<?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-11590053</id><updated>2011-12-14T03:52:50.951Z</updated><title type='text'>Water tested. Tsuen h'ooked.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-4486551879496295639</id><published>2008-05-24T18:31:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:56:34.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be studying dammit!</title><content type='html'>JOSIAH LEMING, birthed from the rejection from American Idol but evolved into an overnight phenomenon with a voice that finally found its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it is old news and I only discovered his existance after all had been said and done about the Story of Josiah, the boy who lived in his car for 10 months, risking everything for a singular passion for his music, eager to share it with anyone and everyone who would listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one am glad that he never got through to the top 24 of American Idol because I think that his, for lack of a better word, limited vocal range wouldnt be able to compete with the BIG and more mainstream voices of the other contestants on such a mainstream show. I also think he cant and shouldnt sing any song but his own, which weirdly enough is meant to be a compliment (;p). So he's a little pitchy, so he doesnt sing like David Archuleta, but sometimes theres something beautiful in a being a little pitchy, something exciting in a little rebellion from cookie-cutter melodies, something extremely engaging in not having a perfect techique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, David Archuleta bored me. I mean no disrespect to his talent but hmm.. everyone and anyone who has talent all seem to sound like that lah. Ballads just seem so safe and bland and overused, not to mention overplayed. NEXT! (David Cook on the other hand rocked all the songs that were thrown his way and made it his own. He had me at Billie Jean :) Dang! I just wish he wasnt an American Idol, i mean exposure is good, winning it, eh not so good. But thats another story for another day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah's voice is incredibly beautiful- raw and haunting but I think it is his self-penned lyrics that really complete him and complement his voice. I believe it is his vulnerable, unadulterated and soulful lyrics that allow his voice to come full circle. There's something about the way he writes and expresses himself that is really easy for me to relate to, even though i've never even experienced half of the emotions/experiences displayed in his writing, and it manages to be abstract and artistic but not to the point where i dont know what the hell he's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also funny to see how Josial Leming is American, speaks with a Tennessee(did i spell that right?) drawl but sings with a British accent. Lol, really you can actually hear Snow patrol, Coldplay and a little bit of Travis in his voice when he sings. Maybe thats why I like him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sings with his heart on his sleeve and to see him play the piano with such fevour and madness really is amazing to watch. However, I'm slightly irked by the fact that he bears an eerie resemblance to Jesse mcCartney and no, I dont find either of them attractive, not bad looking, just not my cup of tea *wink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I am really glad he's got a recording contract (with Warner Bros) although I do wish he had signed with an indie record label instead because then you'd know without a doubt he would be allowed more artistic freedom which may not neccessarily gel with a more mainstream audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you take what you can get in life and well, I'd say he's doing pretty darn well for himself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with some clips of his songs (i love all of them- the ones that he wrote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYDzQKNAt0Q&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYDzQKNAt0Q&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BuUgrNH9qgE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BuUgrNH9qgE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQX0yhb-kUc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQX0yhb-kUc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY THEY COULD BE SINGLES ALREADY! im definately getting his album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-4486551879496295639?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/4486551879496295639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=4486551879496295639&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/4486551879496295639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/4486551879496295639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-should-be-studying-dammit.html' title='I should be studying dammit!'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-4442653661698143961</id><published>2008-05-16T01:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:14.109Z</updated><title type='text'>far from a letdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/SCzQlLeb-gI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CQhA6aBfZ7Q/s1600-h/405px-HardCandy_movieposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200761006860270082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/SCzQlLeb-gI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CQhA6aBfZ7Q/s320/405px-HardCandy_movieposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OFFICIALLY ONE OF MY FAVOURITE PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLERS OF ALL TIME! *WOOTS*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been waiting for SUCH  a long time to watch this, ever since i saw the trailer before its release.. didnt get to watch it when it finally made its way into theatres, forgot why.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but after a 3 year wait and increasing expectations of blinding brilliance and tantalising twists, i am STOKED to say that the movie DID NOT dissapoint. In fact i was kept on the edge of my seat...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SPOILER ALERT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SPOILER BELOW, IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED BUT INTEND TO DON'T CONTINUE READING... not like anyone's reading tho LOL.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but dont say i didnt warn ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yea i was probably kept on the edge the whole time because i was afraid that they'd actually show his genitilia being mutilated/castrated on screen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and they did show abit.. a  blurred, bloody sight in the background LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg everytime i see a guy's schlong it usually involves some sort of mutilation or torture.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOSTEL 2 anyone? that scarred me for LIFE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im gonna be so messed up when i grow up... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(conviniently ignores the fact that she's already 22, heehee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I SUPER LOVE THE HEROINE! SHE'S DAMN YENG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ELLEN PAGE'S performance was AWESOME, TOTALLY BELIEVABLE, i'd say i preferred her in HARD CANDY than i did in JUNO.. but then again, the former is more my kinda movie than the latter anyway, not that i didnt like juno.. but&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLERS ROCK IT BETTER+HARDER THAN HEARTFELT DRAMADIES (drama+comedies) ANYDAY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats my take on movie genres anyway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im so in the mood to list all the psychological thrillers i wanna watch: (lol)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. FUNNY GAMES (1997 - Original German version)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. The strangers ( US remake of Funny games, soon to be released)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Ishii the Killer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Sympathy for Mr Vengeance ( have already seen the 2nd and 3rd installments of the trilogy, one word, AWESOME!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. The Audition&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. 13 Beloved &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. American Psycho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. The shining &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Jacob's Ladder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YES i'm aware that most of them are really old, and its a disgrace that i havent seen these :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SIGH why are there no job vacancies for a MOVIE BUM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-4442653661698143961?