the main reason why expatriates return to Malaysia is that they want to try and change the way things are. As impossible as it may sound, when you start to see the vast differences between our beloved country and other countries (even singapore for that matter), you suddenly feel that you have to bring back all the information, experience, expertise, expectation to Malaysia so that we could progress on.or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to do that, I'd think that I'd do it all that so I could be a part of a group of people who want to implement and see changes in order to bring Malaysia up to scratch. So that, we truly stand together with the first world countries in terms of standards of living, standards of corruption, transparency, GDP, tourism and shit. Not because we can make the longest cake, the tallest tower made of cans, the longest line of nasi lemak, the biggest decoration or some other stuff no one will ever remember the next day. I mean who gives a shit about them? they aren't gonna help us weather the next financial downturn or help the hardcore poor in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't dissing the people who've been in malaysia throughout their lives. That's not my problem coz I'm only expressing my opinions about why those who've stayed out overseas long enough, eventually return. Yeah, it's a disclaimer =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-2317410090991136239?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/2317410090991136239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=2317410090991136239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2317410090991136239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2317410090991136239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/12/loves-we-lost-allure.html' title='The Loves We Lost - Allure'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-2581960583431497487</id><published>2008-12-05T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T03:01:50.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstasy - ATB</title><content type='html'>If there is one thing I finally understand about Malaysia is the reason why so many people return from overseas to Malaysia. It's only my conjecture so don't get too worked up if you really do have the info or are just in the mood to argue with your own made up facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I think that most people return from overseas (whether right away after studies, a few years later, many years later with vast amounts of experience) because they see a need that has to fulfilled and can only be fulfilled by people such as themselves i.e. educated, learned and experienced of the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah the G is one thing but since only a few people in power can do anything about it, I would hazard a guess that there are other things which they feel that they can contribute to. I'm talking about businesses, standards of practice, standards of living, etiquette, language, manners, driving, lifestyle and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, it's no secret that we are a second rate country of the world even though we are trying to change that. What better way to accelerate this process than having malaysians with a global mindset and experience (ok now i'm just using fancy terms to describe malaysians who've lived and/or studied abroad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly enough, when I came back the first thing I noticed was the lacklustre customer service. maybe it's because I'm used to better service but after returning, malaysian customer service doesn't feel like customer service at all, save for a few people with the initiative and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm maybe I'm just overthinking this coz it's 3 in the morning but the gist is that I can finally understand why I keep seeing Malaysians with weird ass accents opening up shops with themes you won't expect to find and also, why there are a growing number of 'different' malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh crap lar, I probably won't get my point across but I'll continue this next time when I can organise my ideas much betta =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-2581960583431497487?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/2581960583431497487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=2581960583431497487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2581960583431497487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2581960583431497487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/12/ecstasy-atb.html' title='Ecstasy - ATB'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1422181143541129145</id><published>2008-11-23T03:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T04:05:31.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trigger - In Flames</title><content type='html'>Tonight was perhaps one of the best clubbing nights ever. I danced like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chazz_Michael_Michaels"&gt;chazz michael michaels&lt;/a&gt;,finally properly introduced myself to a girl who's at my workplace, drank beer and shots every 15 minutes,shuffled to every beat without any mistakes and I even got more than I bargained for with a few attractive *ahems*! Then, we met up with another group of friends and started to dance all over the club till everyone else was following our lead. We all clowned, danced, played, sang, and shouted everywhere but it was fun though. Truly an unbelievable and fitting end to a first year in perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that everything above didn't happen because of the movies. I'm talking about the scene where the main actor is forced to choose either the deep blue sea or into the frying pan i.e. be screwed or be screwed. He finally decides, but in the end, finds that no one appreciates how things turned out. Instead everyone's ungrateful despite the guy giving up quite a number of things just for them. Of course, the guy's pissed and angry but keeps it all in coz it's the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out tonight that it happens in real life as well. Call me self centered or a narcisstic asswipe but everyone needs their own space and own time once in a while to let go and have some fun. It's just not fair when everyone wants in on a piece of your time when you need it the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-1422181143541129145?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/1422181143541129145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=1422181143541129145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1422181143541129145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1422181143541129145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/11/trigger-in-flames.html' title='Trigger - In Flames'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-4954722784919004230</id><published>2008-11-18T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:16:21.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Heart - Soko</title><content type='html'>Wooowoweeee I never thought I'd say this but I've fallen in love with photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the laughing, the source of your amusement and my bemusement is &lt;a href="http://istockphoto.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;. The pictures are really nice and the great thing is that the photos are not copyrighted (u have to buy them though), they look professional, there are tons of pictures availabe (about over 3 million of them) and they're cheap to buy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, for people like this &lt;a href="http://www.spikeyblitz.blogspot.com/"&gt;guy&lt;/a&gt; and also, this &lt;a href="http://www.yetanotherhowe.blogspot.com/"&gt;guy&lt;/a&gt; i.e. those inclined towards snapping photos and spending hours on end making them look extra pretty, you can actually list your photos for sale!obviously there's profit to be made then. but putting that aside, there's a forum where all the people obsessed with making pictures look better than real life gather and that's probably worth more than selling your photos i.e. getting to know more people with the same hobbies, trading secrets, blossoming romance and candid moments. also, don't forgot that a photo sold means someone actually appreciates your work enough to put a monetary value on it! =.=' i sound like a salesman even though i've got nothing to do with the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, check it out! Just for the pictures! I'd never think of looking at pictures for nothing but today, I found a reason to!wooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-4954722784919004230?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/4954722784919004230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=4954722784919004230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4954722784919004230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4954722784919004230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-my-heart-soko.html' title='Take My Heart - Soko'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-2869592320419899399</id><published>2008-11-14T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:32:49.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skies On Fire - AC\DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE AFTERMATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams are over and I had my whole day's worth of sleep. However, upon waking up, I quickly realized that I had been living a little bit like Borat's younger brother. Sans the cage and the younger sister, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are pictures of how my room looks like during the examination period. In other words, this is how my room turned out after only 4 days worth of exams. Can't wait to see when I get those fortnight long ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1Y3KN_iOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1vU8MoC9uyA/s1600-h/DSC01521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1Y3KN_iOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1vU8MoC9uyA/s400/DSC01521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268464843752442082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notes scattered everywhere, analog clock to remind you the time, digital clock to remind you whether it's AM or PM, clothes spread out everywhere, bottle of wine to calm the nerves, skin lotion for unmentionable purposes, and shaver on table for quick tidy up of face. We are set to have an optimal exam campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1Y30sT3GI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/K2-ryExNgRk/s1600-h/DSC01534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1Y30sT3GI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/K2-ryExNgRk/s400/DSC01534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268464855153892450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view I wake up to every morning. To save you the hassle, there are a total of 12 cans of energy drink. 11 redbulls and 1 rockstar. the rockstar made me feel like one, singing along to the bee gees at 8 AM and miley cyrus at 8.30AM.hang on, that ain't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1Y3pPpw5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/f7Y3Els5PAs/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1Y3pPpw5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/f7Y3Els5PAs/s400/DSC01523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268464852080903058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's worth noting that for the duration of the 4 days,  the amount of laundry accumulated was equal to what my other 3 housemates accumulate in the span of 1 month. I don't know if I should be happy because I am keeping extremely clean or be worried because I might be developing OCD. Shamelessly, my underwear's on top of the pile.size XL in the right place if you have to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1Y3s2JpnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2YvbzxKdOEg/s1600-h/DSC01528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1Y3s2JpnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2YvbzxKdOEg/s400/DSC01528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268464853047682674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the red circles? There are four of them. Those things circled in red are actually my rubbish bags. Well, 3 rubbish bags and 1 box. I had to borrow our neighbour's dustbin to dispose of the bags. When asked why so many bags, I sheepishly answered "I've been watching Rocky 1-6 and I keep crying everytime sylvester comes on screen". Sylvester's in every scene, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-2869592320419899399?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/2869592320419899399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=2869592320419899399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2869592320419899399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2869592320419899399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/11/skies-on-fire-acdc.html' title='Skies On Fire - AC\DC'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1Y3KN_iOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1vU8MoC9uyA/s72-c/DSC01521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-7184168843509728829</id><published>2008-11-13T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:13:30.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday - Anonymous</title><content type='html'>Helloooo Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrysanthemums are Yellow,&lt;br /&gt;Lilys are White.&lt;br /&gt;It's on this day, Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;That I wish you a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With shameful admission, ,&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for Howe's blog, I'd be playing dota right now.&lt;br /&gt;But before you do anything crazy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damn!&lt;/i&gt; I thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't write poems to save anyone's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither can I sing or dance, so whatever else it is,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give my best and have no regrets just like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0EbdVIxGB0"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Uh there must something which I can write or pretend to know what to write about,&lt;br /&gt;lest I be haunted by two cotton stuffings with black beaded eyes and a nose full of whiskers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the 2 hours before my exams, I stand thinking,&lt;br /&gt;not of my paper, but of what to write. Food was out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;Someone with common taste like mine cannot match an eddy..epicenter..abomina..argh epicurean's taste without worrying whether you'll wake up having cotton mittens as hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her blog's nothing but food and all things we never think of,&lt;br /&gt;places to eat, rooftops and law statements by Mr. Blair,&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to know she's 21 but,&lt;br /&gt;possesses the imagination and fervour to manifest them like a 12 year old does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, it's been fun,&lt;br /&gt;and wacky but here's the thing,&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, she eats in a day as much as a sealion eats in 2 years, and complains she's too fat.&lt;br /&gt;Now why is that? Oh why, that's SarahKateLee =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man,  the atrocity I've committed!&lt;br /&gt;I've announced her deepest secret!&lt;br /&gt;The more I write, the more I laugh,&lt;br /&gt;I better stop writing before I have the last laugh! (literally the last ever one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the finale, I will stick to doing things traditionally,&lt;br /&gt;May you have a fortuitous and eventful year, fuelled by whatever it is you're passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;You will laugh or you will cry,&lt;br /&gt;But in all fairness, you made us laugh and cry more than once!&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Kendrick Chee, the one and only plagiariser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-7184168843509728829?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/7184168843509728829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=7184168843509728829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7184168843509728829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7184168843509728829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-anonymous.html' title='Happy Birthday - Anonymous'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-2556358946653639836</id><published>2008-11-10T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:56:46.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychosocial - Slipknot</title><content type='html'>Yeshhh today is the first day of examinations!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-marketing 10/11&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-management 11/11&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-contracts 12/11&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-accounting 13/11&lt;br /&gt;Friday- sleeping 14/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooooo Michael Crichton has passed away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-2556358946653639836?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/2556358946653639836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=2556358946653639836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2556358946653639836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2556358946653639836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/11/psychosocial-slipknot.html' title='Psychosocial - Slipknot'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-4170239821647274973</id><published>2008-11-07T03:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T04:22:52.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry For You - September</title><content type='html'>Milestone achieved lol. I am now able to stay awake ONLY during the night and able to sleep ONLY during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SRNLNLYt3VI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a0x0vQ0OEQQ/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SRNLNLYt3VI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a0x0vQ0OEQQ/s400/DSC00071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265635079093083474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't believe it's real? No one drinks two red bulls for no reason =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SRNMj1Z83jI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NiOxllzAbS8/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SRNMj1Z83jI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NiOxllzAbS8/s400/DSC00073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265636567841300018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesh, I had nothing else to blog so I decided to blog about being awake at 5AM.Spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SRNMjvnR29I/AAAAAAAAAFc/unhJ8_E2_GY/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SRNMjvnR29I/AAAAAAAAAFc/unhJ8_E2_GY/s400/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265636566286588882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's daylight saving here so it's actually 4am in malaysia, 4am in singapore, 7am in melbourne (whoa that's early!), and 8pm in london.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My predicament aside, it's about 21 days before i return home! Strangely enough, I don't feel all that worked up about going home. In fact, I tried to get a refund for the ticket, citing "my religion disallows me to board an aeroplane anytime between the 28th of november and the 25th of february". Obviously someone was smart enough to realise no such thing exists or else i'd be blogging about something other than the time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it's quite an eye opener when you start looking at things in terms of the emotional ties you create with it rather than it's logical properties. Don't get it? Take this for an example. It is not advisable to drink four cans of redbull in the span of one hour like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SRNPGqnbL-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2Y0dy5l9sjU/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SRNPGqnbL-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/2Y0dy5l9sjU/s400/DSC00075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265639365263699938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logically, it's not good coz you load up on alot of caffeine and sugar and stuff (don't see why that's bad tho hmmm). Emotionally, it's good coz it enables me to stay up late at night where i am able to get alot of work done. Heck, i'm done for two subs as i am writing this. late nights ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, i'm gonna be in so much trouble when the side effects start showing in the future. but i guess that's what being a young adult is about; instant gratification without fear of repercussions =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, ima gonna have brekkie now before i start off another round!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-4170239821647274973?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/4170239821647274973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=4170239821647274973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4170239821647274973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4170239821647274973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/11/cry-for-you-september.html' title='Cry For You - September'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SRNLNLYt3VI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a0x0vQ0OEQQ/s72-c/DSC00071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-8333644209159130720</id><published>2008-10-28T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:53:09.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black And Gold by Sam Sparro</title><content type='html'>After many, many, many meals, I can conclude that the following only happens with malaysian chinese. You and I know it. We talk about it even after finishing breakfast, lunch, dinner, supper and late night snacks. heck, we even talk about it during the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I-KNOW-WHERE-YOU-CAN-FIND-THE-BEST-"INSERT FOOD HERE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FFS,we're in the land where sambal tastes like sugar and roti canai costs 7AUD. Despite that,the familiar and increasingly annoying conversations continue.They always go along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                      "Oh, the best seafood is at X"&lt;br /&gt;                                       "Nah man, the freshest one's in X2"&lt;br /&gt;                                            "Seriously? I thought Pulau Ketam had the best one?"&lt;br /&gt;                          "Kanibu, wa lam pa ho chiak, lu ai mai leh?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything against sharing places of interest, especially where food is concerned. But when every single recommendation is made after a:&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;            "Sigh, I wish I was back in Malaysia"&lt;br /&gt;                                  "Aiyo, this curry cannot compare with Malaysia wan ler"&lt;br /&gt;                 "Haih, why perth got no williams or murni ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You quickly realise that, unless you go back earlier than those people. you're gonna die of starvation or end up in jail after murdering them with coils of fettucine.&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/32121724-8333644209159130720?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/8333644209159130720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=8333644209159130720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8333644209159130720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8333644209159130720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/10/sam-sparro-black-and-gold.html' title='Black And Gold by Sam Sparro'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-725555967133660598</id><published>2008-10-23T04:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:25:19.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vermillion - Slipknot.