<?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-998988821926071247</id><updated>2011-11-28T11:46:33.752+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Down UnDUH!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-9055826096762717465</id><published>2009-09-12T23:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:58:54.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Stations</title><content type='html'>Sup guise? I've been away for quite awhile and I've found this really neat game on FB, as good as you can get with Flash anyways lol....follow this &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/battlestations/new.php?invite=Sylune"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt; and play  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-9055826096762717465?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/9055826096762717465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=9055826096762717465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/9055826096762717465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/9055826096762717465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/09/battle-stations.html' title='Battle Stations'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-3082176707430142130</id><published>2009-08-15T20:35:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:35:48.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotype much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Factors Of Asiansm..&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE INDONESIAN IF...&lt;br /&gt;1. You talk really fast, with rapid tongue movements&lt;br /&gt;2. You wear thongs or sandals everywhere, yes even in winter!&lt;br /&gt;3. Following above, always get bagged for wearing sandals&lt;br /&gt;4. Mee goreng is in the top 5 of ur fave foods&lt;br /&gt;5. You love taking photo studio pics&lt;br /&gt;6. You like traveling in big group of frens, and talkin VERY loudly irrespective of your surroundings&lt;br /&gt;7. Almost a weekly ritual to go to church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE JAPANESE IF...&lt;br /&gt;1. You're obsessed with you hair, your car, and your clothes&lt;br /&gt;2. You want to marry a Korean American or Chinese American woman (males); or you want to marry a white guy (females)&lt;br /&gt;3. You're afraid of black people&lt;br /&gt;4. You only drive Japanese cars&lt;br /&gt;5. You know you are superior to all other Asians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE KOREAN IF...&lt;br /&gt;1. You smoke and drink too much&lt;br /&gt;2. You wear pink Polo collar shirts, have loose beige pants, and have blonde highlights in your hair&lt;br /&gt;3. You know what a Dalki, Pucca or Mashimoro is?&lt;br /&gt;4. You're afraid of black people&lt;br /&gt;5. You drive a Hyundai even though you won't admit it6. You know you are superior to all other Asians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE CHINESE IF...&lt;br /&gt;1. You think you're the smartest people in the world&lt;br /&gt;2. You have a mobile with you at all times&lt;br /&gt;3. You know the abbreviation of a.b.c.&lt;br /&gt;4. Today's steamed rice is tomorrow's fried rice&lt;br /&gt;5. You're afraid of black people&lt;br /&gt;6. A bicycle was a good form of transport before&lt;br /&gt;7. You know you are superior to all other Asians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE VIETNAMESE IF...&lt;br /&gt;1. You MUST have fish sauce with every meal&lt;br /&gt;2. You eat at a restaurant that has "Pho?" on the signage&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys wear green microfibre pants with Nike sneakers, and girls wear their flared black pants over their high sole shoes&lt;br /&gt;4. You know the abbreviation of f.o.b.&lt;br /&gt;5. You have some relative who is Chinese&lt;br /&gt;6. Cabramatta makes you feel home sick&lt;br /&gt;7. You're afraid of black people&lt;br /&gt;8. You're fond of 2nd hand Japanese import cars&lt;br /&gt;9. You know you are superior to all other Asians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE PHILIPINO IF...&lt;br /&gt;1. You want to be a dancer, a singer, or an actor, even though you have a day job as a nurse, an engineer, or an accountant&lt;br /&gt;2. A member of your family back home is a politician or a movie star or knows one&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys with jeans and white sneakers anyone?&lt;br /&gt;4. You're always late for any engagement, and practice the art of Philo time?&lt;br /&gt;5. You're not afraid of black people; in fact, you wish you were black&lt;br /&gt;6. You love your Toyota's and Honda's&lt;br /&gt;7. You don't care if you are superior to all other Asians or not, because being Philipino is just cool in itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE THAI IF...&lt;br /&gt;1. People want to pay you for SEX&lt;br /&gt;2. No matter what you eat, it's not greasy or spicy enough&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mum seems to workout at the local gym&lt;br /&gt;4. Without glasses your eyes would be the size of ants&lt;br /&gt;5. You're not afraid of black people, because in some cases you're just as dark as they are&lt;br /&gt;6. Any car dump to the **** house is good?&lt;br /&gt;7. You know in your heart that you will never be superior to all other Asians, but you've learned to live with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE MALAYSIAN IF...&lt;br /&gt;1. You believe everything the Government tells you&lt;br /&gt;2. But are willing to change your mind if someone slips you $50&lt;br /&gt;3. The whole world (and Soros) is out to suppress you and your country&lt;br /&gt;4. You think that Mahathir will be around in 2020&lt;br /&gt;5. You welcome all people (be they black or otherwise) who invest in the MSC6. You think you are superior to most other Asians, but $50 can change that too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE SINGAPOREAN IF...&lt;br /&gt;1. You eat, sleep, have sex and smile according to the policies stipulated by the Government in the Red Book they gave you when you were born&lt;br /&gt;2. The Red Book does not state that you have to be afraid of black people so you aren't&lt;br /&gt;3. You know you are superior to all other Asians, because it says so in the Red Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE ASIAN AUSTRALIAN IF...&lt;br /&gt;1. You regret the fact that you did not learn Mandarin or other Asian language properly in Saturday language school&lt;br /&gt;2. You say you're Australian, totally forgetting your roots&lt;br /&gt;3. During childhood you didn't have much asian friends, played bullrush or handball and ate sunny boys' for lunch&lt;br /&gt;4. A form of choosing was done by 'dip.dip dog ****?!'&lt;br /&gt;5. You know you have to shop at an Asian grocery store but you have no idea what you are buying nor can you read any of the food labels&lt;br /&gt;6. You cheer for Australia during the Olympics, know local Australian bands, and know what a VB is&lt;br /&gt;7. You can speak fluent English without an accent&lt;br /&gt;8. Know what a Commodore and Falcon are. Yes..... they are cars!&lt;br /&gt;9. You know you are superior to all other Asians, despite the fact that they beat you in Maths in the VCE, can speak an Asian language fluently and know what they are buying in Asian grocery stores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP TEN REASONS WHY THERE WON'T BE AN ASIAN PRESIDENT ANYTIME SOON&lt;br /&gt;1. White House is not big enough for in-laws&lt;br /&gt;2. Engineering, medicine, and law always preferred over politics&lt;br /&gt;3. Oval Office has bad feng shui&lt;br /&gt;4. Can't find decent roast duck inside the beltway&lt;br /&gt;5. Secret service can't handle nagging from mother&lt;br /&gt;6. Dignitaries are generally intimidated by chopsticks at state dinners&lt;br /&gt;7. No chance for promotion&lt;br /&gt;8. Lactose intolerance not considered politically correct&lt;br /&gt;9. Senior aides won't take off shoes before coming in10. Air Force One: No frequent flyer miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO BE THE PERFECT ASIAN AUSTRALIAN PARENT (From the second generation perspective)&lt;br /&gt;1. Be a little more lenient on the 7:00 p.m. curfew&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't ask where the other point went when your child comes home with grade on his/her report card&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't "ai-yah" loudly at your kid's dress habits&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't blatantly hint about the merits of Habad (Harvard), Yeil(Yale), Purinsiton (Princeton) or Stamfud (Stanford)&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't reveal all the intimate details of your kid's life to the entire Asian community&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't ask your child, "What are you going to do with your life?" if he/she majors in a non-science field&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't give your son a bowl haircut or your daughter two acres of bangs&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't try to set your kid up on a date in anticipation of their poor taste or inept social skills&lt;br /&gt;9. Incorporate other phrases besides, "Did you study yet?" or "When are you getting married?" into your daily conversations with your children&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't ask all your kid's friends over the age of 21 if they have a boy/girl friend yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU'RE AN "ASIAN"(*The NEW List from the 1st to 1.5 Generation Perspective*)&lt;br /&gt;1. You were/are a good student with very high GPAs&lt;br /&gt;2. You majored in something practical like engineering, medicine or finance&lt;br /&gt;3. You have more than one-college degree, especially more than one Master's&lt;br /&gt;4. If you play a musical instrument, it must be piano&lt;br /&gt;5. You have a vinyl table cloth on your kitchen table&lt;br /&gt;6. Your stove is covered with aluminum foil&lt;br /&gt;7. Your kitchen has a sticky film of grease over it&lt;br /&gt;8. You beat eggs with chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;9. You always leave outdoor shoes at the door&lt;br /&gt;10. You use the dishwasher as a dish rac&lt;br /&gt;11. You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times&lt;br /&gt;12. You boil water before drinking&lt;br /&gt;13. You eat all meals in the kitchen to keep your dining room clean&lt;br /&gt;14. You don't use measuring cups when preparing foods&lt;br /&gt;15. You save grocery bags and use them to hold garbage&lt;br /&gt;16. You have a rice cooker&lt;br /&gt;17. You're a wok user&lt;br /&gt;18. You fight over who pays the dinner bill&lt;br /&gt;19. You wash rice 2-3 times before cooking it&lt;br /&gt;20. You make sounds when you have a bowl of soup&lt;br /&gt;21. You don't dry-clean clothes, even if they need to be dry-cleaned&lt;br /&gt;22. You iron your own shirts&lt;br /&gt;23. You like congee with thousand year old eggs&lt;br /&gt;24. You always cook yourself, even if you hate it&lt;br /&gt;25. You use credit cards, and pay monthly bills in full&lt;br /&gt;26. You do either soccer, swimming, badminton, volleyball, basketball, or ping pong, and have an obsession with making the Beijing Olympics&lt;br /&gt;27. You buy Christmas cards after Christmas, when they are 50% off&lt;br /&gt;28. When you hand wash dishes, you only use cold water&lt;br /&gt;29. You hate to waste food:- even if you're totally full, if someone says they're going to throw away the leftovers on the table, you'll finish them- u have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing&lt;br /&gt;30. You don't own any real Tupperware-only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, takeout containers, and jam jars&lt;br /&gt;32. When toilet paper is on sale, you buy 100 rolls and store them&lt;br /&gt;33. You have a collection of miniature shampoo/conditioner bottles and little soap bars that you take every time you stay in a hotel&lt;br /&gt;34. The condiments in your fridge are either Price Club sized or come in plastic packets, which you save every time you get take out or go to McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;35. You carry a stash of your own food whenever you travel (and travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;36. You spit bones and other food scraps on the table&lt;br /&gt;37. Your dad thinks he can fix everything himself&lt;br /&gt;38. When you go to a dance party, there is always a group of guys surrounding the dance floor trying to look cool&lt;br /&gt;39. Your house/apartment is always cold in winter, and hot in summer&lt;br /&gt;40. Your Mom drives her Mercedes to Foodtown, or Shoppers Food Warehouse regardless how far it is, even if the dairy is next door&lt;br /&gt;41. You always look phone numbers up in the phone book, since calling Directory Assistance costs 50 cents&lt;br /&gt;42. You only make long distance calls after 11pm or during weekends&lt;br /&gt;43. You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attached&lt;br /&gt;44.You never call your parents just to say hi&lt;br /&gt;45.You think ONLY Japanese can make good CARS!&lt;br /&gt;46.You use a colored face cloth every morning&lt;br /&gt;47.You starve yourself before going to all-you-can-eat places&lt;br /&gt;48. Almost all your money is in a savings account&lt;br /&gt;49. You never discuss your love life with your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;50. You're reading this =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-3082176707430142130?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/3082176707430142130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=3082176707430142130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/3082176707430142130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/3082176707430142130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/08/stereotype-much.html' title='Stereotype much?'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-8887926299893733079</id><published>2009-06-14T22:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:18:57.108+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Got this off College Humor...=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SjTqmMx7lWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TURbjy-FERE/s1600-h/collegehumor.16c0fb9b95d4ebb87eca3e87b0f17a46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SjTqmMx7lWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TURbjy-FERE/s400/collegehumor.16c0fb9b95d4ebb87eca3e87b0f17a46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347156599582201186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parties that you swear you're only going to stop by for a little bit because you really need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;How much you complain about studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How much you actually study&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nightly drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How easily you're distracted from work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amount of Red Bull you can stomach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-8887926299893733079?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/8887926299893733079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=8887926299893733079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/8887926299893733079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/8887926299893733079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-this-off-college-humor.html' title='Got this off College Humor...