</title><content type='html'>i've got serious issues. lately, all i wanna do is put a solid five into the next bloke who's pissing me off. i've got a good excuse for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about the many people around you who have this "nice layer" about them.you know what i mean. we all do it. we pretend to be nice or to put it nicely, "polite". but when it's all said and done, when the cards are drawn, we show our true colors. the greedy cashes in and bails. the scared pooft runs off with his manhood up his..nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, i get the fact that being polite helps everyone to interact with everyone else. but, with being polite, comes the power play. amidst the smiles, manners and etiquette, we all try to figure out what the other is plotting or thinking or wanting to obtain or achieve or deceive.unfortunately, that part is probably hard wired into us. and for good reason too. if we didn't do power plays, all of us would be speaking mandarin right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is, once you get past the polite demeanor, who do you expect to find? someone harsh but honest or polite but dishonest? i personally have given up being polite but not un-mannered as i find that being accommodatingly polite is like being a &lt;a href="http://www.kennels.co.uk/images/T.Pomeranian.jpg"&gt;pomeranian&lt;/a&gt; with a leash tight enough for max mosley i.e. has no purpose other than to score brownie points. shaving balls, if you don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've met lotsa interesting characters since starting uni. from the good ones to the arsewipes, i've learned that the world'll eat you if you don't bite back, well at least that's what it looks like to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-725555967133660598?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/725555967133660598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=725555967133660598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/725555967133660598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/725555967133660598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/10/vermillion-slipknot.html' title='Vermillion - Slipknot.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-7005554037034349108</id><published>2008-10-06T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:24:48.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello and welcome!</title><content type='html'>If there is one thing I can draw parallels between asian and australian culture is women. Don't get me wrong. It's like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are white men who like asians and there are asian men who like white girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm yeah. that's basically it coz i've got more important stuff going on besides staring at white girls with hot pants such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-having bought a new car.yeshhhh&lt;br /&gt;-fretting over which new colour to streak across my head.yeehaw&lt;br /&gt;-having bought new clothes.yesshaaa&lt;br /&gt;-getting a girlfriend after a drunken night out.wasaaap!!&lt;br /&gt;-having handed in most of my assignments.rawr(s)&lt;br /&gt;-completing someone else's assignment and obtaining 99%.nerd!&lt;br /&gt;-setting up a review website which may or may not earn money.nooo!!&lt;br /&gt;-getting into forex trading which may or may not earn money.not again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, all that in one week.save for one which isn't true. take a wild guess =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know you probably would not find it useful or beneficial to you but please check out &lt;a href="http://www.bestinternetreviews.com"&gt;my website&lt;/a&gt;! if you don't find it useful, forward it/msn-msg display/email/facebook/sms/pms it to someone else! thnx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. I now have 3 leather jackets. kinky~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S. I swear, ever since I bleached my hair, I've been getting less looks from girls who..are not my type but more from the &lt;a href="http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/12/they-say-suckers-born-every-minute.html"&gt;type of girls i like!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S. Now having beaten howe at P.S.-ing, I ask of you guys to check out &lt;a href="http://www.bestinternetreviews.com"&gt;my website&lt;/a&gt;!I'm just starting out so any help would be great!thnx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S.S. Howe, you are a damn pervert.so am i.lol we can't be helped anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-7005554037034349108?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/7005554037034349108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=7005554037034349108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7005554037034349108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7005554037034349108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-and-welcome.html' title='Hello and welcome!'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1360558520924067600</id><published>2008-09-11T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:43:11.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sailing - rod stewart</title><content type='html'>It's unpredictable with people. sometimes, those you don't like end up being closest to you and the ones who you thought were the easiest to get along with end up otherwise.but from each one of them, there are always things to learn. some teach you how to tolerate the things you hate, some teach you how to let your hair down, some teach you the fact that you may have many friends but you only need a few best friends and so on and so forth and so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's different. i like black because it's a subtle colour but the guy playing coal chamber repeatedly behind me likes black because it is a 'dark' colour -__-". but that's why we humans, for lack of a better word, need each other (to a certain extent in some way). we like the differences which exist among us. and we grow to accept or tolerate those differences and also, shortcomings. that's how friendships are formed and out of it, we grow from sharing the ups and downs, cries and laughs, serious and funny moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the worst thing about friends is when you realise you can't be friends anymore. subtle at first but increasingly obvious, the signs will start to surface. you guys don't hang out anymore even though it's a holiday, he suddenly feels like a stranger in your house, there's just not much more to talk about, the generally cold impression and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda sucks even more when it's someone close to you who's been living with ya for the past 6 months.and he's freaking from the same country, just different island! malaysian! you've done nothing wrong but to be patient and receptive towards the sudden change, hoping maybe it's some bad stuff he's going through. you've even been accommodating enough to find out what's wrong and don't mind getting lambasted for no reason. inevitably, he drifts and fades off, not telling you anything at all, instead trying to make you feel responsible.lol indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home, stuff like this' doesn't really affect you coz your friends and family are close to you. but being here and away from home does magnify the gravity of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one simple reason: we all need each other more than we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the difference is i know it and he doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-1360558520924067600?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/1360558520924067600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=1360558520924067600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1360558520924067600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1360558520924067600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/09/sailing-rod-stewart.html' title='sailing - rod stewart'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-4491326175725626329</id><published>2008-08-15T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:18:20.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know who i am - wesley gibson</title><content type='html'>i like the idea that you do not have to work for something yet be able to receive the full benefits of having it done without you putting any effort in. also, the bragging rights that come with it. and the adoration and admiration that comes with it. not to mention the envy and jealousy, if you're truly one vain bitch of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is. one of the many sites dedicated to helping students complete assignments with no effort at all. but, in doing so, it deprives them of any learning. but it does help them pass.that's the important bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fratfiles.com/"&gt;http://www.fratfiles.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my heart skipped a beat when i found this site coz it had nearly all the assignments which i needed to complete!! on second thought,i thought the better of it. not because it was wrong but because there wouldn't be anything else to look forward to in university once you've got that shortcut. hey, getting a degree ain't the same as earning a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face it. we entered uni not because it would give us the life we've dreamed about. cars,house,wife,money. if that were true, there wouldn't be jobless graduates or loansharks. we are here coz we followed an idea by our parents or people who, 'were in the position to give advice'. which at that time sounded pretty good. get a job, don't care about the future and just do well in uni. girls will always be there so just concentrate on studying. we did what we were told because we didn't know who we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck i remembered when i entered uni. well,the first uni. anyway, i entered coz i thought it was all great and stuff to be in university, with friends, lecturers who are PhD holders, the prestige of being a university student. man i was naive. i never thought about me dreams, me hopes, me aspirations, me perfect girl. until i was halfway through, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then only i realized that i thought of cars as more than objects to get you to places. that you can't just smile sheepishly and say hi in your deepest voice  to a girl and expect her to say yes. that i'd like to be a race car driver but i'm so fat that the seatbelt would strangle me through the corners. i also realized what i'd like to be really doing in a job and what i'd like to be really doing as a hobby. luckily, i've got good parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a saying that one day, some of you will suddenly stop to wonder where the best years of your life went. and where the 2 kids came from. and why the wedding ring says jane instead of jeanette. by then,it'll be a lil too late for regrets and what ifs. that's why you always see people over 35 in their cars on the way to work in the morning with sour faces. and the peeps over 40, a sombre and resigned expression. that, as the hippies always say, is sleepwalking through life and never finding self-fulfillment. just joking about the last part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wanted_%28film%29"&gt;wanted&lt;/a&gt;? yeh the assassins were cool but the part about taking charge and protecting what's yours' the best part. and also &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31jenMJ0UOc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;the song&lt;/a&gt; by nine inch nails.&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/32121724-4491326175725626329?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/4491326175725626329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=4491326175725626329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4491326175725626329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4491326175725626329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-know-who-i-am-wesley-gibson.html' title='i don&apos;t know who i am - wesley gibson'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-842196973067420890</id><published>2008-08-05T23:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:27:25.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, like honey, only attracts bees. and bees sting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Being an engineering student, you'd normally not associate with things like wastage, unexploited potential, the environment, global warming, social impacts,  under/over-usage and stuff. In some way, you focus on getting the best out of things. fix probs with the least amount of cost. Or so i was told when my lecturer hastily told me in a nutshell what engineering's about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Being a commerce student, you'd take into account several things. stuff like the community, the society, the government, the consumers, the environment, the local and international policies, girls and the like. what disturbs me the most is that, i've come to learn certain things in life are more or less decided by how much money that business and government entities decide to spend on us, the average normal consumer and also, how they choose to spend it (which IMHABOSO (in my honest and brutally one sided opinion), is always geared towards their benefit in the end). books like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_game_as_old_as_empire"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.carnegieendowment.org/publications/index.cfm?fa=view&amp;amp;id=20002&amp;amp;prog=zgp&amp;amp;proj=zusr"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; and for kiddies,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.usatoday.com/money/books/reviews/2007-01-28-toy-usat_x.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;, only serves to complicate and confound matters further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;it is interesting to note that transformers, from the cartoons to the movies and comics were all made/written/produced to complement the actual toys and not the other way round.in fact,when toy maker Hasbro bought transformers from their original japanese owners, it was making a loss. thanks to some clever marketing, transformers became a quintessential part of a man's childhood (well if you like barbie, then that's another story.pooftie! =p) while at the same time, 'change forever how toys were sold, the degree to which kids are considered fair game and exploited' . It also signifies the way toy companies view children - 'they are cash cows to be milked' . Quotes taken from The Real Story: Inside The Ruthless Battle For Britain's Youngest Consumers by Eric Clark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Also, worth noting in the book is the true cost of labor as found in the chapters referring to a certain female chinese worker in a toy factory in China. that's probably more important to us than a piss-poor story of global warming all hyped up by a failed president candidate talking about his life story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And yes, i'm pissed. why is it always the asian girl who's on the receiving end? -__-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-842196973067420890?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/842196973067420890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=842196973067420890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/842196973067420890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/842196973067420890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-eat-shit-and-die-richard-no-its-not.html' title='Money, like honey, only attracts bees. and bees sting.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-5768841319588636639</id><published>2008-07-27T02:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T03:03:55.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see you again - miley cyrus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;/span&gt; It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MARIANNE WILLIAMSON!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-5768841319588636639?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/5768841319588636639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=5768841319588636639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5768841319588636639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5768841319588636639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/07/see-you-again-miley-cyrus.html' title='see you again - miley cyrus'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-2756802621051383513</id><published>2008-07-23T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T03:02:35.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love songs ain't like they used to be in the 80's and 90's.</title><content type='html'>I like the 80's and 90's. Tales about working hard and 'making it', where honesty was really the best policy, love was something special, sex actually denoted gender, loving thy neighbour is really loving thyself and the absence of racism.well at least they did make it clear who they were discriminating against =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, would you send your child out, all alone, to buy some stuff from the grocery? i would if my son could carry a magnum,had a beard like osama's and has a best friend named bush. since it's impossible to do that, how about saying hello to the guy walking along the street? no? he could be a rapist? a murderer? debt collector? or trundling along bangsar without looking over your shoulder every 10 meters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason for the saying 'the good old days'. nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-2756802621051383513?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/2756802621051383513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=2756802621051383513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2756802621051383513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2756802621051383513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-songs-aint-like-they-used-to-be-in.html' title='Love songs ain&apos;t like they used to be in the 80&apos;s and 90&apos;s.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1478047880384638902</id><published>2008-07-23T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T02:23:57.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle - Cascada</title><content type='html'>You can obtain certain things in certain ways. For instance; a car, you could:&lt;br /&gt;-steal&lt;br /&gt;-hijack&lt;br /&gt;-purchase&lt;br /&gt;-win&lt;br /&gt;-pink slip&lt;br /&gt;-blackmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, money could be:&lt;br /&gt;-won&lt;br /&gt;-struck(lottery)&lt;br /&gt;-earned&lt;br /&gt;-stolen&lt;br /&gt;-wagered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gist is that there're lots of ways to obtain the things we want. Consequently, it would more or less influence how we would treat the things we so desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you won 50 million dollars (which I narrowly missed out), you would treat the world as if it were your playground. breakfast in tokyo, lunch in hawaii, dinner in paris? a car for each day of the week? a new handphone everyday? shopping sprees in every major city in the world? year long cruises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you did work your poor arse off and accumulated 50 million dollars (which I might), you would appreciate the things you have and have a sense of what is and what isn't important. if you did,you'd know that the most crowded place in the world is tokyo, hawaii's too far to travel in a day, paris's only beautiful if you can speak french fluently. you won't treat a car as you'd thought you would back when you could only browse through youtube for the lambo LP640. you'd be so sick of learning how to use your 213th handphone. your legs would be as worned out as borat's anus by the time you reach thailand's shopping centres. year long cruises would give you jack sparrow's legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who am i, to talk about these things? I've yet to earn a single cent, I wouldn't be able to run to save my life, my snore sounds like a V8 starting up, I can't speak chinese and the type of girls I like are the ones which I normally stay away from because "we live in two different worlds. I like LV and you only know what is LB. I like Poppy and you like Kedai Makanan dan Minuman Lee Sing ". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if everyone believed whatever it is they should believe, then the world would never have heard of singapore, msia's prime minister and the bugatti veyron. for some reason, i like to believe that everyone can do anything if they put on their knickers and rough it out. heck, someone once told me i was too soft for sparring.  turns out i was too soft outside the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, when you're finally at the top with fame and fortune, which category you reckon you'd fit in? aristotle or buffett?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-1478047880384638902?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/1478047880384638902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=1478047880384638902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1478047880384638902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1478047880384638902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-aint-same-even-though-you-got-it.html' title='Miracle - Cascada'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-4234920109745936141</id><published>2008-07-22T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:59:28.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The loves we lost - Allure.</title><content type='html'>The winter chill's kicking in and boy does it get cold here. It's always below ten during the night but i ain't complaining. Damn i've got nothing to write. lol guess it's really that time. the 'coming of age' when you move on to other things. bigger things. wooo update later. mind's blank now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-4234920109745936141?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/4234920109745936141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=4234920109745936141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4234920109745936141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4234920109745936141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/07/loves-we-lost-allure.html' title='The loves we lost - Allure.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1185173482474757981</id><published>2008-06-10T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:42:10.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It won't be soon before long.</title><content type='html'>ckp org tua, kalo matahari masih ada, jangan bazirkan masa terhad yang telah dikurniakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol tnggal 2 hr lg periksa, pas tuh kena sttle enrolment ngan ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tah nape aku rasa down skit.sial.work work work.it'll pay off in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-1185173482474757981?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/1185173482474757981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=1185173482474757981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1185173482474757981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1185173482474757981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-wont-be-soon-before-long.html' title='It won&apos;t be soon before long.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-9061308535346919881</id><published>2008-05-26T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:25:26.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you dare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYY9yuu8RXY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYY9yuu8RXY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-9061308535346919881?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/9061308535346919881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=9061308535346919881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/9061308535346919881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/9061308535346919881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-dare.html' title='do you dare...'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-7428408160058133118</id><published>2008-05-24T05:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T06:42:46.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what do you do? besides sadie, of course (license to wed)</title><content type='html'>kena tagged by denise!lol i'm enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I'm Passionate About&lt;br /&gt;-cars&lt;br /&gt;-driving cars&lt;br /&gt;-driving cars fast&lt;br /&gt;-driving cars fast against other fast car drivers&lt;br /&gt;-driving cars fast against other fast car drivers on the road&lt;br /&gt;-driving cars fast against other fast car drivers on the road without crashing&lt;br /&gt;-driving cars fast against other fast car drivers on the road without crashing or losing&lt;br /&gt;-driving cars fast against other fast car drivers on the road without crashing or losing but winnning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Say Too Often&lt;br /&gt;-wah&lt;br /&gt;-huh&lt;br /&gt;-eh really?