=)'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SjTqmMx7lWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TURbjy-FERE/s72-c/collegehumor.16c0fb9b95d4ebb87eca3e87b0f17a46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-5151263584536542772</id><published>2009-06-10T02:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:53:04.349+10:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more days to exams...</title><content type='html'>Can't believe there's only 5 more days before my first paper &gt;.&lt;, gotta stop watching K-On and study now. =) For the first time in my life, I actually experience ice falling during the rain, also known as a hail storm(?), reminds me of the time when my parents reminiscent about their childhood with all the ice falling on the atap roof and what not lulz. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yours truly has found an interesting article on the net which I'm sure some of us can relate to. :p Although slowpoke is slow, but it's better late than never, right? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;We are the Facebook generation.  With this glorious title comes many responsibilities (well, sort of): we must immediately inform our friends of any and all actions we take and decisions we make during our day.  This includes what TV show we’re watching, what we are eating, the status of our relationships and, subsequently, our break-ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.15em; "&gt;Now that Facebook is in the picture, there is a whole new slew of issues we must face when dealing with a heartbreaking, make-you-wanna-sit-in-your-room-alone-crying-to-sappy-music breakups.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.15em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Before Facebook (BF): &lt;/strong&gt;You break it off with your lover and tell everyone that you ended it, so you need your besties and Ben &amp;amp; Jerry’s, like, stat.&lt;strong style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Facebook (AF):&lt;/strong&gt; You break it off with your lover and they change their relationship status first, making it look like it was their decision.  Which it was not. Ok, maybe it was, but did they have to change that so quickly? Now you’re getting 45 FB messages and wall posts asking if you are OK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.15em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;BF: &lt;/strong&gt;You rip up all your pictures, cutting out your ex’s face and even burning the particularly painful ones.  Ah, satisfaction.&lt;strong style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AF:&lt;/strong&gt; You untag the 1,938 pictures of you guys as a couple.  It takes four hours and is in no way satisfying because there is a sad lack of sharp objects and fire. And the pictures are still fully intact.&lt;strong style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.15em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;BF: &lt;/strong&gt;You carefully orchestrate a plan to “accidentally” be at the same social function as your ex, looking fabulous and with what looks like the next Calvin Klein underwear model.&lt;strong style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AF:&lt;/strong&gt; You post pictures from a bender with your besties, carefully editing out the embarrassing bits (oh, thousands) and making sure to post an appropriate, make-him-jealous Facebook status (”Sooo tired but had the best time EVER last night!! &lt;3 id="more-30153" style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.15em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;BF:&lt;/strong&gt; You still have his daily schedule memorized, so you “check up” on him every now and then.  (Wait, why is he lingering in Starbucks so long?  When did Starbucks start hiring models as baristas??)&lt;strong style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AF:&lt;/strong&gt; You and your Blackberry settle down for a productive day of Facebook stalking.  Looks like your ex hasn’t posted any photos since your break-up.  Is that because he hasn’t done anything worthy of photos, or is that because he’s been too busy with someone else to get any photos taken??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.15em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt;: You avoid any sort of knowledge that he has moved on before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;AF&lt;/strong&gt;: Your Newsfeed tells you that some new chick has posted pictures of him. You spend the next 3 hours checking this girl out, seeing who she knows, Googling her, and trying to figure out if they are just friends or if it’s something more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.15em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;BF: &lt;/strong&gt;You totally cut your ex out of your life: ignoring his phone calls, staying away from his favorite places, etc.  Cold turkey on the communication.&lt;strong style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AF:&lt;/strong&gt; You un-friend your ex on Facebook so he can’t see your frequent status updates that include comments on your daily testing of waterproof mascara and the merits of  the different flavors of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry’s (seriously, they are the bearers of peace and serenity). And then you regret un-friending him because you can no longer see what he’s doing. But you can’t re-friend him; that would just be pathetic. What should you do? Oh why did you act so abruptly? Now you are going to have to stalk your friends who are still friends with him so you can use their FB to look at him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.15em; "&gt;Ugh. As if breaking up weren’t hard enough already…"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.15em; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://collegecandy.com/2009/05/20/facebook-makes-breakups-even-uglier/"&gt;Sauce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1.15em; "&gt;Peace out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-5151263584536542772?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/5151263584536542772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=5151263584536542772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/5151263584536542772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/5151263584536542772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-more-days-to-exams.html' title='5 more days to exams...'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-2957247661971685748</id><published>2009-06-01T22:39:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:01:15.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams! and some soldering</title><content type='html'>So yea, it's week 13 now, which means most classes have been canceled and it'll be study break next week. Can't believe it already has been 1 semester. My exams start on 15th and end on the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last week in the last electrical lab for the semester, we did some soldering work. As some of you might know, my soldering skills aren't exactly the best and I had to pay an electrician 8 bucks to solder my circuit board for me when I was in Year 8. However, this time it came out rather satisfactorily, thanks to some neat soldering skills by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this neat little gadget that can tell the surrounding temperature with the push of a button. The temperatures come in step sizes of 4C so it isn't too useful to tell the real temperature.&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/_DOCw3HpBz74/SiPeXyEiAKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Fo4_UYjIEsU/s1600-h/DSCN0112.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/_DOCw3HpBz74/SiPeXyEiAKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Fo4_UYjIEsU/s400/DSCN0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342358083150676130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rather nifty eh? With all the pretty lights, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SiPeYV7Nm4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/NOm0-BOABsU/s1600-h/DSCN0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SiPeYV7Nm4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/NOm0-BOABsU/s400/DSCN0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342358092775267202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, perhaps my soldering wasn't THAT good, but at least I've improved. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cheers, and me luck in my exams. :D&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/998988821926071247-2957247661971685748?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/2957247661971685748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=2957247661971685748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2957247661971685748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2957247661971685748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/06/exams-and-some-soldering.html' title='Exams! and some soldering'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SiPeXyEiAKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Fo4_UYjIEsU/s72-c/DSCN0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-1976242409437688338</id><published>2009-05-22T15:40:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:40:48.704+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What a girl wants?!?</title><content type='html'>A girl wants a man. A wealthy man, a successful men, a famous man, an interesting man, a macho, a talented man, a loving man, a man she loves, a father for her children, a friend, a sex-machine - details may differ, but the main point stays the same. She wants a man. Some females want just money or a career, but if she denies her willingness to meet a real man - she lies. Moreover, girl’s demands to what she calls a good man vary as she gets older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl of 22 wants a prince on a white horse. A girl may claim she’s realistic and doesn’t look on the world through the pink glasses, but she’ll never confess dreaming of an ideal man. He’s got to be handsome, charming, popular. He’s got to be rich - probably not so rich, but always in funds. Of course, he’s got to be generous to spend money on her. He’s got to be smart, brilliantly smart- to some girls it’s even more important than being very handsome, but of course his mind is never more important than his purse. He’s got to have a great sense of humor, to be athletic, stylish, romantic and a good listener, tender lover and… well, the list of his qualities can be prolonged on and on. A girl wants a man to adore her and to make her the goddess with flowers, gifts and promises of eternal love laid at her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl of 32 wants just a good man. She has finally taken off those pink glasses and got rid of romantic fantasies. So her good man mustn’t be a hero - he is good-looking, has good manners, a well-paid job, a good car, a good house, and a good sum of money on a credit card. Also he carries bags from supermarket, likes her home-cooked dinners, laughs at her jokes, remembers the most important dates - like her mom’s birthday, and able to express tenderness not less than one time per week. Such a nice domestic kind of a good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl of 42 wants just a man. That ordinary kind of man is not a movie star, he even has a belly instead of muscles- good if the shirt covers it all; sometimes a head lacking hair, but still isn’t too disgusting. He shaves by the weekends, is still “athletic” enough to do some housework, remembers where to laugh in the jokes, nods to show he’s listening, takes her out once a month, drives her to the supermarket and back, doesn’t set the car in motion until all women’s parts of body are in, and puts the water-closet pan’s seat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl of 52 wants… well she just lives with that man. It’s really nice if he remembers her name, shaves during weekends, sometimes gets a haircut, changes underwear and socks regularly, borrows money not too often, tries to behave himself in public. It’s great if he also finds the strength to leave the coach for some weekends, notices delicious dinner while watching TV, doesn’t always fall asleep while listening to a person. By this age a woman doesn’t expect much, in fact she asks for the very minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl of 62 wants a man who won’t disturb her too often. She’s a lucky one, if he’s not too scary to make his own grandchildren cry, if he still remembers where the bathroom is, where his teeth are, what month it is, who this woman is, what he is laughing at, and etc. A woman will appreciate his ability to get up, dress properly without much help from her side. The top of all dreams is if it doesn’t cost a lot to keep that man, and if there are some places in the house, where his snore doesn’t reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl of 72… well, some “girls” do live that long, but what about men? Are you sure he’s still breathing? And he doesn’t leave puddles in the water-closet? Oh, that’s a real treasure for a tired girl of 72.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-1976242409437688338?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/1976242409437688338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=1976242409437688338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/1976242409437688338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/1976242409437688338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-girl-wants.html' title='What a girl wants?!?'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-8275165171805495414</id><published>2009-05-16T13:05:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:19:16.620+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhat long post, by my standards at least :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1 : Disted SAM Gathering - Saturday, 9th of May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This outing had been in planning for weeks before Li Wen finally finalised it a week before the actual date. On the day itself, I got up early and met up with Boon Kent for breakfast at McD. McD here is sorta interesting as there were eggs and bacon in the burgers, something we don't get back home. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After breakfast, we took the 900 to Hunting Dale and then the train to the City. On the way, we passed by the Caulfield Monash campus which reminded me of the four papers that I have there. This makes one wonder why the exams have to be at a different venue from the place one is currently studying at. &lt;.&lt; style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg4_mu_kxQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/opndt-5kk0Q/s1600-h/n647387838_1747687_1639650.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/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg4_mu_kxQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/opndt-5kk0Q/s400/n647387838_1747687_1639650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336272543162877186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marian's cake!&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/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg4_m61ykWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zniHn3ruNrM/s1600-h/n647387838_1747719_7885335.