&lt;br /&gt;-oh ok&lt;br /&gt;-ye sure&lt;br /&gt;-kanneh&lt;br /&gt;-*string your cantonese bad word here*&lt;br /&gt;-well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Books I've Read Recently&lt;br /&gt;-warcraft series.last3 series i think&lt;br /&gt;-jeffrey archer's a quiver of arrows&lt;br /&gt;-artemis fowl, the final book&lt;br /&gt;-the power of your subconcious mind&lt;br /&gt;-the accidental investment banker&lt;br /&gt;-er only 5 lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Songs I Could Listen to Over and Over Again&lt;br /&gt;-flashback by alphazone&lt;br /&gt;-diary of jane by breaking benjamin&lt;br /&gt;-trigger by in flames&lt;br /&gt;-before i forget by slipknot&lt;br /&gt;-contradanza by vanessa mae&lt;br /&gt;-celebrate the light by sun liquide&lt;br /&gt;-open our eyes (sean tyas got piano remix) by insigma&lt;br /&gt;-silversurfer by alphazone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I've Learnt in the Past Year&lt;br /&gt;-money isn't everything but it is alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;-it is easier on the spirit to earn a dollar a day by hard work than to earn a million a day by nefarious means.&lt;br /&gt;-your parents are there for a reason and money isn't one of them.&lt;br /&gt;-try as you might, you're bound to run into someone you don't like but have to put up with.&lt;br /&gt;-most people are on cruise control and go on doing things on a day to day basis without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;-try as you might, forgiveness is hard to come by for certain people&lt;br /&gt;-to control the outside, you gotta control the inside.&lt;br /&gt;-trust yourself and people will trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People to Tag&lt;br /&gt;-edwin.kanasai do this and i'll make the best indo mee you'll never find in any mamak stall.&lt;br /&gt;-andrew.do this and you'll find the answer to girls.&lt;br /&gt;-howe.do this and you'll be as famous as edison.maybe.&lt;br /&gt;-marco.do this and you'll get something special on some special night.wooo&lt;br /&gt;-winnie.do this and you'll get them high distinctions, you work-obsessed nerdaah&lt;br /&gt;-sarah.do this and you'll get to see me and marco in action!&lt;br /&gt;-lisa.do this and your ideal man will appear on your doorstep in...express due time!&lt;br /&gt;-you-who-do-not-leave-a-message.er beh sai la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i noticed there's a current trend of people putting up questions about various stuff on their blog.so without anything better to do, i'm jumping on the crazy bandwagon tooooo...but of course with a little twist of my own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to be with the person you love but whom society deems physically abnormal/weird/ugly and is piss poor in terms of personality or the person who loves you but suffers from an extreme case of ocd ?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be the judge =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-7428408160058133118?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/7428408160058133118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=7428408160058133118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7428408160058133118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7428408160058133118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-what-do-you-do-besides-sadie-of.html' title='so what do you do? besides sadie, of course (license to wed)'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-2102026985228445791</id><published>2008-05-24T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T03:03:01.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suddenly - japunga.</title><content type='html'>man i hate infatuation.ya never know what to do when you're faced with one. go? don't go? wait? kanneh i've got big things to think about but then again, there might be nothing to think about if things don't play out the right way. add in an existing boyfriend into the mix and &lt;em&gt;tiao-tia&lt;/em&gt; away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i'm done with assignments while my er..reliable mp3 player's bailed out on me.oh well, i got meself an ipod nano anyway.yea yea i followed the crowd and stuff but it looks and sounds and feels good so no worries-lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update later.suddenly got the urge to dota.kiddie yea.i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-2102026985228445791?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/2102026985228445791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=2102026985228445791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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apparent reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;clicked on the first vid, &lt;a href="http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=otMB3WVQNVg&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;when you're gone&lt;/a&gt;.emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then clicked another vid, &lt;a href="http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=bW2LTnzD-vE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;i'm with you&lt;/a&gt;.emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how to banish emo-nessity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;games?no.work?no.songs?no.movies?no.friends?sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ke-lu-less-lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-269844110177803013?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/269844110177803013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=269844110177803013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/269844110177803013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/269844110177803013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/05/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-5662270649908379462</id><published>2008-04-30T13:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:14:51.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere over the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;i cried while listening to both of them.daymn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWNoiVrJDsE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWNoiVrJDsE&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Connie talbot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DelJrP3P7tA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DelJrP3P7tA&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paul Potts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDB9zwlXrB8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDB9zwlXrB8&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paul Potts&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/32121724-5662270649908379462?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/5662270649908379462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=5662270649908379462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5662270649908379462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5662270649908379462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/04/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='somewhere over the rainbow'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-9186007576972786800</id><published>2008-04-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:13:18.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mer-sher-lia-go or mer-chie-la-go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SAIUQ5wNiYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yZhLZUvAUMs/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188732001297729922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SAIUQ5wNiYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yZhLZUvAUMs/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SAIURJwNiZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/71LzjfQRZeY/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188732005592697234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SAIURJwNiZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/71LzjfQRZeY/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SAIURZwNiaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hmDdwSzo0E4/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188732009887664546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SAIURZwNiaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hmDdwSzo0E4/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SAIURZwNibI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2GouelfjtqA/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188732009887664562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SAIURZwNibI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2GouelfjtqA/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SAIURpwNicI/AAAAAAAAAFE/f4Se-wgdBV8/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188732014182631874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SAIURpwNicI/AAAAAAAAAFE/f4Se-wgdBV8/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*burns with desire*&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting one before 30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-9186007576972786800?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/9186007576972786800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=9186007576972786800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/9186007576972786800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/9186007576972786800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/04/mer-sher-lia-go-or-mer-chie-la-go.html' title='mer-sher-lia-go or mer-chie-la-go?'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SAIUQ5wNiYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yZhLZUvAUMs/s72-c/DSC00060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1252322147687852036</id><published>2008-04-13T02:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T04:18:57.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.as a mother cares for herself, it is not for herself but for her unborn child.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Self sacrifice and love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see people forsaking highly rewarding careers just to be with someone they deem to be the partner for life.the economy loses out, businesses progress much slower, leadership will be short of a few capable people.why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents forsaking a luxurious retirement just so that their kids can get a better degree and experience.kids who might not finish their studies.kids who might just follow a path different from whatever they have studied.why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charitable acts by people who,financially, do not have enough to be charitable.give more than you receive they say.living below their means, not being able to afford what they could have afforded,giving away money to charities which might abuse them.why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, people still continue doing these things which defy logic, on the basis that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if oblivious and hopeless, as people grow older, they sacrifice more and more.&lt;br /&gt;Couples dedicating, no, sacrificing their lives to help juveniles.&lt;br /&gt;Couples, becoming full time missionaries when they could have become ceos,cfos,presidents.&lt;br /&gt;People, living amongst the poor and downtrodden, just to 'create an awareness',shunning the limelight to put the spotlight on the ruthless people who, they believe are the cause of the calamities.&lt;br /&gt;People, spending time with little children not of their own but of an abandoned parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the people who help, how many have ulterior motives.how many expect a return instead of doing it for a greater purpose.how many just want to be seen and not seek the betterment of the issue at hand.how many pursue they own agenda behind a semblance of goodwill and ferocious determination to 'eradicate societal diseases'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there are the poor who want to remain poor.the sick who want to remain sick.those who can but choose not to.those that are scared of dying yet do not fight to survive.those who choose to remain powerless yet wield more than their masters. hypocrits they are.despised they will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is there if you sacrifice so much just to hasten a rock's fall into the sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why solve an equation if the answer will always be nought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, people are just human. humans do things which are illogical. in the end, as how we were once disconnected from Him by our own device, it is by our own device that we choose what we do in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-1252322147687852036?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/1252322147687852036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=1252322147687852036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1252322147687852036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1252322147687852036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-any-beggars-and-paupersanyone-of.html' title='.as a mother cares for herself, it is not for herself but for her unborn child.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-5770296814522596496</id><published>2008-04-12T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:55:13.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this song.It makes me feel safe.lol but true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhP4dDkUxrY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhP4dDkUxrY&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Death is the Road to Awe (Piano Solo by Lennon Aldort)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgBn4kAv590&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgBn4kAv590&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Death is the Road to Awe by Clint Mansell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-5770296814522596496?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/5770296814522596496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=5770296814522596496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5770296814522596496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5770296814522596496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-like-this-songit-makes-me-feel.html' title='I like this song.It makes me feel safe.lol but true.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-5708555193632104235</id><published>2008-04-09T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:39:15.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed.</title><content type='html'>exactly one year ago, i'd be lmao-ing at people who took their grades too seriously like if they scoredan 89 instead of a 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now exactly one year later, i'm pissed.i missed the one point to get 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISSED.i sound kiasu and i am kiasu now coz i actually studied.nevermind.will make up for that in the next test.RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chants* do more than you have to *chants*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-5708555193632104235?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/5708555193632104235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=5708555193632104235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5708555193632104235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5708555193632104235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/04/pissed.html' title='Pissed.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-5264368171147786947</id><published>2008-04-09T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:03:32.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work it till you got it.</title><content type='html'>to surpass one's self, one needs to achieve something beyond one's capabilities.do more.run faster.jump higher.fall harder.drive faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the make or break moments.the do or die moments.the silent contemplations.sacrifice versus rewards.sink or swim.make it or break it.trials and tribulations of casey stoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redefining one's self is never easy. but evolve one must, as to remain the same is to wither and die with each passing moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who lives within their means, suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the end of the season, you may or you may not be the champ.but you'll definitely know what you're made of" (edited) - Joe Tanto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-5264368171147786947?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/5264368171147786947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=5264368171147786947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5264368171147786947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5264368171147786947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/04/work-it-till-you-got-it.html' title='work it till you got it.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-3757373235982964037</id><published>2008-04-09T03:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T03:33:30.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>43.50.00-43.51.59</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/R_vDUuyx1BI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ulk2xGAJoio/s1600-h/DAYMN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186954156773069842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/R_vDUuyx1BI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ulk2xGAJoio/s320/DAYMN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She looks many times better in the movie compared to this pic.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how she looks like in person.face to face.real life.bersemuka-an.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wonder why there are so many gorgeous women yet so little beautiful ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevertheless.Japan.i.will.conquer.one.day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-3757373235982964037?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/3757373235982964037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=3757373235982964037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3757373235982964037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3757373235982964037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-to-go-to-japanrawr.html' title='43.50.00-43.51.59'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/R_vDUuyx1BI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ulk2xGAJoio/s72-c/DAYMN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-635044527483763084</id><published>2008-04-09T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T01:46:45.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just gonna stay here and i'll always be the same~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;during those times when you're up for studying without the slightest bother about what sleep (actually, lack of) and excessive dose of caffeine can do to you in the long run,you tend to be able to catch up and sometimes, even study in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;at the same time, you brain tends to multitask (yea, that thing which all women rave on about being able to do effortlessly).but that's not all,you start to think in depth about the things around you (from the slightly salty water and the australian affinity and acuity with motorcycles to the impending trip to margaret river and possibly penultimate semester in australia) and maybe, try to relate wtv you're studying (or cramming) to real life examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like...eating indo mee 7 times a week might cause general expenditure to decrease but at the same time increase the rate of balding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i've got econs mid sem (worth 20% of internals) on the 10th and an assignment (of which i have not attempted AT ALL and is worth 20% of internals) due on the 17th and a tutorial test on legal stuff (worth 20% of internals) on the 18th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;step up.step up.step up.step up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-635044527483763084?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/635044527483763084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=635044527483763084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/635044527483763084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/635044527483763084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-just-gonna-stay-here-and-ill-always.html' title='i&apos;m just gonna stay here and i&apos;ll always be the same~'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1166859592531772491</id><published>2008-04-08T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:31:23.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feruccio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First, there was the low rumbling.very loud rumbling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then that uncertain sound from the v10 as the driver let's off the clutch into first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the revs climb and climb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In tandem with the distinct lambo sound growing sharper and sharper until you stop smiling like an idiot from ear to ear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love this place =)&lt;/p&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/32121724-1166859592531772491?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/1166859592531772491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=1166859592531772491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1166859592531772491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1166859592531772491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/04/feruccio.html' title='feruccio'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1109071081751269973</id><published>2008-04-03T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:54:41.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's gotta change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As i was reading some stuff in econs, i came across this topic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;efficiency vs equity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;efficiency is basically how well you utilise a resource. like me utilising my time on WoW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;equity, as i learned from a man about 20-30 years older than me, could be seen from a 'rules' or 'results' point of view.simply put, it's not fair if the rules are not fair and it's not fair if the results are not fair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;rules can be likened to 2 very different individuals trying to achieve wealth.one steals and one works hard.one is obviously playing outside of the rules and one abides by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;results, for lack of a better form of definition, can be thought of as one's income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;as you would have correctly assumed,this blog post is actually a subtle way of revising econs and at the same time,unfold a thought which has been nagging me since this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;let's say, one day, water becomes very scarce and as a result, becomes a very expensive commodity.also,assume the government's damn piss poor and as a result, does not have enough resources to subsidise water.so, water is very expensive (say $500/liter) for everyone.from a rules point of view, it's fair coz everyone's facing the same situation and has equal chance to obtain water. from a results point of view however, how many people can afford water at $500/liter? point to ponder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;applying this situation to the education system in malaysia.there's private education and there's public education.obviously, private education is much more expensive compared to public education. it's fair from a rules point of view because anyone of any race,denomination,height,weight and wtv is eligible to study at either public or private kindergarten/school/college/university/life-long-learning-center.looking at it from the results perspective however, how many could afford to send their child/children to a private insititution all the way from kindergarten to university? fair or not fair? how so?more points to ponder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;another thing i learned today was the function of tariffs.one of them was to protect a country's industry and also to shield 'baby' industries which may or may not have the potential to become a full fledged world player or leader.i thought of the malaysian autmotive industry.hmm so if what i learned while taking forty winks in class is right,maybe someone thought that proton might have the potential to become a world leader in the automotive industry SOME DAY and so,introduced various tariffs to protect the fledging car maker. BIG POINT TO PONDER. but hey, looking at it's monthly sales, the decision might have been a good one =) but i still want my Lotus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;P.S. i realise colouring my post by paragraphs may make me look childishly comical but hey, i like it and it makes me efficient at typing.not to mention, it's fair for me, both rules and results, to make full use of a free service ;)&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/32121724-1109071081751269973?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/1109071081751269973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=1109071081751269973' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know the world has definitely taken a few more steps in front of you when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;most of the people you meet were born in 1990.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you think that the music they're listening to are rubbish.jeez where've i heard that before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;children start calling you uncle (beh tahan-ness man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you are caught singing (rather passionately) to the tunes of frank sinatra's "my way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love is in the air!Well, at least it looks like it for a housemate of mine.every word spoken containing a smile.talks going into the whee hours of the morning.overnights in the house.classical symptoms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Am playing world of warcraft on a 10 day free trial and frankly speaking, it's not all that bad lol am even thinking of playing it on a not so permanent basis (constant not permanent).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Also, bought sunglasses by versace and the viewty from LG.posts on that soon enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in the mean time, gotta go study or do something which might put me ahead of them youngins.rawr.(see i'm using one their overused 'phrases', i'm adapting man.lol)&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/32121724-3732748335323869135?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/3732748335323869135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=3732748335323869135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3732748335323869135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3732748335323869135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/04/crank-dat-soulja-boy-travis-barer-remix.html' title='Crank Dat Soulja Boy (Travis Barker Remix)'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-8149900779264646923</id><published>2008-03-30T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:21:51.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ex nihilo: out of nothing</title><content type='html'>I AM HUNGRY AND I DON'T WANNA EAT INDO MEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that'll leave me with no other choice other than to eat oats or cereals.oh i ran outta mik too.so oats i guess.but then again, i hate eating oats.aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-8149900779264646923?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/8149900779264646923/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-6029578093239735484</id><published>2008-03-29T02:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T04:52:04.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop and stare,i think i'm moving but i go nowhere =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;LOL-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had dinner with Ericans (friends who live in a hostel-flat called Erica Underwood) and friends. Somewhere along the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*While pouring Chinese tea*&lt;br /&gt;Darren:Do we put sugar in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*While eating*&lt;br /&gt;Dave:Uh..is this pork or something like..dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*While chilling when darren and dave start talking about WoW*&lt;br /&gt;Mark:Oh great, i'm the only white guy who doesn't like creating fantasy characters in a fantasy game where you go around killing stuff and interacting with 10 y/o kids in a fantasy game which is supposed to be all fun. WoW-zers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Opportunities. A pastor once spoke about opportunities and remarked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"In life, there are two types of opportunities.Normal ones and life changing ones. More&lt;br /&gt;often than not, the life changing ones are the ones hardest to come by and&lt;br /&gt;may never ever come again."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today i met someone whom, i now reserve a deep respect and admiration for. not because of the fact that the person's of the opposite gender.not because she thinks twice as fast as me.it's because of the choices she made when presented with an opportunity.it's because she chose to benefit others at her own cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.self sacrifice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To put things into perspective, the most i've ever done to help someone at my own expense was to donate a few bucks to a couple of beggars.even then, it was more of a i've-got-a-spare-change-so-i'll-act-as-if-i'm-making-a-difference-in-a-random-stranger's-life.compounding the stupidity of it all, i kept thinking that i might suddenly strike rich after giving away a few bucks (karma i suppose).furthering this enormity of greed was me being smug and trying to look philanthropist-ic.yes, i are evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've just only begun to realize the type of character one has to possess in order to be able to commit such seflless acts which she has done and also, i've just only begun to realize the type of character one has to possess in order to commit such selfish acts which i have been doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know the feeling when all the stuff you've done comes back to haunt you?All the things which people've done for you, the people who you've taken for granted, the stuff you've done unto others, the spiteful things you've said to the people who care for you and stuff?It's not a great feeling.It's not gratifying anymore unlike the first time one steps down the road full of obscene pleasures.It's no more an adrenaline rush.It's no more a call to exploit the generosity of the people around you.In fact, it's dreadful, tugging at your heart strings.It makes you feel down,small and significantly guilty.It's a start of a long road to retribution.It's probably the last shot at removing those chains.It's an opportunity to set things the way they should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live as if you were to die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Love as if you have never loved before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Learn as if you were to live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God.Help Me.Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&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/32121724-6029578093239735484?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/6029578093239735484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=6029578093239735484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/6029578093239735484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/6029578093239735484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/03/stop-and-starei-think-im-moving-but-i.html' title='stop and stare,i think i&apos;m moving but i go nowhere =)'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-5437903654807317137</id><published>2008-03-28T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T05:04:15.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is the Road to Awe by Clint Mansell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Real name: Kendrick Chee Wern Yow @ Xu Shien Yeow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Nicknames:Chee, bye! Ken, Kenbo, Ken Ken, Bo Bo, Beam.&lt;br /&gt;Married: No man.not in the next 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Male/Female: Unlike someone *ahem*sarah*ahem*, i'm clearly a male.no bones bout that lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;High school: Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Seri Hartamas (it's NOT A PRIVATE SCHOOL omigosh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;College: Taylor's University College (SAM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;University(s): Taylor's School of Engineering, Monash University,Curtin University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Short or long hair: Er it' something between short or long.it's complicated.ok not very but it involved me,my housemate, and a whole lot of nervousnicity (yes that's a word i made up =p).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Are u a healthy freak: no man.not since i arrived in Perth.damn huge ass portions of...everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Height: 175-177cm.5feet10 i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Do u have a crush on someone?: yea there was this day which i accidentally crushed an *eyes around nervously for sarah*..ok nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Do u like yourself: It ain't perfect but i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Piercings: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;For earrings.Righty of lefty: no man.no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;First....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Surgery: standard 6.fell and landed using three fingers.oucha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Piercing:none.zero.zilch.nada.kosong.nothing.inexistential hence inconsequential (i like that phrase for some reason)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Person u see in the morning:either ben or carmen or ee mei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Award: there were a few in primary school and a few more in secondary school.ask me and i might tell you abit more =)&lt;br /&gt;Sport you joined:Taekwondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pet:a hamster.died before a year of caring.*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Concert: church concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;First crush: As i was saying, my car was in reverse and crus...a girl from primary school =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Currently...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eating: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Drinking: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm about to: sleep ahhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Your future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Want kids: yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Want to get married: hopefully. (chey this one copied from sarah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Careers in mind: merchant banker,businessman,philantropist,accountant,entrepeneur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Which is better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lips or eyes?: Eyes all the way man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hugs or kisses: Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shorter or taller?: Assuming that this questions is far too complex in nature, in which it will require alot of facts to argue ( -____-") and thus i will have to make assumptions on the ambits of those dichotomies (lol ambits sounds like morning bits = little breakfasts lol and dichotomies which sounds about the same as vasectomy). Hence,any assumptions made would result in a series of long lists of diverse probabilities which would be to long to elucidate. HOWEVER SINCE I'M NOT A REALLY REALLY REALLY SMART WOMAN STUDYING LAW WHO HAS A HABIT OF USING WORDS WHICH MAKE ME FEEL REALLY SMALL AND I HAVE THUS NOT ASSUMED THAT THE ABOVE QUESTIONS ARE IN FACT A-CRAZY-PERMUTATION OF CHOICES WHICH MAY OR MAY NOT AFFECT THE BEARING ON WHICH YOUR PREFERENCE FOR A MATE IS BASED UPON, I WILL SIMPLE ANSWER:&lt;br /&gt;shorter than me-lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Romantic or spontaneous: Hmm can't decide. both =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ensitive or loud: Depends on the situation.sometimes you'd listen to mogwai.sometimes metallica.sometimes alphazone.sometimes ne-yo.get it?no?well widen your ambits damnit! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Troublemaker or hesitant?: abit of both.situation dependant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Have u ever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Kissed a stranger?: no man no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Drank bubbles: bubble tea? yes.bubbles? lol u wanna get high or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Lost glasses/contacts: *ahem* unlike some people who "never had any of these troublesome tools" which we "poor people have to use every single day",i've never lost my glasses and contacts.lol this is fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Ran away from home: no man no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Liked someone younger: Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Liked someone older: Yea.omigoodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Broke someone's heart: For the benefit of the people who do not know me, i'l give this a pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Cried when someone died: duh.would you not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Do u believe in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Yourself?: It's hard to when you're not going anywhere but slug it out and you'll land somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Miracles: Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Heaven: Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Santa Claus: no man no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Magic: Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Angels: yea man yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Answer truthfully..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Is there someone you want to be with right now?: yea man yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Do u believe in God?: Yup! (John 3:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tag 5 people: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ASPIRE800&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;LISA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;MARCO..no blog? it's ok.just do it on facebook lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;SEAN&lt;br /&gt;DENISE&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/32121724-5437903654807317137?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/5437903654807317137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=5437903654807317137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5437903654807317137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5437903654807317137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-is-road-to-awe-by-clint-mansell.html' title='Death is the Road to Awe by Clint Mansell.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1838466721876211347</id><published>2008-03-10T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T03:07:40.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is as they say, feelings wither with the wind once you let it go</title><content type='html'>what would you do if you found someone with everything you ever wanted in your significant other but the only drawback was one of the person's eye was non-existent.instead, a glass eye would be in place of the original thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now imagine if the glass eye were a tad bit too small, revealing much more of the socket than necessary and making the glass eye seem more unnatural than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now imagine that person walking down the street in utter gracefullness and quintessential (at least in your view) beauty.save for that eye which sticks out like ketchup on a white tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this juncture, you could say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love that person for the person inside.the personality.the inner beauty.the peanut butter in a peanut butter sandwich.that's all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i need to rethink this over but when i'm done, you'll know where my heart is set in stone for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;scary.but nevetheless,it just shows how we're presented with one of the many crossroads in life and many a times once you cross onto a path, there's no turning back.at least i think so-lah =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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go'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-4864774893345025934</id><published>2008-02-29T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:27:36.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>currently listening to: in this life</title><content type='html'>classes have officially started!well sorry for sounding over enthusiastic but when you've only got classes on thursday and friday, you kinda not take uni for granted anymore considering i can't drive over here =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am liking economics.the lecturer's pretty funny and animated ('don't call me short asian girl.i'll kill you.no seriously.), making a 2 hour lecture interesting and engaging, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the study culture here is rather different in terms of the type of students and content delivery. in msia, it'd be damn near impossible to find a student above 30 years of age studying for a degree but i've seen a 40-ish woman in my tute and a 38 y/o single mum during my orientation who's been doing tax for the past 13 years.enlightening.the lectures are also a lil different coz the lecturers are more comical and tend to make the lectures not feel like one but more like a discussion with the students.haven't really started tutes so wouldn't know anything bout them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda getting the hang of the uni culture around here.i mean i wouldn't be the first one to reach out and get to know the guy/girl/half-half? beside me in lectures back in msia but it's like, if you don't do it, you're more or less on your own and it's really hard to make it on your own here.phew. don't get it? neither do i.it's just something you do -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go now, need to catch up on some sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-4864774893345025934?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/4864774893345025934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=4864774893345025934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4864774893345025934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4864774893345025934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/02/currently-listening-to-in-this-life.html' title='currently listening to: in this life'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-4032071798441350535</id><published>2008-02-20T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T01:03:08.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rip off.</title><content type='html'>300 dollars in expenditure.mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-4032071798441350535?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/4032071798441350535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=4032071798441350535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4032071798441350535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4032071798441350535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/02/rip-off.html' title='rip off.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-8725015002860099117</id><published>2008-02-19T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:11:52.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate the sun here.i'm getting darker now.booooo</title><content type='html'>Went on a trip to fremantle,a coastal town for tourists. Think mallacca but better and you're pretty much spot on. pics are still somewhere in my com but here're a few pics of my room.a lil smaller than the one back home but it kinda grows on you.wtv that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168545168084699346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/R7pccj1ACNI/AAAAAAAAADs/EXy4K7hEPhE/s320/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One corner of my room.the door's actually a closet and the floor's covered in carpet.well not actually covered, more like layered on top of the floor.it's the same all over the house save for the kitchen. and yes, that's a freaking 30cm box fan on the table coz there's not much ventilation at home except for an air cooler (something like a lower powered air cond) which is used sparingly.and also coz it can get pretty hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/R7pegz1ACOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JUMhG9j2E74/s1600-h/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168547440122398946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/R7pegz1ACOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JUMhG9j2E74/s320/DSC00716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second corner of the room,that's the study table.looks bigger than it really it is.the thing i've not really taken a liking to is that there are only 2 power sockets!i've got 6 chargers man!so much for power to the people.yes call me random.oh btw, the whole room doesn't actually look white as per se.rather it's coz of the flash. the whole room's painted in beige and the light is of a warm glowing yellow.woooo romantic &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/R7pehj1ACPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lko0wEeW5SY/s1600-h/DSC00717.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed makes up the third corner of the room. the fourth corner's actually the door and even a blind man would be able to tell you that's nowhere as interesting as a picture of my bed with a pink coloured rubbish bin and an office chair which feels like it has been the used for something besides sitting (hint: think straddling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/R7pXkT1ACLI/AAAAAAAAADc/YVGMHnmJLLE/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168539803670546610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/R7pXkT1ACLI/AAAAAAAAADc/YVGMHnmJLLE/s320/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A close up of my study table since it's probably the most interesting place to be in my room (social outcast moment there). yea that's the fan,the laptop (note the blogger upload pic page),the handphone (i actually brought another one as a spare until i realised that i could get the latest model at a fraction of my p1i with a line, which sounds costs-effective (cheyy i'm using these terms d.damn proud man.) since i'm gonna be here for at least 2 years),a FHM magazine with a keeley hazel cover (i was bored ok and somehow reading penthouse and playboy in a house with 4 other girls didn't really endear to me), and hair gel.yes i still do my hair and it doesn't 'chao-cueh' so fast coz of the not so arid weather here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i guess one of the worst things about being a typical malaysian here is that you tend to not want to be outstanding.no really.during the orientation, malaysians were asked to speak about msia.suffice to say there was a lot of talking but no speaking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;either its coz we don't know anything good enough to talk about or we just aren't that outspoken.i'd take both options thnx. it's arguably an individual choice in these matters but when you have every msia-an (which makes up roughly 40% of the int'l students) meek-ing when asked to do some speaking (yea i did that too),you gotta wonder why the other int'l guys are worlds apart from us when it comes to doing the same thing.humbling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-8725015002860099117?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/8725015002860099117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=8725015002860099117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8725015002860099117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8725015002860099117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hate-sun-hereim-getting-darker.html' title='i hate the sun here.i&apos;m getting darker now.booooo'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/R7pccj1ACNI/AAAAAAAAADs/EXy4K7hEPhE/s72-c/DSC00715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-3736436692550931314</id><published>2008-02-18T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:47:07.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADD housemate.