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/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg4_m61ykWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zniHn3ruNrM/s400/n647387838_1747719_7885335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336272546343063906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch at some Italian restaurant, I've forgotten the name &lt;.&lt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg4_m83qESI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MNGW_ojZjGg/s1600-h/n647387838_1747725_6526746.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/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg4_m83qESI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MNGW_ojZjGg/s400/n647387838_1747725_6526746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336272546887766306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking pics at Lygon Street =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg4_nNnlPUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ISZHY_W_H1U/s1600-h/n647387838_1747721_1586109.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/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg4_nNnlPUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ISZHY_W_H1U/s400/n647387838_1747721_1586109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336272551383743810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group picture!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more pics, but it really is a pain to upload them here, shitty Blogger ftw! After lunch, we just walked around the City looking at various stuff. Marian and Li Wen left at 5 and us guys went to watch X-Men Origins : Wolverine which was pretty good. I slept pretty early that night, it was a long day afterall. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2 : Lisa's Farewell - Friday, 15th of May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa had just left for the States early this morning, it felt like only yesterday that I met both Lisa and Bryan at a Dynamics lecture which I was crashing. Lisa's announcement of her departure was so abrupt it actually took us awhile to comprehand it. Apparently it was some family problems which triggered her hasty departure, Bryan, in particular has been pretty moody these few days. To cut a long story short, here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg5K_8zQtSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FLsl1mjvamg/s1600-h/DSCN0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg5K_8zQtSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FLsl1mjvamg/s400/DSCN0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336285070993962274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The frame with everyone's signatures on it, Bryan being the perfectionist that he is, rewrote the date a few times. &lt;.&lt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg5LASkyhLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lfuooCzHJMc/s1600-h/DSCN0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg5LASkyhLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lfuooCzHJMc/s400/DSCN0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336285076838843570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg5LAE1mNGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RqkXbZaZ0Bw/s1600-h/DSCN0098.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/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg5LAE1mNGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RqkXbZaZ0Bw/s400/DSCN0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336285073151243362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group pic outside Campus Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg5LAIYPleI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5C4a58ivq_A/s1600-h/DSCN0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg5LAIYPleI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5C4a58ivq_A/s400/DSCN0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336285074101868002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pic outside Engineering Faculty Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are plenty more pictures in FB, please go there to view em all. It actually took me almost 1 hour to upload all of them to FB, bloody 4mb pics and Veny was still rushing me. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Liew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-8275165171805495414?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/8275165171805495414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=8275165171805495414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/8275165171805495414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/8275165171805495414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/05/somewhat-long-post-by-my-standards-at.html' title='Somewhat long post, by my standards at least :P'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sg4_mu_kxQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/opndt-5kk0Q/s72-c/n647387838_1747687_1639650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-7859694857283724752</id><published>2009-05-13T21:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:39:04.578+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why you shouldn't drag males on shopping sprees...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SgqxQ4EWqBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JPOlEK752Vg/s1600-h/shareh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SgqxQ4EWqBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JPOlEK752Vg/s400/shareh.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335271612060444690" 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/998988821926071247-7859694857283724752?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/7859694857283724752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=7859694857283724752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/7859694857283724752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/7859694857283724752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-why-you-shouldnt-drag-males-on.html' title='This is why you shouldn&apos;t drag males on shopping sprees...'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SgqxQ4EWqBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JPOlEK752Vg/s72-c/shareh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-8600458961858744165</id><published>2009-05-03T00:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:49:43.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how insignificant you are in this world...</title><content type='html'>Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=IN&amp;amp;hl=en-GB&amp;amp;v=I34FNr_peUk"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for a relevant video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to thank me for your daily dose of insignificance. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-8600458961858744165?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/8600458961858744165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=8600458961858744165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/8600458961858744165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/8600458961858744165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-how-insignificant-you-are-in.html' title='This is how insignificant you are in this world...'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-3588943913651549020</id><published>2009-04-18T23:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:11:14.781+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are almost over. :(</title><content type='html'>Time seems to fly by quicker when you're enjoying it. :( At last the holidays are almost over and it's time to return to the hectic uni life. Gah! Assignments and tests await me in the new semester. And to think I planned to use the holidays to catchup on my studies. It wasn't too fail a catchup I guess, at least I&lt;br /&gt;managed to study Maths, the subject which I didn't even touch since I got here. It's a follow up from last years SP Maths so it's kinda hard, but in the end it seems rather easy after I studied it which makes me regret not studying last year and getting a better score. Oh well, no use crying over spilled milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 days ago on Friday, I met up with Kevin and we took a bus to Box Hill. He was supposed to book 2 badminton courts for Saturday where he would be playing with his colleagues after work. Too bad that when we got to the courts, they told him that it was fully booked. The poor guy was flabbergasted and went to his shop to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we made our way to CZ Internet for a few rounds of DotA, for once there was a full turnout and we were able to enjoy some 5v5 games. The thing about 5 players on the opposing team is that there are so much more heroes to kill. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, Kevin, Wayne, Ming Bo, Vicki and me made our way to a restaurant in Box Hill called Si Chuan Restaurant a nice Chinese-styled steamboat. We meal was quite nice and as Kevin and I didn't eat lunch, we could order much more for the same price as they do it buffet style. :P The only thing that we were not happy about was the fact that it took almost an hour for dessert to be served. = ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sen60XFEmcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JTc7FTXoYl0/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sen60XFEmcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JTc7FTXoYl0/s320/DSC00458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326063811797752258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si Chuan Restaurant!!!&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/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sen6z1scgzI/AAAAAAAAADo/YRiXS_As708/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sen6z1scgzI/AAAAAAAAADo/YRiXS_As708/s320/DSC00453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326063802836091698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ming Bo, Vicki, Kevin and Chong Chong. (They weren't very cooperative though.:/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sen60GzZcvI/AAAAAAAAADw/mNAMXbErkIQ/s1600-h/DSC00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sen60GzZcvI/AAAAAAAAADw/mNAMXbErkIQ/s320/DSC00457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326063807428653810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing left!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-3588943913651549020?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/3588943913651549020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=3588943913651549020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/3588943913651549020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/3588943913651549020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/04/holidays-are-almost-over.html' title='Holidays are almost over. :('/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sen60XFEmcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JTc7FTXoYl0/s72-c/DSC00458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-5209374718815399712</id><published>2009-04-13T21:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:20:48.392+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Monday!!</title><content type='html'>So the plan today was to play badminton at 1pm-3pm with some friends at Box Hill yet I managed to get up late. Initially, I was supposed to take the 12.10pm bus but I woke up at 11.40am. This wasn't a really big hurdle as with all the strength I could muster, I made to to the bus stop with 5  minutes to spare. Sadly the bus still hadn't reach even after another 10 minutes. I came to the conclusion that the bus was early. :( No matter thought, the next bus was at 12.40pm and I would still definitely make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy stuck yet again when I found out my wallet was empty when I took it out to pay for the bus fare. =) Had to call my friends and said I couldn't make it. After the long walk back to my residence, they called and said badminton time has been changed to 3pm-5pm -.-. At least this time I made it on time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only started at 4pm though because Uma-san with his failed eyesight didn't spot me eventhough he walked pass the place 3 or 4 times. xD After that was another 10 min walk to the badminton courts. Mind you, this is only the second time I played badminton in the last 6 years :D, it was a really good workout. Reached home at about 9pm after dinner at Box Hill. It's time to crash, I'm bloody tired and can't even think straight lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyasumi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-5209374718815399712?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/5209374718815399712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=5209374718815399712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/5209374718815399712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/5209374718815399712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-monday.html' title='Easter Monday!!'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-2524674899683427328</id><published>2009-04-12T00:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:30:40.150+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, this might be a little bit late but better late than never right? :P Happy Easter!!! Basically, Easter is one of the holiest day, if not the holiest to Christians. Easter was the Sunday which Jesus was resurrected from the dead after being crucified on Good Friday. Easter hols here start on a Friday to commemorate this I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Easter is not all fun and games. :( On the night before Good Friday, Eric emailed us about assignment 2 and the coming test in week 8. Gah, why did he have to spoil my long awaited holiday? And to top that all up, Angela had to send an email regarding assignment 2 for Java. Bye bye Easter. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SeDTigTrjJI/AAAAAAAAADg/j970VMMx1nE/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SeDTigTrjJI/AAAAAAAAADg/j970VMMx1nE/s320/DSC00452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323487349293419666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fieve Ferrero Rochers and an Easter Bunny :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gonna sleep now, cheers.&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/998988821926071247-2524674899683427328?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/2524674899683427328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=2524674899683427328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2524674899683427328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2524674899683427328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-holidays.html' title='Easter Holidays!!!'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SeDTigTrjJI/AAAAAAAAADg/j970VMMx1nE/s72-c/DSC00452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-2166062734238510100</id><published>2009-04-04T19:45:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:56:30.004+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short</title><content type='html'>Hi, just wanted to share something i got today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Beautiful Lesson !