</title><content type='html'>i just bought something over ebay for the first time ever after setting up an online banking and paypal account for the first time ever. daymn. this rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my wireless mouse doesn't work for some reason.problem started after everyone in the house switched to the wireless router.niabo ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning more hokkien here than i ever did in malaysia.cau-cueh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've washed my own clothes for the first time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over here, life's pretty sedated yet somehow i'm filled with things to do like dota,talking with the guys,getting to know the other housemates,eating,sleeping,reading news online.so much for the 'berdikari'-ness.it's 2.41 am here and i'd better get some more sleep lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh whoever told you all japanese and korean girls are hot, do yourself and the entire male population a favour: bitch slap the guy or spank the girl. only AV stars are hot.and about 10% of the population (most of which are actually in australia or america,so happy meal for me!wtv that means..its 3am gimme a break).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-3736436692550931314?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/3736436692550931314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=3736436692550931314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3736436692550931314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3736436692550931314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/02/add-housemate.html' title='ADD housemate.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-6330560510133503250</id><published>2008-02-11T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:15:56.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback by Alphazone</title><content type='html'>Perth's a quiet city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth's a clean city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth's an orderly city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth's a historical city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth's a..i give up la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shops here close just about the same time an average malaysian thinks of going out to buy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The public transport here is so efficient that i'm having difficulties being on time for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets are usually people free by 8.30pm. Kids are advised to go to bed by 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food's okla.spicy food isn't that spicy to accommodate the australian taste.some asian restaurants do serve good food.western food's like normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, i've made a few friends here.lol another one from sam who i've never met before and a few others.looking forward to orientation,which starts in bout 5 hours.lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-6330560510133503250?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/6330560510133503250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=6330560510133503250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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thinking into something bear-able to read.from the technical and 'innocent' andrew and the kennysia-esque edwin (edwin said it himself) to the howe-ian way of blogging, it seems that everyone is able to translate or transmute all 3 communication components into words,sentences and paragraphs.entertaining words,sentences and paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean thats the majority of stuff on the internet no? words,sentences and paragraphs.whoever manages to arrange,'beautify', and manipulate words the best earns the attention of er..whoever that's interested-lah. now that is an art in itself.and like all things, good or bad can arise out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case in point, 'an inconvenient truth', an artfully packaged movie containing the things which the majority of people want to hear and more importantly attracts the desired attention to the man behind the movie.impressive videography,exhaustive graphs,disturbing pictures and personal insights into a man highly regarded as a true blue environmentalist.i was sold.i drank green,spent green and did everything green until one day, i thought why not see if there're differing opinions and lol there were many.many.many points to ponder on the many many things the al gore movie brought up.most,if not all the facts were disputed.many independent individuals and groups had done their due diligence and well, i guess you could say politicians are always the same.an agenda for an action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you have the craze surrounding the new age or new way of thinking called the secret. it'd be more appropriate to call it an occult. first a book,then a movie,then book spin offs,then a movie spin off ,then seminars,then an mlm-based business.brilliant marketing,anyone? admittedly, i watched the video.took thinking positive and wishing for all the good stuff to 'resonate back' to me to heart.i got fooled there and then when the opening scene started.the movie was really good.presentation was out of this world. there's nothing really wrong with the secret.it's just that it has one glaring problem and that it's hogwash. errors abound,the notable ones are quotations by great people of different eras. check out the book, the secret revealed by garlow&amp;amp;marschall. the saying 'don't trust everything you see' can't be more right than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with so much perversion, you do wonder what to do when the time comes where nothing's really sacred and everything's twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, 1 more hour before i head off.cny's been abit of a blur this year.i mean,i was barely settling in my grandparent's place before we had to rush back home.somehow all the red packets were accounted for and more =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally unrelated note, i'm sure there's a spelling mistake here.damn man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thnx everyone for the wishes,especially the ones with getting a caucasian wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thnx God for being infinitely everything for someone so infinitesimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wished i had met you sooner.that way we can laugh our arses off at each other.and gaze ever so long in a daze. oh well, in God we trust =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-7618271695212779128?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/7618271695212779128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=7618271695212779128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7618271695212779128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7618271695212779128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunrise-by-alphazone.html' title='Sunrise by Alphazone'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-4591364423116940248</id><published>2008-02-06T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:39:03.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby,you, have become my addiction.</title><content type='html'>am feeling bored and restless and reluctant to sleep to savor the last remaining days before i fly off.hence, the tagging.(shamelessly ripped from howe,even the headings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------� � � A L L A B O U T M E � � �--------------&lt;br /&gt;Name: Kendrick Chee&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken: Single&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Man&lt;br /&gt;Birthday:030687&lt;br /&gt;Sign: Gemini&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Height: 1.77 m i guess.well the numbers constantly increase =p&lt;br /&gt;Straight/bisexual/gay?: i'm straight and hopefully not bisexual.mann =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------� � � F A S H I O N S T U F F � � �--------------&lt;br /&gt;Where is your favorite place to shop for clothes?: giordano,levi's,timberland,padini..generally wtv that i spontaneously take a liking to.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite designer?: er.pass.&lt;br /&gt;What is your sexiest outfit?: anything with lotsa leather.wooo&lt;br /&gt;What is your most comfortable outfit?:a polo-tee with jeans and my timberlands.whee&lt;br /&gt;What do you usually wear?: my undies.the red one with white stripes down the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------� � � S P E C I F I C S � � � -------------------&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo do you use?: is there a diff with soap?&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now: trigger by in flames.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person that called you?: jeon.OMG-LAH.&lt;br /&gt;How many buddies are online right now?:about 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------� � � F A V O R I T E S � � �-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Foods: soyabean foods.er.no oily stuff and no fries and no wedges.&lt;br /&gt;Guy names: kendrix.ken.kendrick.dick.&lt;br /&gt;Subjects in school: maths and chemistry.lol&lt;br /&gt;Animals: silky terrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------� � � H A V E Y O U E V E R � � �-------------&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath?: yea. not in that innocent way.sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Smoked?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw up?:nope.&lt;br /&gt;Skinny dipped?: yea.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love?: depends on how you define 'love'.&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Ever imagined your crush naked?: lol is this a trick question?&lt;br /&gt;Actually seen your crush naked?: does it count coz we were drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Lied?: well....&lt;br /&gt;Fallen for your best friend?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Rejected someone?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------� � � L A S T P E R S O N � � �----------------------&lt;br /&gt;You touched: zhong lun.&lt;br /&gt;Hugged:gene.lol lily if ur reading this, it started about 6 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;You IMed: edwin&lt;br /&gt;You yelled at: no one.&lt;br /&gt;You kissed:a very drunk girlfriend(now ex) in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------� � � A R E Y O U � � �---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Understanding: depends what needs to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;Open-minded: to a far-out extent.&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Insecure: nope.used to, about my tits.can't believe i typed that.&lt;br /&gt;Random: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Smart: depends.&lt;br /&gt;Moody: not really anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Organized: to a certain extent.quite small extent.&lt;br /&gt;Healthy: i'd like to think that i'm on the way to a healthy lifestlye.edwin, i'm becoming pro =p&lt;br /&gt;Shy: not really.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult: only with certain girls coz when they get mad,they get really cute.&lt;br /&gt;Bored easily: yesssss&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed: with girls that are exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;Sad:nope.&lt;br /&gt;Happy:yep&lt;br /&gt;Hyper: depends on the time of the day and the company i'm with.&lt;br /&gt;Trusting: no.not that easily la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------� � � W H O D O Y O U W A N N A � � �--------&lt;br /&gt;Kill?:none.&lt;br /&gt;Slap?: no one.spank,wooo now that's something to look after.&lt;br /&gt;Get really wasted with?: no one.no more getting wasted!!!&lt;br /&gt;Get high with: my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to offline: edwin.jeon.gene.nix.andrew.sarah.lisa.joanne.mark.adrian.lai yee.may.lol alot-lah. Talk to online: none.&lt;br /&gt;Sex it up with: my wife.yea yea i'm old fashioned but wtv i do under the sheets isn't outdated. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------� � � R A N D O M � � �---------------------&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I: woke up to RHCP's stadium arcadium.&lt;br /&gt;I dream about: her =)&lt;br /&gt;Sexual preference: women...below 40&lt;br /&gt;What do you notice first in the opposite sex you're into: Appearance.It's a blend of body and face.face plays a major role..hoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------� � � W H I C H I S B E T T E R � � ---------------&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi: neither&lt;br /&gt;Flowers or candy: neither&lt;br /&gt;Tall or short: tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------� � � W H O � � � -----------------&lt;br /&gt;Makes you laugh the most: Lisa and edwin.&lt;br /&gt;Makes you smile: loads of people.&lt;br /&gt;Gives you a funny feeling when you see him/her: now that would be too easy no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------� � � D O Y O U E V E R � � �-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the internet all night waiting for that someone special to IM you?: once.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were a member of the opposite sex?: yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were younger: yea so i can be an innocent lil kid running around naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------� � � N U M B E R � � �--------------&lt;br /&gt;Of times I have had my heart broken: enough times.&lt;br /&gt;Of hearts I have broken: too many times.&lt;br /&gt;Of guys I've kissed:none.&lt;br /&gt;Of girls I've kissed: er..suffice to say got two digits la.&lt;br /&gt;Of CD's I own: er bout 10.&lt;br /&gt;Of scars on my body: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I tag :Andrew,Edwin,Lisa,Sarah,Denise,Tanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;quote of the day: ms. read, are u delicious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-4591364423116940248?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/4591364423116940248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=4591364423116940248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4591364423116940248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4591364423116940248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/02/babyyou-have-become-my-addiction.html' title='baby,you, have become my addiction.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1446150216226995862</id><published>2008-01-16T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:35:27.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>egression and ingression.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in about 23 days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be in a new uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with people fresh outta pre-u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with people not so fresh outta pre-u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably hang out with both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in about 552 hours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be sharing a house with 4 girls and 1 guy.yes i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy's my age, so guess it should be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 4 girls have been staying there for a year so at least i know 4 girls who know whatever there is to know around there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;in about 33,120 minutes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be somewhere different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where singaporean fines feel like small change compared to the australian ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;where if you're not careful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A-ok"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A-ok really means you're an asshole or a faggot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.dunno which's worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;in about 1,987,200 seconds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be getting a debit card. parents will skin me cleaner than a predator could if i run wild with a credit card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i've gotta not mentally convert every dollar into three ringgit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've gotta find a gym, bookstore,departmental store,supermarket or hypermarket...i think 7-11 will do-lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;interestingly, most people advising students on studying often aggrandize about the place you obtained your degree while they tend to tell those've already graduated that it's the amount of acuity and acumen on the job which will ultimately dictate their carreer. to quote kenny sia: "diu or no diu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-1446150216226995862?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/1446150216226995862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=1446150216226995862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1446150216226995862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1446150216226995862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2008/01/egression-and-ingression.html' title='egression and ingression.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-4244873750990890237</id><published>2007-12-25T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T01:57:06.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they say a sucker's born every minute.</title><content type='html'>and i'm definitely a sucker for girls with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-long slender legs&lt;br /&gt;-a cute-and-pretty-but-more-on-the-cute-side face&lt;br /&gt;-long,black and shiny hair&lt;br /&gt;-good measurements.nice body.proportionate.you get it la when all your mates say a girl's got 'the body'.i'm not being shallow here lol.any guy..well any straight guy has this as a criteria.&lt;br /&gt;-a reasonable bust size.i'm not gonna elaborate =p&lt;br /&gt;-a personality you cannot possibly hate no matter how hard you try to.and also abit crazy at times..sometimes..maybe all the time would be better.this' the most important one-lah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/R2_v9KteN_I/AAAAAAAAACE/az0ljWvCX4A/s1600-h/387377841_162c77e96d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147596733233903602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/R2_v9KteN_I/AAAAAAAAACE/az0ljWvCX4A/s320/387377841_162c77e96d_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gets like 3 or 4 outta 5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend asked me a question which goes along the lines of : why are you single while some of your friends who are gays and national lampoon candidates get girlfriends whom mothers are always pestering their son(s) to find?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've always had an answer,encased within an insult, for every single question of hers yet she had me now and i haven't been able to come up with a definitive answer, even as we enter the peak of the season of joyful celebration and giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you single people and people who were single before, why are you single (for single people) and why are you not single now (for people who are taken)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-4244873750990890237?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/4244873750990890237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=4244873750990890237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4244873750990890237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4244873750990890237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/12/they-say-suckers-born-every-minute.html' title='they say a sucker&apos;s born every minute.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/R2_v9KteN_I/AAAAAAAAACE/az0ljWvCX4A/s72-c/387377841_162c77e96d_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-7750179774536866213</id><published>2007-12-22T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T22:33:13.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>winners make the rules, losers live around them.or something.</title><content type='html'>when you go so far in front that you don't realise you've been walking on water and when you do finally sink at the bottom of the river,you find that no one can save you coz you are too far out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i wasn't too far out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.gotta pull it all together and make something useful out of all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-7750179774536866213?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/7750179774536866213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=7750179774536866213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7750179774536866213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7750179774536866213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/12/winners-make-rules-losers-live-around.html' title='winners make the rules, losers live around them.or something.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-2527562168624193416</id><published>2007-11-06T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:45:39.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be focused and unwavering in your approach.</title><content type='html'>Another one of those tags.Actually i haven't got enough time to do a proper post-lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Repeat subject header “I’M TAGGED, THEREFORE…” Copy + paste these rules in your entry. Complete these 15 totally useless statements &amp;amp; questions. Mention who you were tagged by, followed by 8 people whom you’ll be tagging. WARNING! Failure to do so will result in you being cursed eternally with a 3-holed nose and a low-cost flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If I was the opposite gender, what would my party clothes be like?&lt;br /&gt;T-Shirt and Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. At 10am this morning, I was…&lt;br /&gt;Walking from my place to the nearest train station.never knew 2km was actually FAR if you walked.in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At 10pm tonight, I will be…&lt;br /&gt;planning and praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who should be the next Malaysian Prime Minister?&lt;br /&gt;Someone tough and outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If my spouse told me to do without sex for a year, I would…&lt;br /&gt;get another one la.ccb one year without sex.madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If I was a piece of a car, I would be the…&lt;br /&gt;Engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If I was told one day that I would have to give up either&lt;br /&gt;1) anything chocolate OR&lt;br /&gt;2) ever seeing the beach again,&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my life,which one will I give up?&lt;br /&gt;number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Singapore is good for…&lt;br /&gt;enjoying life.kinda like the malaysia-which-might-have-been kinda place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If I could only say 3 words before I die, what would those last words be?&lt;br /&gt;everything was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who would I like to be left on a deserted island with?&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.definitely a woman.with a rather large...nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Die by drowning or by fire?&lt;br /&gt;fire.drowning is kinda like dying without any hope.like knowing you could but you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is one single thing would you buy with your last RM9.95?&lt;br /&gt;newspaper.all day travel card.note pad and pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If I opened a night club, what would I call it?&lt;br /&gt;sap,nark,non.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Don’t cheat: what’s “bulbous”?&lt;br /&gt;something related to the shape of a bulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I think my ass is…&lt;br /&gt;ok-lah.wtv-lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tagging:&lt;br /&gt;anyone who read-lah.but if you read this and you don't wanna do it, your arse is gonna grow unsightly bulbous and disproportionate.big time-o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-2527562168624193416?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/2527562168624193416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=2527562168624193416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2527562168624193416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2527562168624193416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/11/be-focused-and-unwavering-in-your.html' title='Be focused and unwavering in your approach.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-6264952235616472065</id><published>2007-10-04T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T05:00:43.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smokin aces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;alicia keys ni hot giler doh. tapi rambut cam nelly furtado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RwP9qDfvrAI/AAAAAAAAABc/2zrkXdMtpRY/s1600-h/Alicia_Keys3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117212500557802498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RwP9qDfvrAI/AAAAAAAAABc/2zrkXdMtpRY/s320/Alicia_Keys3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alicia J. Augello-Cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RwP9qjfvrCI/AAAAAAAAABs/pr-Q5cNA1PI/s1600-h/smoking%2520aces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117212509147737122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RwP9qjfvrCI/AAAAAAAAABs/pr-Q5cNA1PI/s320/smoking%2520aces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this takes the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RwP_hzfvrDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9AeVX2sPKoE/s1600-h/alicia-key-smoking-ace-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117214557847137330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RwP_hzfvrDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9AeVX2sPKoE/s320/alicia-key-smoking-ace-4.jpg" 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/32121724-6264952235616472065?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/6264952235616472065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=6264952235616472065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/6264952235616472065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/6264952235616472065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/10/alicia-j-augello-cook.html' title='smokin aces'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RwP9qDfvrAI/AAAAAAAAABc/2zrkXdMtpRY/s72-c/Alicia_Keys3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-4283566420409471219</id><published>2007-10-01T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T01:40:40.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ave maria</title><content type='html'>i'm developing a thing for classical music.think franz schubert,andrea bochelli and the likes la.for now, i'm seriously digging il divo's rendition of ave maria,hoooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never knew why i never gave classical music a shot.it's damn relaxing and makes you feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, finals in a month.fark!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-4283566420409471219?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/4283566420409471219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=4283566420409471219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4283566420409471219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4283566420409471219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/10/ave-maria.html' title='ave maria'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-8658530058389000385</id><published>2007-09-28T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T03:31:07.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardddddooo Gayyyyyyyyyyy!!!hooooooooooooo!!</title><content type='html'>Oh shit i just found this clip.hilarious.wakakaka.okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4JGn2XAH9g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4JGn2XAH9g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-8658530058389000385?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/8658530058389000385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=8658530058389000385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8658530058389000385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8658530058389000385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/09/hardddddooo-gayyyyyyyyyyyhooooooooooooo.html' title='Hardddddooo Gayyyyyyyyyyy!!!hooooooooooooo!!'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-7543618977945381335</id><published>2007-09-28T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T03:21:09.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>effort, hoooooooooo!</title><content type='html'>i was snacking today at McD's when one of my friends asked me how's the business coming along and how much i was getting and how active everyone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol after playing a fool at foos and not playing so much of a fool at a cybercafe and while on the way home, i thought bout the stuff we discussed and i realised that i did have some degree of results =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on it for abit more, it wasn't all bed and roses-lah but i still think it was worth it-lah coz:&lt;br /&gt;-i more or less got back what i put in&lt;br /&gt;-i learned how to deal with people who might not like you or what you do&lt;br /&gt;-i *learned* psychology&lt;br /&gt;-i know what's the one important thing any person needs to succeed in anything.&lt;br /&gt;-i learned about the various idiosyncrasies the 'real world' has which i never knew about despite having lived for 19 years already.urm make that 20.&lt;br /&gt;-i know what it means to actually want something so bad that you'd think up and do anything and possibly everything that's deemed crazy by normal peoeple,just to obtain that something.&lt;br /&gt;-i know what it means to work in a team and to tolerate and work with the various characters and colours of other people in the same team.&lt;br /&gt;-whew and i think i still got a long way to go before being able to get what i want.yatta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i gotta lay off awhile for the exams which are like in a month?! exams, hooooooooo! Anyway, edwin if you're reading this, i bet you know the vid below very well.lol maybe too well =p enjoy anyhow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_tWeFFPKGs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_tWeFFPKGs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-7543618977945381335?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/7543618977945381335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=7543618977945381335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7543618977945381335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7543618977945381335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/09/effort-hoooooooooo.html' title='effort, hoooooooooo!'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-3285715092674476859</id><published>2007-09-14T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:06:05.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity.</title><content type='html'>Watch this vid.It's seriously something which you'd never expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLJ5xd2nAFY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLJ5xd2nAFY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-3285715092674476859?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/3285715092674476859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=3285715092674476859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3285715092674476859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3285715092674476859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/09/serenity.html' title='Serenity.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-7780133823165038729</id><published>2007-09-10T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:18:38.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not over until the bell rings~~</title><content type='html'>Never,never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess in everything we do, there's always a possibility of giving up after a few setbacks but then again the only reason why we would quit is that the 'why' or purpose behind doing whatever we're doing isn't strong enough to overcome the obstacles which cropped up along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this' a lame example but if you had a gf,you'd probably do ALOT of things to keep it going with her even though it'll definitely consume time, energy, effort and money too, no? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one would be:&lt;br /&gt;why are you currently doing the things which takes up alot of time&amp;amp;effort yet you're still at it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-7780133823165038729?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/7780133823165038729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=7780133823165038729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7780133823165038729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7780133823165038729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-not-over-until-bell-rings.html' title='It&apos;s not over until the bell rings~~'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-3306471534625330441</id><published>2007-09-06T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:47:56.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky</title><content type='html'>Taken from an email by &lt;a href="http://www.adam-khoo.com/"&gt;Adam Khoo&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely one of the best examples of the power of commitment and how doing 'whatever it takes will get you what you want' is the story of Sylvester Stallone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his peak, Stallone was one of the most popular and highly paid stars in Hollywood, commanding a fee of US$20m per movie. Was he just born under a lucky star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was he a naturally talented actor? Was he at the right place at the right time? Hardly. He was someone who seemed to have all the odds stacked up against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His family was so poor that his mother had to give birth to him on the doorsteps of a school. A blotched delivery by students caused a facial nerve to be severed, leaving him paralyzed on the right side of his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, Stallone had to live the rest of his life with slurred speech. He even had to deal with having a drooping lower lip and being made fun of because of his name 'Sylvester' (associated with the Looney Tunes cat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all these limitations, young Stallone dreamed of becoming an actor and inspiring millions of people through his movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know many young people go through a phase of wanting to be an actor, a star ...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the difference between Stallone and the rest of youthful dreamers was that his dream was not a merely wishful thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To Stallone, it was an absolute must. He was truly committed to doing whatever it took to make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First he enrolled in acting school and then started going for auditions. Predictably, with his wooden acting, his dopey looks and his slurred speech, Stallone was rejected for every part he applied for. But he never gave up. Doggedly he just kept changing his strategy and taking action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he landed his first part is a fine example of how he was willing to do whatever it took. When he was rejected after yet another audition, he pulled up a chair in front of the manager's office and sat down, refusing to leave unless they gave him a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sitting there for hours, they were so moved by how much he wanted a chance that they relented and gave him a part. Although he appeared for a couple of minutes (as an extra), it gave him that first breakthrough he was after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that experience was followed by yet another string of unsuccessful attempts at getting another acting job. At that point, his wife told him to give up his 'stupid dream' and get a real job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply was,&lt;br /&gt;'If I get another job, I'd lose the only thing I have got going for me...my hunger.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'By quitting and getting a job,I would be selling out on my dream'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stallone eventually wound up so broke and desperate that he was forced to sell his dog for $50 in order to survive. It was the saddest moment in his life because his dog was the one friend he had got left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this, the lowest point in his life, he watched a boxing match between then world heavyweight champion Muhammed Ali and Chuck Wepner, an underdog that everyone thought would be defeated within three rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What no one expected was Wepners' determination and tenacity. He lasted the total of fifteen rounds with Ali, just refusing to go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sly was so inspired by what he saw that he had visions in his head about a movie that he was going to write. He started writing profusely for 72 hours non-stop until he finished the manuscript for 'Rocky'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so excited by the script because in his mind he knew that this was going to be the movie that would change his life and his fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he went round attempting to sell his script, everyone felt that it was too predictable and that nobody would be interested in watching a movie about boxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't give up. He kept on going and going until one company made him an offer of 125,000 for the script and the rights to make the movie. This should have made Sly overjoyed but his dream was to be an actor and not a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he told them that the condition of sale was that he be cast as the lead actor. They objected saying, 'You're a writer! you're not an actor!' 'There is no way we will let you act!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sly stood his ground and refused to sell the script if he wasn't the lead actor. They even increased their offer to $250,000,but Sly kept insisting that he fitted the role of 'Rocky', and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he was broke and hungry, he refused to sell out his dream for a six-figure pay check. That was his level of commitment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually they reluctantly agreed, on the condition that the movie be made on a shoe string budget of less than a million dollars and Stallone would get only $35,000 for the writing, directing and acting. Sly would however, get a percentage of the profits, if the movie made money. He agreed immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing Sly did when he got his money was to go in search of the man who bought his dog to buy it back. When he finally tracked down the man, he offered to buy his dog back for $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man declined his offer saying that he was not interested. Sly upped his offer to $500. Still the man refused. Sly again upped his offer, this time to $1000. The man still would not budge saying,'No amount of money will ever convince me to sell this dog.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most of us would give up at this point, Sly knew that if he was committed to do whatever it takes, he would find a way.Eventually he did get his dog back. He paid the man a whopping $15,000 and also gave him a part in the movie as part of the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Rocky was launched at the box office, it grossed over $225 million and was nominated for ten academy awards (including best actor), eventually winning an Oscar for Best Picture &amp;amp; Best Director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvester instantly shot to fame as an action star and lucrative offers came in for future blockbusters, which were to eventuate in First Blood, Rambo and the Rocky sequels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eventual success came from the fact that to him, becoming an actor was truly a must. He believed that when you are committed enough, there is always a way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-3306471534625330441?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/3306471534625330441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=3306471534625330441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3306471534625330441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/3306471534625330441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/09/rocky.html' title='Rocky'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1518226678631032279</id><published>2007-08-27T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:03:31.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you analyse so much for what? analyse-analyse then become paralyzed -____-</title><content type='html'>i have this damn crazy idea to do modelling.&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;kk you can stop laughing now but actually come to think of it, what's so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean yea i'm not as good looking as erm..i can't think of anyone good liking-lah,i'm not a super-social-butterfly (more like a fat bee..erm nvm), i'm not that fit, i can't speak mandarin or fluent cantonese nor do i talk about what models always talk about (actually, i'm pretty curious. WHAT do they ever talk about?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, name me one model who's not everything of the above before he/she started out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more importantly, i guess i'm *thinking* of doing something this crazy just to do something out of the ordinary and also because it helps with confidence, besides getting to know more people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to most importantly, i'm surprised i even considered this subject!geez guess i've really changed for the better since these past few months =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-1518226678631032279?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/1518226678631032279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=1518226678631032279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1518226678631032279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1518226678631032279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-analyse-so-much-for-what-analyse.html' title='you analyse so much for what? analyse-analyse then become paralyzed -____-'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-5048877849716202811</id><published>2007-08-25T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:21:49.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagg</title><content type='html'>Layer 1: On the outside&lt;br /&gt;Name: Kendrick Chee&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: 3/6/1987&lt;br /&gt;Current Status: Single but not available =)&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 2: On the inside&lt;br /&gt;My Heritage: Chinese-Malay (Baba-Nonya or something-lah.)&lt;br /&gt;My Fears: um either there's none or it's too insignificant for me to care =p&lt;br /&gt;My Weaknesses: Laziness.&lt;br /&gt;My Perfect Pizza: Beef,Chicken,Fish,Frogs,Pineapple and Vegetables.rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 3: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;My First Thoughts Waking Up: fifteen more minutes!&lt;br /&gt;My Bed Time: 2 or 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;My Most Missed Memories: um.secondary school or college.wait.secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 4: My Pick&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: none.&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds or Burger King: burger king coz the burgers taste better XD&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: whichever-lah.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: nike&lt;br /&gt;Tea or Nestea: tea&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: redundant.cappucino's a type of coffee -.-' but i'd take cappuncino all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Believe In Yourself: All the time.&lt;br /&gt;Think You're A Health Freak: i know i should but i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 5: Do You..&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: nope&lt;br /&gt;Curse: Yes but reducing the it!&lt;br /&gt;Take A Shower: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have A crush: nope&lt;br /&gt;Go To School: school of engineering?lame i know.&lt;br /&gt;Want To Get Married: yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 6: In The Past&lt;br /&gt;Drink Alcohol: yea&lt;br /&gt;Gone To The Mall: yea&lt;br /&gt;Been On Stage: yea&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi: yea&lt;br /&gt;Dyed Your Hair: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 7: Have You Ever..&lt;br /&gt;Played A Stripping Game: no&lt;br /&gt;Changed Who You Were To Fit In: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 8: Are You Hoping To..&lt;br /&gt;Get Married: yes before i turn 30.kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 9: In A Boy/Girl&lt;br /&gt;Best Eye Colour: black or green or blue.&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair Colour: black or dark brown or dark purple similiar colour tones-lah.&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long Hair: depending on the girl =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 10: What You Were Doing&lt;br /&gt;A Minute Ago: friendster.&lt;br /&gt;An Hour Ago: having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Four And A Half Hours Ago: sleeping in the car while accounts lecture was going on.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;A Month Ago: soul searching?lol&lt;br /&gt;A Year Ago: enjoying life when i should have been studying.kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 11: Finish The Sentences&lt;br /&gt;I Love: God.&lt;br /&gt;I Feel: that i need to get more things done.effectively!&lt;br /&gt;I Hate: those who have dreams but dare not pursue them.those who will talk about just everything under the sun but never have the guts to take action.i hate these words:get a job.lol&lt;br /&gt;I Hide: nothing.except for some videos.and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I Miss: sparring in taekwondo&lt;br /&gt;I Need: to do everything i can to achieve everything i want to achieve before 25 and 30. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Edwin&lt;br /&gt;Andrew&lt;br /&gt;Howe..if you're back=p&lt;br /&gt;And anyone else who frequents here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-5048877849716202811?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/5048877849716202811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=5048877849716202811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5048877849716202811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5048877849716202811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/08/tagg.html' title='Tagg'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-7917926861485389466</id><published>2007-08-07T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T17:43:07.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's not a must then it's not important.</title><content type='html'>I realized today that the most significant change i've gone through the past few months can be attributed to a single word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How many times have you ever asked yourself why you are doing the things you do, the way you think, the logic behind every decisive action and every single step in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't be surprised when you ask your friends why they do the things they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once said 'most people live day to day blur-blur'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another said 'the reason why one person succeeds and another fails in doing something similiar is that one knows why he/she's doing it and the other doesn't.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-7917926861485389466?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/7917926861485389466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=7917926861485389466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7917926861485389466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7917926861485389466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-its-not-must-then-its-not-important.html' title='If it&apos;s not a must then it&apos;s not important.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-5318756184389735341</id><published>2007-08-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T01:03:42.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasabi.one post for one friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RrC2jpADtaI/AAAAAAAAABM/T8I4cNNkc6o/s1600-h/DSC02445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093771901973804450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RrC2jpADtaI/AAAAAAAAABM/T8I4cNNkc6o/s320/DSC02445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;edwin, i never knew wei.but i should've guessed it.the tell tale signs where there.first there was mz.then sharing the bed with him.and now, i don't even wanna know what you guys are sharing at the moment lol.see u during the summer back in malaysia wei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/32121724-5318756184389735341?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/5318756184389735341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=5318756184389735341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5318756184389735341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5318756184389735341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/08/wasabione-post-for-one-friend.html' title='wasabi.one post for one friend.