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gambarjamban.co.cc/images/pi8g36cgli1t3xz27bz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 337px;" src="http://www.gambarjamban.co.cc/images/pi8g36cgli1t3xz27bz5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The girl in the picture is  Katie Kirkpatrick,  she is  21 .  Next to her, her fiancé, Nick, 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The picture was taken shortly before their wedding ceremony, held on January 11, 2005 in the US .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Katie has terminal cancer and spend hours a day receiving medication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;In the picture, Nick is waiting for her on one of the many sessions of chemo to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gambarjamban.co.cc/images/0db25retw1syt3rs5xto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.gambarjamban.co.cc/images/0db25retw1syt3rs5xto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In spite of all the pain, organ failures, and morphine shots, Katie is going along with her wedding  and took care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;of every detail. The dress had to be adjusted a few times due to her constant weight loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gambarjamban.co.cc/images/dxr57oifcbza6m50rt08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.gambarjamban.co.cc/images/dxr57oifcbza6m50rt08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;An unusual accessory at the party was the oxygen tube that Katie used throughout the ceremony and reception as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The other couple in the picture are Nick's parents. Excited to see  their son marrying his high school sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gambarjamban.co.cc/images/ee9jeui41z3ky7lj5f0i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.gambarjamban.co.cc/images/ee9jeui41z3ky7lj5f0i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie, in her wheelchair with the oxygen tube ,  listening  to a song from her husband and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gambarjamban.co.cc/images/ogq6almb1elrrp2dytzm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.gambarjamban.co.cc/images/ogq6almb1elrrp2dytzm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;At the reception, Katie had to take a few rests.   The pain did not allow her to stand for long periods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gambarjamban.co.cc/images/q389ywxd4k8xdq2odi4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.gambarjamban.co.cc/images/q389ywxd4k8xdq2odi4a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Katie died five days after her wedding day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching a woman so ill and weak getting married and with a smile on her face makes us think....&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is reachable, no matter how long it lasts .&lt;br /&gt;We should stop making our lives complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Life is short&lt;br /&gt;Break the rules&lt;br /&gt;forgive quickly&lt;br /&gt;love truly&lt;br /&gt;laugh constantly&lt;br /&gt;And never stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;no matter how strange life is&lt;br /&gt;Life is not always the party we expected to be&lt;br /&gt;but as long as we are here, we should smile and be grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits : corallinkz @ CC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-2166062734238510100?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/2166062734238510100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=2166062734238510100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2166062734238510100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2166062734238510100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-short.html' title='Life is short'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-2979070964963600641</id><published>2009-03-31T22:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:20:33.227+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Women as explained by Engineers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SdH8MDkV9_I/AAAAAAAAADU/LcoEFQmGQy4/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SdH8MDkV9_I/AAAAAAAAADU/LcoEFQmGQy4/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319309918947637234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SdH8MG6a3LI/AAAAAAAAADM/vTiRwxXvnwM/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SdH8MG6a3LI/AAAAAAAAADM/vTiRwxXvnwM/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319309919845538994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SdH8L9v5KEI/AAAAAAAAADE/uxEPqIInlnI/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SdH8L9v5KEI/AAAAAAAAADE/uxEPqIInlnI/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319309917385467970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SdH8LysRpgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VT9KBomestg/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SdH8LysRpgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VT9KBomestg/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319309914417505794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SdH8Lk9Hw9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/PD2OHwlUNLA/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SdH8Lk9Hw9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/PD2OHwlUNLA/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319309910730064850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my MATLAB and opened my browser and did some surfing. Lo and behold, I found the this joke. :P Little sexist though, sorry bout that female readers. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-2979070964963600641?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/2979070964963600641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=2979070964963600641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2979070964963600641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2979070964963600641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/03/women-as-explained-by-engineers.html' title='Women as explained by Engineers.'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SdH8MDkV9_I/AAAAAAAAADU/LcoEFQmGQy4/s72-c/5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-4787972733223482054</id><published>2009-03-28T23:54:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:28:10.979+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the fifth week!</title><content type='html'>Time really does fly, it has already been more than one month since I've been here and the fifth week of classes are starting soon. In two more weeks, we'll start having our exams. :( In short, these few weeks have been pretty hectic, there are like 20 hours of classes per week and on top of that we have to pretty for our tutorials and labs in advance or we won't learn much =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago, on the 9th of March, iirc, the MCAC (Monash Clayton Anime Club) organized a welcome bbq for all of us. Needless to say, I couldn't miss out the chance at more free lamb sausages so I attended said bbq. Now one thing about all the bbqs I attended so far in Australia is that they only serve lamb sausages, veggie patties and bread = =".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a couple of new friends there, got a member card and I found out we're able to borrow 2&lt;br /&gt;DVDs per week, sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sc4uUiQpZyI/AAAAAAAAACk/jN3NtACl3Gg/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sc4uUiQpZyI/AAAAAAAAACk/jN3NtACl3Gg/s320/DSC00451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318239140300023586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazri as Kenpachi, too bad he left for Malaysia one week after the bbq. :(&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sc4xHRm2NpI/AAAAAAAAACs/IEWCe3-1PXs/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sc4xHRm2NpI/AAAAAAAAACs/IEWCe3-1PXs/s320/DSC00448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318242211026318994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me taking a pic with Kenpachi, first time posting my own pic here too. :P&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sc4uUrWftQI/AAAAAAAAACc/Uak9WIhp2ZI/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sc4uUrWftQI/AAAAAAAAACc/Uak9WIhp2ZI/s320/DSC00449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318239142740473090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, Jonathan and Phe doing the Haruhi dance. o_0&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sc4uUEKvMYI/AAAAAAAAACM/LDt2sS8I_EU/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sc4uUEKvMYI/AAAAAAAAACM/LDt2sS8I_EU/s320/DSC00446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318239132222173570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left. Lisa, Wei Kit, Sarah and Huai Ying. Tee Yen's the one at the back.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sc4uT6Zqs6I/AAAAAAAAACE/9UGdO0a0ew4/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sc4uT6Zqs6I/AAAAAAAAACE/9UGdO0a0ew4/s320/DSC00445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318239129600439202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left, Wei Kit, Phillip, Qi, Kylin and Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are more photos from the bbq but transferring them into my laptop is kind of a hassle. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the only club that I've been somewhat active with, attending the weekly screenings and all. No time for other club activities. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to start studying more if I wanna pass the first semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;br /&gt;Gin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-4787972733223482054?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/4787972733223482054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=4787972733223482054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/4787972733223482054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/4787972733223482054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-fifth-week.html' title='It&apos;s the fifth week!'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/Sc4uUiQpZyI/AAAAAAAAACk/jN3NtACl3Gg/s72-c/DSC00451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-7370396294948938881</id><published>2009-03-09T20:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:01:58.791+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Down UnDUH!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been two weeks since yours truly left Malaysia for the big island down south west known as Australia. Arrived on the 21st of February in the morning and my aunt and uncle took me and my dad to their home. There's actually an eye of Melbourne here too, I'll take a picture the next time. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to note is Australian homes are mostly one-storey high. Did my late registration on the 23rd of February(Thanks JMECC for the big screwup, if it wasn't for a certain cakeman, I wouldn't even be able to commence my studies). Pretty much just went for orientation and to the city in the first week here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just cut the crap now because you guys will probably be tl;dr and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k315/Dogta/DSC00440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k315/Dogta/DSC00440.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k315/Dogta/DSC00441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k315/Dogta/DSC00441.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is basically my room, might be getting quarters in a few weeks though. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I LOL at those people who are still on Screamyx, the DL/UL here is like 20/2 and it's in Megabits/sec. :p As it's autumn now, the weather is getting colder and colder by the day, I hope I'll be able to tahan when it's winter time. o_O People here tell me that Melbourne is a city of four seasons, it can be cold in the morning, hot in the afternoon and rain in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k315/Dogta/DSC00442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k315/Dogta/DSC00442.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought this book today for $110.65, yes, that's in A dollars. "Modern Engineering Mathematics", it sounds pretty scary. I saw the "Advanced" version on the book shelf too, guess that's for next semester. Gotta thank a certain Disney character for this book, if he did his job last year, all I'll need for this year will be a couple pages of notes. :/ Oh and the answer to your question is :" wakarimasen LOL". :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SH/Kyon/Ichi/wateva u wanna call me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-7370396294948938881?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/7370396294948938881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=7370396294948938881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/7370396294948938881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/7370396294948938881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/03/down-unduh.html' title='Down UnDUH!'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-4291328975937091081</id><published>2009-03-08T23:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:37:56.819+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean's Whereabouts!</title><content type='html'>This just in from my friend who is going to Volgograd, the whereabouts of our resident joker, Sean Seow! Now I'm sure all of you must be wondering, did Sean pass his SAM? He certainly wasn't in the list of top students so we can cross out the likehood of him passing with flying colours. Now if he didn't do well, which is the only other possible answer, where could he be? Did he retake SAM? Is he doing A-levels now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I have to give credit to Mr Chin Tsung Litt, this noble gentleman sacrificed 15 MINUTES of his life to answer a phone call from the heretical Sean Seow. This is no mean feat and he deserves to be awarded a medal at the very least. Volgogra State University will have the honour of being his choice of institute of higher education in learning medicine. To be honest I'm a little jealous at those going to VSU as they will be blessed by his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the crap, the reason any of you even read this post was to know about Sean, right? *Drumrolls* Sean is studying BUSINESS at KDU. Now diploma or degree I'm not to sure, you'll have to get the details from Sean yourself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I quote Mr Chin "Well, I'll put it this way. Sean was, and I think still will be the butt of many jokes." Good luck to Sean and KDU students especially, you'll be needing it. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing off,&lt;br /&gt;SH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-4291328975937091081?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/4291328975937091081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=4291328975937091081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/4291328975937091081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/4291328975937091081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/03/seans-whereabouts.html' title='Sean&apos;s Whereabouts!'