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RrC2jpADtaI/AAAAAAAAABM/T8I4cNNkc6o/s72-c/DSC02445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-7794234319328129590</id><published>2007-07-30T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:42:21.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more time and i'm gonna go snap (say that 2x as fast!)</title><content type='html'>Uni isn't all that bad wei!New campus, new semester and definitely more new chicks!yeehaww..yea i know,ya must be asking why i go to uni =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, it's a really nice feeling when you've managed to help someone achieve something.money,relationship or anything which would make one happy-lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling's like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stepping on the gas pedal and then, hearing a sudden gush of air rushing into the air intake, followed by the rapid increase in rpm, complemented by the engine roaring (well, at least it sounds something like a roar-lah.) while the transmission system drops two gears. then a suddenly jerk is felt and subsequently you'll feel yourself accelerating from 0-60 mph in 13 seconds.at 2 am on a clear stretch of road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-or like eating a pie.an apple pie fresh out of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap..gtg study!update later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-7794234319328129590?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-557502515246314577</id><published>2007-07-25T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:36:20.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gestalt</title><content type='html'>i know i know, i said that i was gonna stop but it's hard-lah.i mean, you can get away with insulting people and ... well basically that's it-lah but that's the appeal or something-lah.as i'm typing this, i'm abit tipsy so that's why-lah wtv i'm typing is so crappy-lah. anyway, here's two videos of the infamous ghost rider.he's from sweden or some european nation-lah.he rides a hayabusa and owns every single car and motocycle wherever he rides-lah.cool-lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/184507/is_there_a_faster_monster.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/184507/is_there_a_faster_monster/"&gt;Is There A Faster Monster?&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href='http://www.metacafe.com/'&gt;The best bloopers are a click away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/194362/ghost_rider_highlights_1_2_3_4.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/194362/ghost_rider_highlights_1_2_3_4/"&gt;Ghost Rider HighLights : 1,2,3,4&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href='http://www.metacafe.com/'&gt;The most popular videos are a click away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-557502515246314577?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/557502515246314577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=557502515246314577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/557502515246314577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/557502515246314577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/07/gestalt.html' title='Gestalt'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-8578116790910404717</id><published>2007-07-24T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:12:02.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello boys, I'mm backkk!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi.Hello.Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a coming back thing,a video =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIJXEmWIsVk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIJXEmWIsVk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-8578116790910404717?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/8578116790910404717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=8578116790910404717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8578116790910404717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8578116790910404717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-boys-imm-backkk.html' title='Hello boys, I&apos;mm backkk!!!'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-677976157152678093</id><published>2007-06-02T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:38:16.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sunday.</title><content type='html'>shit i'm addicted to my friend's lyrics.specifically, lyrics which he wrote about a girl and not so specifically, the song which me,him and another guy somehow put together.bassist,drummer,guitarist.i'm addicted to the song, specifically the music and lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you glare my eyes.just like sunrise~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-677976157152678093?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/677976157152678093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=677976157152678093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/677976157152678093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/677976157152678093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-sunday.html' title='my sunday.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-6920504813292507690</id><published>2007-06-01T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:07:09.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you glare my eyes, just like sunrise~~</title><content type='html'>A young man is wandering and lost in a forest when he comes upon a small house.Knocking on the door, he is greeted by an ancient Chinese man with a long gray beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm lost, can you put me up for the night?" said the young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese man said, "Certainly, but on one condition., if you lay a finger on my daughter, I will inflict upon you the three worst Chinese tortures known to man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK," said the man, thinking that the daughter must be pretty old, and entered the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, the daughter came down the stairs. She was young, beautiful and had a fantastic body. She was obviously attracted to the young man as she couldn't keep her eyes off him during the meal. Remembering the old man's warning, he ignored her and went up to bed alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night, he could bear it no longer and snuck into her room for a night of passion. He was careful to keep everything quiet, so the old man wouldn't hear. Near dawn, he crept back to his room, exhausted but happy. He woke to feel a pressure on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening his eyes, he saw a large rock on his chest with a note on it that read,"Chinese Torture 1: Large rock on chest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's pretty crappy," he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If that's the best the old man can do, then I don't have much to worry about." He picked the boulder up, walked over to the window, and threw the boulder out. As he did so, he noticed another note on it that read, "Chinese Torture 2: Rock tied to left testicle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a panic he glanced down and saw the rope that was already getting close to taut. Figuring that a few broken bones was better than castration, he jumped out of the window after the boulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he plummeted towards the ground, he saw a large sign on the ground that read, "Chinese Torture 3: Right testicle tied to bed post."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-6920504813292507690?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/6920504813292507690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=6920504813292507690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/6920504813292507690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/6920504813292507690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-glare-my-eyes-just-like-sunrise.html' title='you glare my eyes, just like sunrise~~'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-7680373652348538682</id><published>2007-05-30T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:38:41.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>storm in a teacup</title><content type='html'>am listening to rhcp's new album.nice grooves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am currently in the process of mugging for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am currently lost.in a very general sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am glad to finally enter unorthodoxia.wtv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am grateful to have a few people to confide in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-7680373652348538682?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/7680373652348538682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=7680373652348538682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7680373652348538682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/7680373652348538682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/05/storm-in-teacup.html' title='storm in a teacup'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1520558330972327174</id><published>2007-05-22T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:56:30.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROTARY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1BWv7iPFUg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1BWv7iPFUg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-1520558330972327174?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/1520558330972327174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=1520558330972327174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1520558330972327174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1520558330972327174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/05/rotary.html' title='ROTARY!'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-5361223447287665691</id><published>2007-05-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:10:01.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifeline.</title><content type='html'>i guess there'd come a time when i finally decide to give up blogging simply because i've always treated it as something of a past time, a place to rant nonsense,an online journal and also an output for sudden bursts of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back at the past 3 months, i know that i've definitely changed and with that came along changed perspectives on me from the same people that i've known.in my opinion, i've definitely changed for the better but that answer isn't reciprocated by a few of my friends.words need not to be exchanged for me to identify how many and who, just body language sufficed.i hold no hard feelings because it is human to react in such a way when change comes about.the only gripe i have is not being told directly and having to discover everything from an acquaintance, not a friend, but an acquiantance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once again, more often than ever, i stand at another crossroad between two different pathways which would greatly influence the direction i am heading for the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog,along with its archives will be deleted after the first week of june.i'll be 20 after that week.time to grow up and take a serious look at life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-5361223447287665691?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/5361223447287665691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=5361223447287665691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5361223447287665691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/5361223447287665691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/05/lifeline.html' title='lifeline.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-6503454884042202013</id><published>2007-04-30T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:52:48.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A man pays his grandparents a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling into the driveway, he is flabbergasted to see his grandpa shivering in a rocking chair on the porch, naked from the waist down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" he shouts, running over with a blanket from the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man looks into the distance without answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gramps" the man perseveres, "why are you sitting here with nothing on down below?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the old man turns his head to greet his grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last week I sat here without my shirt on and got a stiff neck," he wheezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is your grandmothers idea............"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, a boy is told by a classmate that most adults hide at least one dark secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes it easy to blackmail them by saying, "I KNOW THE WHOLE TRUTH",even when you don't know a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy decides to go home and try it out... As he greets his mother he says: " I KNOW THE WHOLE TRUTH." His mother quickly hands him $20 and says "Just don’t tell your father".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite pleased the boy waits for his father to get home from work and says, "I KNOW THE WHOLE TRUTH." The father promptly hands him $40 and says, "Don’t say a word to your Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very pleased the boy is on his way to school the next day when he sees the mailman at his front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy greets him by saying, "I KNOW THE WHOLE TRUTH,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mailman drops the mail, opens his arms and says: “IN THAT CASE COME GIVE DADDY A BIG HUG."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do a PS2 and Michael Jackson have in common?&lt;br /&gt;They're both originally black and both get turned on by kids.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do."Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?"The blonde said, "How about 50 dollars?" The man agreed and told her that the paint and ladders that she might need were in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man's wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband, "Does she realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?"The man replied, "She should. She was standing on the porch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later, the blonde came to the door to collect her money."You're finished already?" he asked. "Yes," the blonde answered, "and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50. "And by the way," the blonde added, "that's not a Porch, it's a Ferrari."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bush Stamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Postal Service created a stamp with a picture of President Bush. The stamp was not sticking to envelopes. This enraged the President, who demanded a full investigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month of testing, a special Presidential commission presented the following findings:&lt;br /&gt;1) The stamp is in perfect order.&lt;br /&gt;2) There is nothing wrong with the applied adhesive.&lt;br /&gt;3) People are spitting on the wrong side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-6503454884042202013?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/6503454884042202013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=6503454884042202013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/6503454884042202013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/6503454884042202013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/04/man-pays-his-grandparents-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-8222932549377704012</id><published>2007-04-27T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:18:48.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.B.S.I</title><content type='html'>It's breaktime from studying and thought i'd post something-lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it abit freakish when you've people visiting your blog but never drop a line? On the other hand, it isn't that shocking when you've experienced something similiar in real life.wakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business' progressing on!i won't elaborate more as i've heard enough people saying 'cannot do' yet i see these same people yapping about how life is miserable and how they want to have more money yet not do anything to change their current situation.oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to finish studying!!At least two distinctions and i'll sleep easy!so, until the next update, here're a few sites you might find interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://richdad.com"&gt;A place to go to if you are serious about becoming rich.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pornotube.com"&gt;A place to go to during the wee hours of the morning, without your gf/bf next to you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://autoblog.com"&gt;If you like cars and americans.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nazaworld.com.my"&gt;If you're thinking of owning a 6.5million ringgit Mercedes SLR Mclaren.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-8222932549377704012?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/8222932549377704012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=8222932549377704012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8222932549377704012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8222932549377704012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/04/ebsi.html' title='E.B.S.I'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-2426119655333613502</id><published>2007-04-19T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:02:57.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks shaun!rx-8!</title><content type='html'>He has everything!well no SLR but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/518759/exotic_car_collector.swf" width="400" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/518759/exotic_car_collector/"&gt;Exotic Car Collector&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;Click here for more amazing videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my girlfriend was this understanding wakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/485787/the_ideal_woman.swf" width="400" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/485787/the_ideal_woman/"&gt;The Ideal Woman&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;For more funny videos, click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHL delivers everything even love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/406443/dhl_deliver_everything.swf" width="400" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/406443/dhl_deliver_everything/"&gt;DHL Deliver Everything&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The most popular videos are a click away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-2426119655333613502?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/2426119655333613502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=2426119655333613502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2426119655333613502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/2426119655333613502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks-shaunrx-8.html' title='thanks shaun!rx-8!'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-8208436351717250562</id><published>2007-04-18T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:32:03.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retro sial.</title><content type='html'>i downloaded linkin park's crawling and damn man that song sure brings back memories from secondary school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the crazy things which i've done..phew even though somethings aren't exactly 'good',i'm still proud of them coz without them i wouldn't be who i am today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which makes me realise how different i've become and how others around me have changed as well.some friends disappear from your life.some just move on without any reason and don't bother telling you.some become stuck in the past.some fail to see the big picture in life.some hold you back.some spur you on.some are always there to help you get up.some always make sure you take a step in the right direction.some will always be there to laugh and walk beside you.some will need a lil help but will give everything to help you.some will come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a journey.long or short, you decide.exciting or boring, you decide.fun or sad, you decide.winding or straight, you decide.the bottom line is, no one else controls your life besides you and you're the most powerful person in your life simply because you are the only one who can shape your own destiny and no one can take that away.yeehaw ok enough with the zen moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"some people are born with greatness.others are entrusted with greatness."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-8208436351717250562?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/8208436351717250562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=8208436351717250562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8208436351717250562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8208436351717250562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/04/retro-sial.html' title='retro sial.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1930905280162339438</id><published>2007-04-15T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:47:23.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>filters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RiGcIfP-TvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HyxvvIcY3_4/s1600-h/DSC02500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053491926527790834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RiGcIfP-TvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HyxvvIcY3_4/s320/DSC02500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RiGcIvP-TwI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZKfiCJhL1O0/s1600-h/DSC02501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053491930822758146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RiGcIvP-TwI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZKfiCJhL1O0/s320/DSC02501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew taught me how to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RiGV6fP-TtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bw2jiFqMJTs/s1600-h/DSC02500.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RiGV6_P-TuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lfJFOMeZjEk/s1600-h/DSC02501.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.On a joyous note, network marketing works.read note number three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.On an irrelevant note,i've never realized saying a word consisting of two letters would be extremely effective in filtering out a friend from friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.On a not so relevant note but relevant nonetheless to the note above and relevant to the note before the above note, i'll be getting a supra by the end of this year and i'll be laughing at those who laugh at me now.wakakaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-1930905280162339438?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/1930905280162339438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=1930905280162339438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1930905280162339438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1930905280162339438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/04/filters.html' title='filters.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RiGcIfP-TvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HyxvvIcY3_4/s72-c/DSC02500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-6367852652794638787</id><published>2007-03-16T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:37:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy drivers tailgate.Pros overtake.wakak</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ability defines what you are capable of doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motivation defines what you do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attitude defines how well you do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been nearly a month but i can proudly say i'm doing a network marketing business and it's freaking different from what i thought. it's a whole new experience and i like =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-6367852652794638787?