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-4042272918221664330</id><published>2009-02-19T19:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:40:55.984+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 2 Days!!!</title><content type='html'>Well folks, it's my last 2 days of living on the Malay Peninsular. On the 20th of February I'll be taking a flight to Melbourne, Australia to further my studies at Monash University. There'll lots of things that I'll miss here... my friends, my family, the lifestyle in general. I guess this is just part of the cycle of life where we have to move on to greener pastures. Can't really type much now as I'm rushing to pack all my stuff and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick question, are you myopic or in other words short-sighted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i315.photobucket.com/albums/ll478/ricasummers1609/20081104_9dc061f03b87441245beGXzTmT.jpg" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the image above. If you have no problem with your eyes, you'll be able to see Einstein. If you see Marilyn Monroe in the picture, I guess it's time to take a trip to the nearest optician. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-4042272918221664330?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/4042272918221664330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=4042272918221664330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/4042272918221664330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/4042272918221664330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-2-days.html' title='Last 2 Days!!!'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-1170824600755268996</id><published>2009-02-12T19:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:52:21.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Create Your Own Fate =)</title><content type='html'>This post is specially dedicated for all the singles out there. I see lots of singles out there waiting for the cupid / god to arrange the fate so they could meet someone that is made for them ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when they met the one made for them, they got chicken out and give themself an excuse saying that if she is mine, she will be mine someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving themself an excuse like I am not good with girl, I don't know how to talk to girl, I am afraid to make new friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst of all, some even blame it on the horoscope. Example is the cancerian that say themself is the family type of people. Therefore, they can't really socialize and like to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey, wake up. Fates won't fall down from the sky, miracle don't just happen. So, if you really want to look for a partner, staying home, hiding in the room and facing the monitor ain't the solution. What do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expecting your hero to crawl out from your laptop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahboochak.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i445.photobucket.com/albums/qq179/Ahboochak/spider.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expecting your partner to crawl out from your laptop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahboochak.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i445.photobucket.com/albums/qq179/Ahboochak/Sadakotv.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, its your life. Do something for your life and start loving yourself by doing the right thing will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; I have found in life that if you want a miracle you first need to do whatever it is you can do - if that's to plant, then plant; if it is to read, then read; if it is to change, then change; if it is to study, then study; if it is to work, then work; whatever you have to do. And then you will be well on your way of doing the labor that works miracles. &lt;b&gt;Jim Rohn&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Finally, I shall end this post with a 1 of my favourite comic strip that I've saved it from a forwarded mail godzillion years ago. May you find your date for this valentine day, and may the date be the love are you seek for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios and take care :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahboochak.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i445.photobucket.com/albums/qq179/Ahboochak/cupid1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahboochak.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i445.photobucket.com/albums/qq179/Ahboochak/cupid2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits : Vinspire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-1170824600755268996?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/1170824600755268996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=1170824600755268996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/1170824600755268996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/1170824600755268996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2009/02/create-your-own-fate.html' title='Create Your Own Fate =)'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-6345743585077318740</id><published>2008-12-25T10:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:58:37.175+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Never lie to your mom!</title><content type='html'>This is probably reposta to most of you but I'll post it anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;div class="postcolor"&gt;A Mom comes to visit her son Jim for dinner.....who lives with a girl roommate, Cheryl. During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how pretty Jim's roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had only made her more curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Jim and his roommate than met the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading his mom's thoughts, Jim volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Cheryl and I are just roommates." About a week later, Cheryl came to Jim saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver plate. You don't suppose she took it, do you?" Jim said ,"Well, I doubt it, but I'll email her, just to be sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he sat down and wrote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you 'did' take the silver plate from my house, I'm not saying that you 'did not' take the silver plate .. But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days later, Jim received an email from his Mother which read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Cheryl, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Cheryl. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the silver plate by now under the pillow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from an email =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--IBF.ATTACHMENT_22161801--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" id="rate_22161801"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:alert('Does%20this%20post%20contribute%20to%20the%20topic?%20Rate%20it%20Good%20if%20it%20does,%20or%20Bad%20if%20contributes%20negatively.');" style="color: black; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;rate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:post_rate(22161801,%201);" style="color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:post_rate(22161801,%20-1);" style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-6345743585077318740?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/6345743585077318740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=6345743585077318740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/6345743585077318740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/6345743585077318740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2008/12/never-lie-to-your-mom.html' title='Never lie to your mom!'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-2984791713447704761</id><published>2008-12-11T23:11:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:11:39.689+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Story time =.=</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to play Dota alone in CC because raining and streamyx lagging. So I reach this CC and started to play pub game.&lt;br /&gt;I was consider lucky because 5 minutes later a lenglui (alone) came into the CC and sit directly opposite me. She peek at me few times and so do I. But soon we settle down on out own stuffs. Me playing dota and she msning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a fei jai clad in black shirt and jeans came from the corner of the CC towards the hot girl sitting in front of me. He started to tackle and flirt her but I can see the girl feel disgusted and keep replying him in short answer like yes and no only. But the fei jai didnt catch the message and didnt give up. He started touching her shirt and chair. Then ngam ngam i get killed in Dota, so while waiting for respawn i looked at her. She was looking at me with a hor lin face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when my guts kick in and i decided to help her. So, I pretend to go to her seat and i flirted her this time. Fei jai on the left, while me on the right. She response to me nicely and the fei jai was left unnoticed and invisible by us. Soon, he just left and go back do his own thing. I stopped after that and continue playing the game. Rains stop and the hot girl left. An hour after that i left too and the fei jai was following from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into my car and wanted to go home, then i notice this black kancil tailing me from behind. Nia seng, its the fei jai.I was so scare since he is bigger size than me. At first i thought coincidence, but later on i confirm he want to whack me already because the tailing lasted for 30 minutes. I didnt go home but drive straight to the police station. Only then did he stop following me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you guys think about my encounter last night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-2984791713447704761?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/2984791713447704761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=2984791713447704761' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2984791713447704761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2984791713447704761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2008/12/story-time.html' title='Story time =.='/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-4634031580037114064</id><published>2008-10-08T00:35:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:36:42.369+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh SHI- An Update!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funnyexamanswers.com/img/bnewc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.funnyexamanswers.com/img/bnewc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His professor sent him an e-mail the following day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Michael,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I attempt to boost my students’ final grades by giving them this relatively simple exam consisting of 100 True/False questions from only 3 chapters of material. For the past 20 years that I have taught Intro Communications 101 at this institution I have never once seen someone score below a 65 on this exam. Consequently, your score of a zero is the first in history and ultimately brought the entire class average down a whole 8 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two possible answer choices: A (True) and B (False). You chose C for all 100 questions in an obvious attempt to get lucky with a least a quarter of the answers. It’s as if you didn’t look at a single question. Unfortunately, this brings your final grade in this class to failing. See you next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God have mercy on your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Professor William Turner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If all else fails, go with B from now on.&lt;br /&gt;B is the new C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;٩͡[๏̯͡๏]۶ ? です~˝\_(0.o)_/˝&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-4634031580037114064?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/4634031580037114064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=4634031580037114064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/4634031580037114064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/4634031580037114064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-shi-update.html' title='Oh SHI- An Update!!!!'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-1232532556876140045</id><published>2008-08-16T02:54:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:55:16.839+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh!</title><content type='html'>So I was liek drinking kopi and eating pasta again the other day....Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Elizabeth, Bill Clinton and Ahmad Badawi die and go to hell. But the&lt;br /&gt;devil has only one phone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen says, I miss my England , can I use your phone and hear how my people are doing down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls and talks about five minutes. Then she asks: Well devil, how much do I owe you for the call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil says: Five million pounds. She writes him a cheque and goes back to her chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton wants to make a call too. He says I wanna call the US . He talks&lt;br /&gt;about ten minutes, then asks how much do I owe you devil? The devil says "Ten million dollars" He also writes a cheque and goes back to his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badawi is jealous. He says I want to call Malaysia . He calls and talks for&lt;br /&gt;about an hour to his son-in-law who is stirring some shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asks the devil how much do I owe you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil replies: only one dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badawi is shocked and asks "'why so little?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devils says: if you make a call from one hell to another, IT'S LOCAL&lt;br /&gt;CALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-1232532556876140045?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/1232532556876140045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=1232532556876140045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/1232532556876140045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/1232532556876140045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2008/08/malaysia-boleh.html' title='Malaysia Boleh!'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-2889211873165047817</id><published>2008-08-14T22:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:28:57.707+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Some guy stuff :P</title><content type='html'>Came across this while I was drinking kopi and eating pasta. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys hate sluts even though they have sex with them!&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah..you're not "popular" if you've slept with more than 5 guys..you're a HOE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are&lt;br /&gt;method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys will brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you a whole hell of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Try to be as straightforward as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--We don't like girls who are too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--We love it when girls talk about there boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Always make sure you know what kind of stuff your getting into before making out with a guy ...like wheather it's a one time deal or not ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Believe it or not shy guys are the most easiest to talk to..it may not seem right but trust me they will start opening up like books after you just ask them questions about their lives and unoticable tell them about yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy hits your butt it means that he wants you sexually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys will test the waters to see how far they can get with you. Even if he doesn't intend to it will happen. Know how far it is you want to let him go and he will respect that...after you let him know a couple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-2889211873165047817?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/2889211873165047817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=2889211873165047817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2889211873165047817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2889211873165047817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-guy-stuff-p.html' title='Some guy stuff :P'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-2290495547895778556</id><published>2008-08-12T15:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:48:31.976+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PIKOM PC Fair August 2008 @ PISA</title><content type='html'>I know I'm one day late posting this but its better late than never right? So yesterday morning I woke up early to send my sister to secondary school to collect our prizes. Hers was for obtaining 7As in PMR while mine was for obtaining 10As in SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I practically wasted my morning just sitting there while waiting to collect my prize. At least I had a chance to catch up on what my former classmates had been up to. My sis told me that Gopy, the discipline teacher was mad at me for speeding near the school. @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my father to draw me a map of the Bayan Lepas/Bayan Baru area and left my house at 1pm+.&lt;br /&gt;It was smooth travelling all the way including crossing the bridge. The first problem was getting to PISA itself. I've been there once before, but for some reason, I've never been good at remembering the way to places I've been before. I actually missed a turning and almost landed up all the way in Bayan Lepas. Thank god that there was a U-turn somewhere ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a parking space was another problem. The last time I came to PISA was for the education fair and it sure as hell wasn't packed like this. Finally found a car park behind some shoplots after driving around aimlessly for 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were packed like sardines inside the stadium. Walking from the outer ring to the inner concourse took like 15 minutes to due the amount of people there! We were practically even worse off than sardines packed in a tin. It took me like 45 mins to finally find KT out of the bazillion people there. LB said he tried to call me but I guess I didn't notice him in all that crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to everyone else who tried to meet me there, I couldn't find you through all the other people who were there. This is the first time I've been to a PC fair at PISA and it's so much different from the crappy one we have back here in Sungai Petani. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SKBLwEDsH2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Tc3ijPLJOa8/s1600-h/DSCN0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SKBLwEDsH2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Tc3ijPLJOa8/s320/DSCN0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233266056099536738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inner Concourse - Crazily Packed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-2290495547895778556?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/2290495547895778556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=2290495547895778556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2290495547895778556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2290495547895778556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2008/08/pikom-pc-fair-august-2008-pisa.html' title='PIKOM PC Fair August 2008 @ PISA'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/SKBLwEDsH2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Tc3ijPLJOa8/s72-c/DSCN0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-7208730811713630803</id><published>2008-08-01T03:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T04:46:41.512+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be Japanese, even if you're born Filipino</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not filipino, and have absolutely nothing to do with them irl except for a certain domestic helper in my employ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This isn't a racist thread. I'm not saying; this race is better than that race. According to a survey filipinos are one of the world's happiest people, so cheers to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If anyone asks, I'm Anglo-Japanese, even though I'm surrounded by Chinese, and can't speak any language competently except English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to bring attention to the fact that filipinos, or any other racial group for that matter (with the obvious exception of the Japanese themselves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs18/f/2007/171/c/c/Shut_Up_You__re_Not_Japanese_by_budgie.gif" alt="IPB Image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE NOT JAPANESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why filipinos then? Objectively speaking, and from 5 years of internet research, I have concluded that many tagalog speaking goodfellows &lt;i&gt;wished&lt;/i&gt; they were born Japanese. Unfortunately, anthropologists classify them as "Malayo-Polynesian". As you can see, unless you invented cup noodles, there's no way to be Japanese unless you were BORN ONE. (War atrocities I shall not go into)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet:&lt;br /&gt;- A startling amount of filipinos choose a Japanese-esque moniker as their online nickname. Why?&lt;br /&gt;- Fuelled by the meteoric rise in popularity of anime/manga, Japanese culture is similarly a growing fad amongst young filipinos. Why?&lt;br /&gt;- A lot of filipinos attempt to parade their rudimentary knowledge of Japanese grammar, suffixes and honorifics in online forums, even if they're poorly applied. An example desu. Why?&lt;br /&gt;- They bear anime-related sigs/avatars, the most popular being that grand fox faggot Naruto. Why?&lt;br /&gt;- Japanese products, classes, etc, etc. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the obvious conclusion is that you DO want to be a Japanese, amirite, even if you're pinoy? Luckily for you, I'm pretty much a subject matter expert. If you can meet transsexuals on the street, I see no reason why we can't have transracials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. You, being Malayo-Polynesian, don't exactly look like a Japanese to begin with. Let's start by bleaching your body a little. Don't forget the Gatsby for the outrageous hairdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Outfit your wardrobe with Japanese-imprinted shirts. That's right, wear shirts with katakana splayed all over them, or even better, wear a shirt featuring your favorite anime girl! That's sure to exude an aura of Japanese-ness. Of course, you already watch anime, so you know ALL ABOUT THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Every sentence you speak or type must now end in "desu" or "desho" or "deska". Even better, type them in Japanese so people can truly believe you are one since you know the language so intimately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Know your honorifics. "Dalisay-sensei, we're going to JORIBI to eat desu. Katapang-chan will be joining us desu! Wanna come along deska" is an example of a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you don't have an online Japanese-sounding nickname yet, please select one from the repertoire of anime characters you're familiar with. But be original and create your own. "Uzuchigo Narusaki" is both creative and bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Insist your friends, including your girlfriend, start to call you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Carry a katana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Stop going to Church. Jesus wasn't Japanese. Set up your own Shinto shrine, have your sisters dress up as shrine maidens and start to pray to the Gods of anime that are Gainax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Spend your allowance on Japanese products, especially seiyuu cds. Purge your ipod of all songs except those sung in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do cosplay. That, good sir, is the watermark of a true Japanese. Don't date girls that don't cosplay - they smell.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're done - you're officially Japanese now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Japanese&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tanasinn.info/images/thumb/7/7b/Wapanese_1.jpg/170px-Wapanese_1.jpg" alt="IPB Image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--coloro:#FF0000--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--/coloro--&gt;Both of them are not Japanese&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2006/11/images/20061118-2_d-0518-2-722v.jpg" alt="IPB Image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Negi1, Negi2 and Negi3 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-7208730811713630803?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/7208730811713630803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=7208730811713630803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/7208730811713630803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/7208730811713630803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-be-japanese-even-if-youre-born.html' title='How to be Japanese, even if you&apos;re born Filipino'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-8220033981531782827</id><published>2008-06-08T07:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T07:57:39.339+10:00</updated><title type='text'>On Beethoven - Fur Elise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well we know that Beethoven was notriously grumpy.  He was also the greatest musical genius to ever live.   That of course is a value judgment,and if you disagree with it you are a terrorist.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the real question is not how well he wrote for the human voice(quite), or if he was a manic-depressive(no), or why he and Haydn didn't get along(who gives a shit?) but how much did he get laid? I say a lot and here's why: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fur Elise, or the Bagatelle in A Minor, is designated as WoO 59. For those who haven't read my Seductor's Guide to Classical Music(trademark pending), which is everyone because I haven't written it yet, WoO means 'without opus.' I have been informed that it is from the German &lt;i&gt;werke ohne opus&lt;/i&gt; which translates to  "work without opus [number]." &lt;br /&gt; The title 'Fur Elise' in German is just a dedication meaning simply, 'For Elise.'&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the piece was published in 1810 when Beethoven was 40. His first piano sonatas were published in 1783 when he was 13, so we can safely say he was capable of writing a comparatively simple piece like Fur Elise 27 years before he supposedly actually did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, this will seem like pure conjecture now, but I am confident that when scholars get around to reading some of those old diaries that everyone seems to have kept in the 18th century so some humanities major can get their Ph.D. they will discover that Beethoven had that piece for many years before its now officially recognized publication date. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why did he never make it public?    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because he used it to score more pussy than a bonobo.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First look at the properties of the piece: it can be played by one person. Someone of Beethoven's piano skill would be able to play it and still hold a conversation. It demads no attention, or concentration. So a woman goes into the room to meet the great Beethoven and he's sitting in there alone and he's playing this tune. I imagine the typical conversation went along these lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Julie:  "Hello, Mr. Beethoven, what's that?"&lt;br /&gt;Beethoven:  "Oh, just a little piece I'm working on.  And please, call me Ludwig."&lt;br /&gt;Julie(nervously):  "It's beautiful.  What's is it called?"&lt;br /&gt;Beethoven:  "I was thinking of calling it 'Fur Julie'"&lt;br /&gt;Julie(blushing madly): "Oh Beethoven,really....?"&lt;br /&gt;Beethoven:  "Absolutely.  Here let me show you the first notes.  Come sit next to me..."&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the various lures he is holding out here are breathtaking. Beethoven is offering everything anyone could want: immortality, their name attached to something beautiful, the chance to meet whatever noble Beethoven was working for at the time, and of course, making a nice guy out of a notorious bad-boy.     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now is anyone going to tell me that that would not have gotten him laid?  And he lived at a time when social conventions were such that all the ladies in town couldn't publish in the local scandal sheet how they were tricked and seduced by Beethoven.      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Historical evidence will eventually prove that there was a girl named Elise that was proving very hard to fuck, so Beethoven finally had to play the piece in public. It was probably at this point that he got that scowl that we see him with in almost every representation of the man. He was giving up his best seduction method and deaf. One or the other would be bad enough, but the combination of both probably kept him pissed until the day he died.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just some more pasta. :P&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/998988821926071247-8220033981531782827?