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/6367852652794638787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=6367852652794638787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/6367852652794638787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/6367852652794638787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/03/lousy-drivers-tailgatepros.html' title='Lousy drivers tailgate.Pros overtake.wakak'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-8809761698713767185</id><published>2007-03-11T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T08:52:44.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dark by design!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Going baseball at 2pm then futsal at 9pm @.@ you'd think there would be about 5-6 hours between the two so i could rest but nooo baseball takes about 4 hours which would end at 6pm then only 3 hours of break then it's off for futsal. lol shit man i'm ma gonna die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a totally random note, jeon's been going to this gym where he had a quintessentially-homosexual experience.yes, he's still thinking about the time in the sauna.no, all of us are still deaf when he suddenly talks about that old man with the loosely wrapped towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another totally random note, it seems that i've been driving very dangerously.dangerous enough to be able to see the white of the driver's eyes who's car is in front...like less than a foot?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another totally whacked note, i might end up staying in malaysia for good for several selfish reasons and forgoing the chance to live in a country sans parents.for good.yep that means even finishing my studies for good in malaysia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another not so serious note, i uninstalled the program which uses w3l.exe and also every other game on my laptop save pinball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a totally unrelated note, i went to string my guitar yesterday and it cost me 30 bucks.well 28 but still, 2 dollars can get u quite a number of things.those sweets at the mamak, a newspaper and roti canai,4 cups of chinese tea with ice or water with ice,erm 1.3 or 1.4 litres of RON97 petrol?,0.98 or 0.985 litres of shell's f1 racing petrol,and u get the idea la..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a ending note, a phrase from Ali G: talk to the hand coz the face's not listening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-8809761698713767185?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/8809761698713767185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=8809761698713767185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8809761698713767185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8809761698713767185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/03/dark-by-design.html' title='dark by design!'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-1969577954549527189</id><published>2007-03-09T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:21:33.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamboozzles.</title><content type='html'>Before i turn 50, i want to own a Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder. So, i checked out the price. So, after checking it out &lt;a href="http://www.motortrader.com.my/asp/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=2711&amp;whichpage=2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, i found out the Gallardo itself costs 1.6million or so. Ok, no biggie. Big price for everything big i want in a car.No problem, i've got 30 years to get the money. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still curious, i continued searching until i stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://www.customs.gov.my/html/cbu2006warta.htm"&gt;this list&lt;/a&gt;, which details the price of an imported car before tax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RfE1iFofj6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/f7FTuiqH2FQ/s1600-h/wtf1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039868317748137890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RfE1iFofj6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/f7FTuiqH2FQ/s320/wtf1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point, a very curious me scrolled further down, waiting to see the words Lamborghini and Gallardo.I finally found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RfE1h1ofj5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_wLMcocaqMA/s1600-h/lambooo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039868313453170578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RfE1h1ofj5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_wLMcocaqMA/s320/lambooo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Price of the Lamborghini Gallardo 5.0 V10 before tax : RM 479536.00&lt;br /&gt;Price of the Lamborghni Gallardo 5.0 V10 after tax : RM 1600000.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Further searching also revealed how imported cars are priced when i came across &lt;a href="http://www.customs.gov.my/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=48&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;this page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RfE2wlofj8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/TDPOmuwVgNc/s1600-h/wtf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039869666367868866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RfE2wlofj8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/TDPOmuwVgNc/s320/wtf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The customs' value is derived by adding the costs of bringing the vehicle (shipping, insurance..yada yada) with the actual price of the vehicle. that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The import duty however, is a whopping 200% on top of the custom's value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the excise duty is a 100% on top of the custom's value too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's also sales tax which is 10% from the total of adding the custom's value and the import duty and the excise duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the total cost would be the custom's value plus the import duty plus the excise duty plus 10% of custom's value,import duty and excise duty put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not taking car make and model into consideration, any imported car would cost ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.1.6million.i've got my work cut out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-1969577954549527189?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/1969577954549527189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=1969577954549527189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1969577954549527189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/1969577954549527189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/03/lamboozzles.html' title='Lamboozzles.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/RfE1iFofj6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/f7FTuiqH2FQ/s72-c/wtf1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-8992809773253629509</id><published>2007-03-06T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:20:46.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7.5.3.5-6.7.    7.5.3.2-6.7 X 2   7.9.10.3.2-7 X3  7.5.3.5-6.7  7.5.3.2-6.7 X 4  7.5.3.22222222-6.7</title><content type='html'>I am starting to appreciate Malaysia. No really, it's not some pre-April fool's thing. I really am actually starting to like Malaysia. The chicks, the people, the culture, the tons of stuff which you can do and start to do here and yada yada yada. Simply put, it's all starting to get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until i turned 19,i didn't like staying in malaysia.Now, i am quite liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably it's because i've settled my studies (like where and what i wanna do =.-),gotten a car,gotten more friends...lotsa new friends, found a whole lot more stuff to do other than dota (which i have gotten rid of wakakaka), found myself or matured or grew older or became wiser or wtv la,found that there are so many malaysian chicks around, found a gold mine of opportunities in terms of making money, knowing famous people, getting famous and lotsa stuff la. There are probably alot more reasons but i can't put them into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there's something about Malaysia. Amidst all the haze (literally and metaphorically), Malaysia is quite an intriguing place. There are people who exist on both end of the morality spectrum (good and bad la). There is so much development and money cashing in and out everywhere that you can literally grab it from the sky. There are so many different cultures existent in KL alone. The police can solve fines on the spot yet we can get away with parking tickets from the municipal council. I can't say enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know is that Malaysia ain't such a bad place after all. Whether you think Malaysia's a nice place or not, you are always right.go figaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i stay in malaysia, i know i can attain some degree of wealth, probably be part of a new sport in m'sia, form a band, pick up CIMOM (wakakaka) chicks and get a degree and prolly masters from a rather prestigious uni. not bad for a malaysian huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-8992809773253629509?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/8992809773253629509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=8992809773253629509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8992809773253629509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/8992809773253629509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/03/7535-67-7532-67-x-2-791032-7-x3-7535-67.html' title='7.5.3.5-6.7.    7.5.3.2-6.7 X 2   7.9.10.3.2-7 X3  7.5.3.5-6.7  7.5.3.2-6.7 X 4  7.5.3.22222222-6.7'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-6973883569442508350</id><published>2007-02-28T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T03:43:33.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Approach Anxiety and just about everything uncomfortable to make your life more comfortable.</title><content type='html'>People in general are resistant to change. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Edwin, if i gave you 100 bucks a week for the rest of your life, would you stop KFC-ing? Andrew, if you could get 50 credit points by not doing any math for the rest of you uni years and well as long as you're a student, will you? MZ, if i bought you a VAIO laptop on the condition that you can't sing anymore, will you take it? Samueeeel, if i told you that you can have an evo provided you only drive 1 hour a week, would you take it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually screw whatever i said on top, the thing is we certainly are resistant to change. I now know the meaning of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you think you can or you can't, you are always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE AFTER LEAVING THIS POST IDLE FOR A FEW HOURS:&lt;br /&gt;FARK THE WHOLE THING LA. I HAVE FOUND, OR RATHER KNOW WHO I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;BIG TIME PLANNING!WOFABOKAKAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-6973883569442508350?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/6973883569442508350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=6973883569442508350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/6973883569442508350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/6973883569442508350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/02/approach-anxiety-and-just-about.html' title='Approach Anxiety and just about everything uncomfortable to make your life more comfortable.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-4702505860934996499</id><published>2007-02-27T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:02:17.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leng zai? Liang zai? Hao kan de nu/nan hai zi?</title><content type='html'>Today i heard people around complementing each other and okayy okayyyy me as well =.-" with words such as handsome, leng zai (or cai?), which got me thinking: what constitutes good looking-ness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick lookup at &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/11/08/AR2006110801477_pf.html"&gt;washingtonpost's&lt;/a&gt; has yielded..well at least has answered what constitutes "good looking-ness" from (suprise surprise Andrew!) a mathematical point of view which is substantially based on the Golden Mean or the 1.618 ratio &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;. Well basically, the more symmetrical you face is, the more good looking you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the post, we humans are well, made to be symmetrical. We have 2 hands, 2 legs, 2 ears, 2 eyes, 5 fingers on each hand, 2 nipp..you get the idea. And we are 'hard-wired' into liking things which are symmetrical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;, you wouldn't want a car with one side looking like a F430 and the other side looking like an enzo right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't ask me why but i happen to be in a near perpetual state of highness everyday. i think it's the milo.there's more sugar in malaysian milo than in australia =.-".wusabi edwin!1 liter of sugar a day keeps you going regular everyday wakakaka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-4702505860934996499?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/4702505860934996499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=4702505860934996499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4702505860934996499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/4702505860934996499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/02/leng-zai-liang-zai-how-kan-de-nunan-hai.html' title='Leng zai? Liang zai? Hao kan de nu/nan hai zi?'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-6429605236079454764</id><published>2007-02-26T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:18:10.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Networks and Pyramids</title><content type='html'>Aha due to sa-muel's insistence that i update, i will post something which irks him greatly.well not greatly, but enough to make him go knnccb about 10 times a day =) wafabo samuel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A network in a "people" context is basically a collection of individuals who share similiar interests or motives or anything that is/are common among this group of individuals.  This is exactly a really exact meaning but it should suffice la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens when you combine business and networks? An example would be the McDonald's franchise...ok well the KFC franchise would be a better example =p That's the food industry. Then there're companies like PriceWaterhouseCoopers, Ernst and Young and bla bla bla which are companies providing accounting related services and are also global companies, which means international branches which equals networks of smaller PWC companies. And then, there are also international companies (hence, globally networked) like Allianz (dealing with banking,asset management and also insurance), Citibank (need i say more?) and yada yada yada which primarily deal with long term money safekeeping or investment (couldn't rephrase it properly =.-). And then there are companies like Lampe Berger (wussup samuel lol), Amway, and Elken which retails lifestyle and heath products via networks of, not companies, but people. All these companies have one thing in common : Business expansion via networking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyramids.Heard of a pyramids before? Scheme or no scheme, it's practically existent in everything we are connected to. Family, studies, work and nearly everything that needs an organized format for it to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family: Generally at the top, the patriach and matriach of the family would be placed there, followed by their predecessors until grandfather/mother and your parents and aunts and uncles and then you and your cousins and then your kids and your newphews and niece and then your grandson and granddaughter..need i further elaborate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies: We, the students are at the bottom. The lecturers are on a level above us. Then the associate professors. Then the professors. Then the head of school. Then the dean. Then the chancellor. or isit chancellor then dean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work: kk this is easy. Top is CEO.Second from top are the presidents. Third from top are the vice-presidents. Fourth from top the managing directors. Fifth from top are the managers. Sixth (and usually the last) from top, the white collar workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to further reinforce the fact that any of the three are actually pyramids, let's take work. At the top there is normally ONE CEO, followed by A FEW presidents, followed by vice presidents, who outnumber the presidents, as a president usually has two VPs. then below EACH VP, there are A GROUP of managing directors, followed by A GROUP of manager for EACH managing director, followed by AN EVEN LARGER GROUP of white collar workers for EACH manager. To put words into pictures, just, well think of a pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard of get rich quick pyramid schemes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard of get-rich pyramids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, can you spot the difference, besides the words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakakakakaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-6429605236079454764?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/6429605236079454764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=6429605236079454764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/6429605236079454764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/6429605236079454764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/02/networks-and-pyramids.html' title='Networks and Pyramids'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-117203862941756291</id><published>2007-02-21T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:17:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wafabo.</title><content type='html'>Aha well it's been awhile!lol left my charger at edwin's so had to wait quite awhile to get it back..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5325/3504/1600/32316/DSC02254.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really much to say so..pictures! Okay well not alot &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt; but hey something's better than nothing XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5325/3504/320/949396/DSC02254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, my friend, is Andrew's work on MATLAB despite having a go at it for only a few days.I've used matlab for 3 months but i still don't get what he gets. =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5325/3504/1600/97926/DSC02351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5325/3504/320/154280/DSC02351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen a hot chick? I've seen one too many now @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5325/3504/1600/886895/DSC02343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5325/3504/320/569587/DSC02343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5325/3504/1600/228647/DSC02104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5325/3504/320/690466/DSC02104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good-slightly-more-than-friends. &gt;.&lt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5325/3504/1600/548880/DSC02261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5325/3504/320/532363/DSC02261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a brothel. *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-117203862941756291?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/117203862941756291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=117203862941756291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/117203862941756291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/117203862941756291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/02/wafabo.html' title='wafabo.'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-117090664823220796</id><published>2007-02-08T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T11:50:48.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~wasaaabi</title><content type='html'>it's 11.45 in the morning.i got lunch at 1pm with jason and his er supposedly very pretty girl-who-is-a-friend-but-has-a-boyfriend.kaneeebo the jahanam damn spoiler la.the summer holidays have been a spikeful of events, somedays fun,somedays boring but in the past few weeks, all fun and a little self-searching XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok i know i have to put up pictures.but i left my dell charger in australia so no charger = no battery charging = no power for laptop = no stuff to do on laptop = jahanam.wthwthwth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.saya fikir.i'm a somewhat different person.saya sudah berubah.waikiiiiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i like having kit-kat unless i'm sharing it with four other people"&lt;br /&gt;-some guy from comedy central&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-117090664823220796?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/117090664823220796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=117090664823220796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/117090664823220796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/117090664823220796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/02/wasaaabi.html' title='~~wasaaabi'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32121724.post-116973676304292194</id><published>2007-01-25T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:52:44.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasaabi</title><content type='html'>haro.yes i know i haven't updated for the past few weeks.but for good reason! as unbelievable as it sounds, there was internet the whole time edwin was here and it sorta got disconnected as soon as i arrived in melbbourne, apparently.marder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's great staying here. the lifestyle roxxors dot com.the food crazy-roxxors-dot-com.the girls..er well not so roxxors la.there are a few &lt;em&gt;ang mohs&lt;/em&gt; who look damn pretty and also alot of asians who look damn roxxorieesta.personally i would like to move here right away and stay here but then again i'm saying it for all the reasons save for studies. i just want to enjoy the roxxoring-whattafarka-unbeatable lifestyle here without studying. i guess living here and studying here is kinda like a juxtaposition. either way i'm moving to australia but the difference between living and studying here is like night and day, day and night, water and fire, moon and sun, midnight and afternoon, sunrise and sunset, boy and girl, screwdriver and screw, malaichan and belachan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, to basically put everything in words on what i've done here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i've practically exposed my nips to the whole world.thnx edwin.&lt;br /&gt;-learned some pretty good stuff about aussie people, men in particular and the lifestyle and workd.thnx edwin.again.&lt;br /&gt;-discovered the wonderful world of vodka and whisky.henceforth, no more beers.wooo&lt;br /&gt;-ate some really big and nice food here.heard of egg chiffon? anyone?&lt;br /&gt;-found out that the only thing that gets better with age is wine.kk inside joke la.&lt;br /&gt;-er learned and how to optimise the usage of the phrase: &lt;em&gt;you donno wan la &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-watched how my housemate was getting picked up by a guy from another floor.&lt;br /&gt;-watched how my housemate turned him down.&lt;br /&gt;-actually right..too much to say la bwahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk i realise that pictures are a better story teller..so tmrw's picture post la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW,get DAMIEN RICE!i fikir he is one of the pro-playa-tiada-tolok-bandingan artist when it comes to emotional songs which evoke emotional feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32121724-116973676304292194?l=tricksar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/feeds/116973676304292194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32121724&amp;postID=116973676304292194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/116973676304292194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32121724/posts/default/116973676304292194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricksar.blogspot.com/2007/01/wasaabi.html' title='wasaabi'/><author><name>Kendrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06086077699266960991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlP2eGgHSqU/SR1EvlHp9YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j73ooHo1ywg/S220/DSC00539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