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/8220033981531782827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=8220033981531782827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/8220033981531782827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/8220033981531782827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-beethoven-fur-elise.html' title='On Beethoven - Fur Elise'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-1403213480934516599</id><published>2008-06-04T23:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:45:41.956+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrol Price Hike!</title><content type='html'>"Cabinet announce petrol will increase to 2.70 by midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like arnarchy coming.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, every f*cking thing under the sky will increase. Then, to keep inflation low, Bank Negara is going to increase interest rate to combat it. Then all our housing repayment will go up. Your EPF money will seem like banana money, your salaries can't increase because everything else have gone up, so poor desperate employees must be sacrificed to cushion the effect on "profit margins". With no increase in disposable income and greater outflow, our precious banks will be the first to pull away the umbrella, increasing the credit crunch, to reduce the potential increase in NPL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperados will have to resort to Ah Longs, which also increase their rate from rediculously high to impossibly high to maintain their margin. More hand get chopped, more wives get raped, more children get tortured. Some will resort to violence, mugging and buglary, snatchthief (although it will be more like the case of the poor robbing the poor) And no one is there to help, because the police now are all in FRU uniforms beating up people in street protest and those burning Petronas and National Flag in anger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak Lah will be sleeping in his fireproof, soundproof, bulletproof office in Seri Perdana.....KJ and HH will lead the PERKIDA boys to entice hate saying because all the chinese and indians voted against BN, now all malays are suffering. More riots....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up thinking it was just a bad dream, but as i went to the closest petrol station, it really is RM2.70...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-1403213480934516599?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/1403213480934516599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=1403213480934516599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/1403213480934516599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/1403213480934516599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2008/06/petrol-price-hike.html' title='Petrol Price Hike!'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-2325374967782866161</id><published>2008-03-10T04:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T04:26:19.668+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winds of Change have swept across Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>As the dusts sets on the aftermath of the 12th general election, there was only one big loser in said election. The BN which used to control 92% of the Parlimentary seats were virtually wiped out in all the northern seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the statistics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seats Won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;BN - 137 (63% of seats)&lt;br /&gt;Others - 82 (37% of seats)&lt;br /&gt;Undecided - 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percentage of Vote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;BN - 50.28%&lt;br /&gt;Others - 47.45%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the small wave of change that Anwar and Lim Kit Siang predicted came an unstoppable political tsunami that swept across Peninsular Malaysia. Many BN big guns including Dr. Koh Tsu Koon and Samy Vellu lost their seats as well. As Anwar said, it is indeed a new dawn for Malaysia, this election marks a "defining moment" in the history of the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for Samy Vellu calling "Bring on Anwar" when he couldn't even beat his long time nemesis. So much for Gerakan's "Keep on Changing" slogan for Penang. The BN, especially UMNO, had never been so humiliated in any general election. Any other political party leader whose party had suffered from such a defeat would by now have tendered his or her resignation. But our Prime Minister vowed to carry on the fight albeit without a 2/3 majority in parliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular election also saw many parties fielding fresh new faces including Anwar Ibrahim's daughter, Nurrul Izzah and professionals from the DAP like Jeff Ooi and Tony Pua. Whatever the BN said about the Rakyat not wanting parachute candidates definitely didn't come true. In actual fact, so called "parachute" candidates like Lim Guan Eng actually managed to secure majorities of up to 10,000 votes. &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Abdullah's government produced scandal after scandal like the AP issue, the Port Klang Free Trade Zone issue and the V.K Lingam case in recent years. Had they been expecting to win big again in this election? The rakyat have obviously spoken. Malaysia has to do away with the racial politics that BN currently promotes. By segregating the population based on racial lines, what do they hope to achieve? The alliance between DAP, PKR and PAS has definitely shown what racial harmony is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stated by Raja Petra, "&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;For Malaysians who rely on the mainstream media or who are guided by their opinion shapers, the results of this election would be a shocker. For those who follow the Internet however, this was exactly what we had expected." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This blog is only for educational purposeses and serves no other meaning. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-2325374967782866161?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/2325374967782866161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=2325374967782866161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2325374967782866161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/2325374967782866161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2008/03/winds-of-change-have-swept-across.html' title='The Winds of Change have swept across Malaysia!'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-1203815458431090457</id><published>2008-02-23T02:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T02:55:22.062+11:00</updated><title type='text'>DotA Mythbusters</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atropos, the Bane Elemental&lt;br /&gt;Can learn: Enfeeble, Brain Sap, Nightmare and Fiend's Grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where does the name "Atropos" come from? When you search for it, you get one obvious reference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Atropos (Άτροπος, "without turn", "she who cannot be turned away") was the third of the Moerae. She was the oldest of the Three Fates, and was known as the "inflexible" or "inevitable." It was Atropos who chose the mechanism of death and ended the life of each mortal by cutting their thread with her "abhorred shears." She worked along with Clotho, who spun the thread, and Lachesis, who measured the length. Her origin, along with the other two fates, is uncertain. Although some called them the daughters of the night. It is clear, however, that at a certain period they ceased to be concerned with death and became instead those powers which decided what must happen to individuals. Although Zeus was the chief Greek god and their father, he was still subject to the decisions of the Fates, and thus the executor of destiny rather than its source."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those 3 Fates were, as we saw in Disney's Hercules, old and ugly women. Well, our Bane might be old and ugly, but he sure ain't a woman! In fact, he is so ugly that if he were a woman it would be an insult to other females in Dota: Lina, Luna, Traxex, Pudge, Morty, QoP and of course, Rylai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like the Mythbusters, I decided to burst that illusions and I wanted to know where does Atropos REALLY come from. So, I searched from in reverse: Spells, Hero Class and than Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bane Elemental can use these spells: Enfeeble, Brain Sap, Nightmare and Fiend's Grip. Those same spells are available in game Tactics Ogre: The Knight of Lodis. And also, All of those spells are in fact, Bane Element Spells! HA! So there's where his hero class comes from as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, If his spells and class come from TO: The Knight of Lodis, its only logical to assume that his name comes from there as well. Now, is there an Atropos in Knight of Lodis? Of course there is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atropos is one of 3 unique, one time only techniques that you can learn in The Knight of Lodis. Other 2 are Clotho and Lachesis (yes, they are named by old grannies from Greek Mythology). All those techniques have dragon animation, deal enormous damage and do self damage as well, and each can be used with different weapon, but Atropos is the main one as it is learned in Story rather than in Quest mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I conclude: Bane elemental is not a female. I cannot guarantee that he is a male, but I can say that he is not named after a old ugly woman. Whomever made Bane Elemental in the first place named him after the technique in KOL and most likely didn't know that the technique names comes form an ugly hag. He could be of either sex now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Mythbuster Grujah. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-1203815458431090457?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/1203815458431090457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=1203815458431090457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/1203815458431090457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/1203815458431090457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2008/02/dota-mythbusters.html' title='DotA Mythbusters'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-1525606748816034773</id><published>2008-02-03T13:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T13:46:46.639+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Rules of Online Gaming</title><content type='html'>People have been hunched over their PCs, firing rockets into the faces of their friends since Doom. The ability to play a game against real human opponents via a network changed the face of the industry and helped shape the scene we are now a part of. Over the years, we have seen the world's largest network, the Internet, expand to phenomenal heights and with it, gaming too has grown in ways that were once never thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaming over the Internet is now a major part of the hobby we all hold dear, and as titles like Halo rose to bring more and more mainstream attention to multinational fragests, we have seen online gaming become one of the most integral facets of the industry. With mainstream attention, it has also brought with an influx of new, fresh-faced gamers who have logged on with wanton abandon, unwitting of the rules that we have held dear as digital war veterans for millenias untold. At least outside of the PC universe, online gaming is full of people who perhaps do not understand the ettiquete and courtesy that comes with the territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these people, Destructoid has the answer. If your copy of Halo just hit your mailbox, or even more urgently, if you started playing online years ago and have never even been through basic training, this is the guide for you. Hit the jump to finally learn how to be an online gamer with these crucial rules. A doorway into a world of elite playing pleasure is yours for the opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Online gaming is serious business:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you finally got your game hooked up and are ready to play. Now, you may be forgiven for thinking that online gaming is about having fun. You are very wrong and you will learn this in due time. Because we gamers are too physically weak to pick random fights in bars, we must assert our alpha male dominance another way -- by twiddling our fingers around on buttons until virtual representations of people we don't know simulate death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your life now, and you are connected, physically and emotionally, to your in-game avatar. When they frag you, do you not bleed? Well, no you don't but that's not the point. You will mourn him for every second of that respawn countdown. His digital death just killed a little piece of you, and you will avenge with the fury of a thousand angry Gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In team games, if you are losing, remember to berate your teammates and tell them how much they suck. You won't be making a fool out of yourself for ordering them around and reminding them that your side is losing and nobody's helping you win. Also, you must use words like "alpha," all the time, just like you're a real army man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Noobs are scum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are new to a particular game are terrible vermin who you should not fraternise with. These subhumans are known as noobs and they are the pariahs of online gaming. You, however, were never a noob. You were playing games online before the Internet was even invented. In fact, you're so awesome that you were playing Dizzy the Egg team deatchmatches on your Commodore 64.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to check out the stats of anybody in a game with you. If they have not been playing for long, then you must hurl insults at them because they are lesser human beings. Laugh cruelly if noobs are your opponents, and grimace loudly if they are on your team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the term noob has such power that if you dislike someone's actions in a game, you can say it to them as well. Obviously, displeasing you is deadly enough to make them forget all their prior gaming experience and they actually revert back into children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: If a feature in a game is popular/effective, it is cheap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it the chainsaw in Gears of War, or snipers in any FPS ever made, there are a number of cool features and tactics in games that people not only find enjoyable to use, but are often highly effective methods of securing victory -- never use them. If you do so, you are cheap and will become a noob. You are a hardcore gamer now, which means you only use shotguns or anything else that's really boring. You hate all that is popular, and if you see anybody utilising the best/more useful features of a game, you are to get rid of them immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these pukes were good at the game like you, they wouldn't need to rely on such cheap tactics, would they? They'd be like you, running around with the shotgun, not having fun and despising everything everyone else is doing. The fact that they have killed you so many times is proof of how bad they are at playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: If anything kills you at all, it is cheap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the above rule, but applied to every potential threat in a game. If someone shoots you to death using nothing but a pistol and with his eyes closed, he is being cheap. Cheap is one of the most brutal insults after noob, and anybody who hears it will feel worse about the fact they are winning ten to zero. It's a hollow victory, because they are so cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: If you are losing, it is because of lag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following on from the cheapness laws, you will soon get to learn that nothing is ever your fault when it comes to gaming. Lag is a process whereby everyone in the game becomes better than you thanks to the Internet helping them become cheap. The Internet does this a lot, but never affects the enemies you kill yourself, because you have skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly every death you ever suffer in a game will be due to lag of some kind. The Internet hates you that much, even though you are so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: If you are losing badly, it is because they are hacking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing a little is one thing, that's just lag conspiring to keep your ownage levels down, but lag can only help the noobs cheaply beat you so much. If you are losing to such a point where not even your lag-pwning skill seems to be making a difference, well there's only one solution, and it's not that they are better than you -- it's that they are hacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who appear to be doing a lot of killing and not much of being killed are hackers, plain and simple. There is no way they're that good without cheating. Re-assure your team (after calling them worthless) that the enemy is clearly powered by nefarious undertakings and you are being penalized for your wholesome and pure ways. Then remember to say alpha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Everyone is gay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Internet was invented, gay people were those in society who were attracted physically and emotionally to members of the same gender. Since the Internet, everyone and everything is gay. From the gun they use to kill you, to the voice they use to communicate with you, it is all gay, gay, gay. Lag is gay, snipers are gay, noobs are gay, people from other countries are gay, the countries they come from are gay, the ocean the country is surrounded by is gay, the fish in the ocean are gay, all sealife is gay, life is gay, gays are gay, gay gay gay. Gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the same one-syllable word to describe everything you don't like might not be an indicator of a varied vocabulary, but who cares? Words are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Singing is awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communicating via a headset is great because it lets gamers sing, and that is one of the only reasons we buy headsets. In fact, some people are known to log into servers just to hear poor quality, nasal renditions of the latest "phat tracks." One of the most original and beloved songs to sing is anything done by Rick Astley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to sing as loudly and obnoxiously as you can into your headset before, during and after a game, only stopping when you need to step away from the mic to breathe. Everybody will be impressed and will want to play with you again. In fact, you're so great at singing that the only reason you're not on Broadway right now is that showbusiness is full of lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lack the raw sexual magnetisim and confidence that is required to sing during a game, you can always hold the microphone up to some speakers and play your favorite tunes for everybody. Your fellow gamers really care what your musical interests are and will applaud your tasteful selection of tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Calling people naggers is both original and hilarious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racism online is bad, which is a shame because deep down everybody knows it's actually awesome. There is, however, a really witty workaround that allows you to say racist words while not actually saying them. Remember that episode of South Park where Randy believed that the missing letter in "n - ggers" was an I? Then he said the full word and everyone was shocked because it was actually naggers and not that word? Well, here's a pro tip -- nobody has EVER thought of calling people naggers online. You are going to be so edgy if you capitalize on this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it all the time and your popularity will skyrocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Team members who score are kill stealers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill stealing is one of the most abhorrent and despicable crimes ever committed, and is even listed in some modern Bibles as the eighth deadly sin. Every opponent is a victim waiting to die by your hand alone, and if anybody dares shoot them before you, they are a kill stealer. Only you may have the glory of the kill, and woe betide anybody caught shooting at the same target as you. If they get the win, they clearly stole your kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you and a team member are on opposite sides of the game map, they kill stole. Obviously they did. Probably thanks to a hack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, of course, that you are not a kill stealer. You are merely an opportunist. Besides which, since all the enemies are your personal fodder anyway, you're taking nothing away from the meat puppets who are only there to be noobs and bring down your score by sucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ten golden rules of online gaming. There are of course plenty of other important laws, but this should be everything you need to get started off on the right footing. First impressions are crucial, and with these ten rules in mind, you will always impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck pwning, my fellow online warriors. May noobs fall at your feet and your sword cut through the mists of lag forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some pasta. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-1525606748816034773?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/1525606748816034773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=1525606748816034773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/1525606748816034773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/1525606748816034773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2008/02/golden-rules-of-online-gaming.html' title='The Golden Rules of Online Gaming'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-8228927031918804551</id><published>2008-01-01T03:41:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T03:48:50.833+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Let's start 2008 with a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy. My girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. My parents helped us in every way, my friends encouraged me, and my girlfriend? She was a dream! There was only one thing bothering me, very much indeed, and that one thing&lt;br /&gt;was her younger sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty years of age, wore tight mini skirts and low cut blouses. She would regularly bend down when near me and I got many a pleasant view of her underwear. It had to be deliberate. She never did it when she was near anyone else. One day little sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived. She whispered to me that soon I was to be married, and she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome and didn't really want to overcome. She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and&lt;br /&gt;committed my life to her sister. I was in total shock and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want to go ahead with it just come up and get me." I was stunned. I was frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. When she reached the top she&lt;br /&gt;pulled down her panties and threw them down the stairs at me. I stood there for a moment, then turned and went straight to the front door. I opened the door and stepped out of the house. I walked straight towards my car. My future father-in-law was standing outside. With tears in his eyes he hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The moral of this story is:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always keep your condoms in your car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to start my new life in Penang on Jan 1. I'll miss all my friends back here in SP. Keep in touch ya. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-8228927031918804551?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/8228927031918804551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=8228927031918804551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/8228927031918804551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/8228927031918804551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-6424837920660985587</id><published>2007-12-16T23:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:29:29.213+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey of Dreams</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been 10 days after my exams and I must say that I'm suffering from post-SPM blues. It just doesn't feel the same when you're not sticking to your daily routine of going to class each day. Not that I'm complaining though as I've been waiting for this for 5 years. All I've been doing these few days are playing computer games and finishing off all the series that I put on hold for the SPM, while other days consist of going for yum-cha sessions with my friends. These 3 months would probably be my last chance to meet up with them to yum-cha, for a few years at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us have probably decided on the next part of our life. This is when we change from boys to men, decide which of the two routes in front of us that we should take and enter adulthood. Of course, most of you would opt for tertiary education but for those who decided to enter the working world, good luck to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school trip starts in approximately 2 hours. Honestly, I've been waiting for this trip even since before the beginning of SPM and I've even been thinking about it during my exams. :P It's going to be pretty fun out there especially with the love-hate relationships between my friends. o_0 Finally, I'll be able to step foot in Genting after more than 7 years. This time, I'll challenge the Cork Screw and come out alive! Last but not least, remember rule 33 and good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Rule 33 is lurk moar, I'll  give a thousand internets if you know what it means though. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-6424837920660985587?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/6424837920660985587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=6424837920660985587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/6424837920660985587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/6424837920660985587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2007/12/journey-of-dreams.html' title='Journey of Dreams'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998988821926071247.post-139082891362573571</id><published>2007-12-04T05:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T05:54:13.926+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of SPM</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, I finally decided to transfer my blog to BlogSpot after I saw that Ricky had created one as well. I've been wanting to do this for the longest time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, SPM ended a few days ago, not gonna lie. Not that I don't care about my studies, it's just that I'm doing this for the lulz. If you know what I mean (90% of you probably don't). One thing is for sure at 4.30p.m this time today though, most students would be rejoicing the end of the examinations that will determine their future. Some will regret that they didn't prepare beforehand while others will just be contented that their parents will no longer nag them to get off the PC and to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there is still a long road ahead, some will opt for tertiary education while some will join the workforce. Do not ever regret whatever decision you make for it will be the decision that determines your future and what kind of life you will be living when you reach the age of 40. Those who are not able to pass their exams with flying colours, worry not for there are plains with greener pastors elsewhere. Hell, the owner of a local internet cafe here failed 3 of his subjects and only got an A for Mathematics and yet he's wealthy enough to open a second internet cafe before the year has even ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes to show the failure of the Malaysian education as most are just trained to be workers and managers but not entrepreneurs. Many of us are accustomed to the spoon-feeding our teachers give us during our primary and secondary school years. We just memorize everything and regurgitate everything out during the exams. Does that prove that you're a good student? A friend of mine said that by doing that he can show his parents that he is hardworking. While not entirely incorrect, students like him will face problems when they enter university. Some of seniors have told me that even JPA scholarship holders do worse than them in college because they are unable to adapt to the new learning environment. This is for overseas students only though. For those who are used to this kind of education system, rejoice, for local colleges and universities are more than willing to make sure you won't starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and last but not least, this blog will probably be on current events, anime and games so please visit if you're interested. I'm still taking some lessons from my chieftain, the King of Peli though. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to those sitting for Chinese in 5 hours time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998988821926071247-139082891362573571?l=10sighdayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/feeds/139082891362573571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998988821926071247&amp;postID=139082891362573571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/139082891362573571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998988821926071247/posts/default/139082891362573571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://10sighdayo.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-day-of-spm.html' title='Last day of SPM'/><author><name>Kyon-kun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00524458412933854130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DOCw3HpBz74/R1RR8AatLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ncJxPqTUu0/S220/kyon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