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/4442653661698143961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=4442653661698143961&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/4442653661698143961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/4442653661698143961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/05/far-from-letdown.html' title='far from a letdown'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/SCzQlLeb-gI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CQhA6aBfZ7Q/s72-c/405px-HardCandy_movieposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-9133528076032376548</id><published>2008-05-12T18:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:22:07.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SING WITH MEH' PPL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1qG-11ehUU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1qG-11ehUU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BIG THANK YOU TO THE PRAYER WARRIORS BACK HOME!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-9133528076032376548?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/9133528076032376548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=9133528076032376548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/9133528076032376548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/9133528076032376548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/05/sing-with-meh-ppl.html' title='SING WITH MEH&apos; PPL!'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-6639705696577248764</id><published>2008-05-11T20:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:53:13.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>This past year has been really harsh as i face up to my inadequacies, my arrogance, my lack of interest and drive, and my constant excuses.  A humbling experience. A depressing experience. A breakdown of relatively major proportions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Don't dwell on the should haves and could haves. Bring God into your NOWS, and your future.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- sms from mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why i love my mom :) she's my rock and emotional support, and right now, the mediator between me and the big Guy "above" ( "above" really is an incorrect albeit commonly used analogy, more like around, beside and within, in every breath, every tear, every laughter, He just IS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to my rusty ties(in the process of rebuilding) with God, my mom has been reminding me of His good graces and mercies and guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has never failed to call me everytime i sent out an sms of distress..I think I've spoken to my mom more in the past few weeks than i ever have in my 3 years abroad. Anywhere, anytime.. she never fails to call me, to comfort me, to calm me down and get me to refocus on the task at hand. No I TOLD YOU SOs, no chiding me for reverting to a blubbering mess akin to a 2 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for my mommy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've cut your ties with God, and rely on your own strength and get too arrogant, He humbles you (kao kao :p) yet reaches out to you through someone. And that someone, in this case, is my MOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-6639705696577248764?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/6639705696577248764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=6639705696577248764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/6639705696577248764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/6639705696577248764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-5030247616152419576</id><published>2008-05-08T18:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:22:25.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oi! look here lah</title><content type='html'>Many a topless man walk by my kitchen window..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad its not to throw flirty glances at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: and with just a playful tap on the shoulder, she feels pretty again...desirable even.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-5030247616152419576?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/5030247616152419576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=5030247616152419576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/5030247616152419576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/5030247616152419576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/05/oi-look-here-lah.html' title='oi! look here lah'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-164714538115417020</id><published>2008-05-07T17:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:15.097Z</updated><title type='text'>Cartwheels in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/SCHj0R_4Z_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/aqqcLRx_xNU/s1600-h/z32562933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197685932286306290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/SCHj0R_4Z_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/aqqcLRx_xNU/s320/z32562933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/SCHj0h_4aAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zEQAVSSAQ5M/s1600-h/b62329180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197685936581273602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/SCHj0h_4aAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zEQAVSSAQ5M/s320/b62329180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SPRING IS FINALLY HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;emphasis on FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;and flip-flops is the name of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;air those pretty toes people, and wtv else you're prepared to air LOL- Viewer discretion advised.&lt;br /&gt;just realised that Jason Mraz sounds so effeminate when he speaks. no where near as bad as Beckham though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197685940876240914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/SCHj0x_4aBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wjDZrGOO2Zc/s320/z38825025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: the sun only shows itself just when we're required to be indoors slogging through assignments and mugging for the upcoming exams. HARRUMMPH. CIS BEDEBAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me leave you with a pic of Rhossilli Bay on a summer's day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197685953761142818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/SCHj1h_4aCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hM9tWNyJq7w/s320/rhossilli+bay+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my chickies, i &lt;strike&gt;am forced to&lt;/strike&gt; shall continue my Engineering Management ASSignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-164714538115417020?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/164714538115417020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=164714538115417020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/164714538115417020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/164714538115417020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/05/cartwheels-in-sun.html' title='Cartwheels in the sun'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/SCHj0R_4Z_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/aqqcLRx_xNU/s72-c/z32562933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-4594368437199225862</id><published>2008-05-03T20:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:10:50.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Small world and inaccurate first impressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Youtube - the mecca of all things random and thus the source of delightfully free entertainment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was getting my one-off dose of BRITAIN'S GOT TALENT on youtube and stumbled across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_dcnS-KZpE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_dcnS-KZpE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment he said "dancing on the streets of Manc", i did a double take and suddenly remembered HEY I SAW THIS DUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was visitng justin last summer and he took me to Manchester for a compulsory DIMSUM fix and we saw this kid streetdancing in the middle of town and obviously i was awe/dumbstruck and immediately thought to myself regretfully, &lt;em&gt;'this is where im meant to be, &lt;font color="#00cccc"&gt;vibrant&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;colourful&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;artsy-fartsy&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Manc&lt;/font&gt;..'&lt;/em&gt; (most of you knw i love dance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my eyes wandered to the buckets on the floor around him trying to pry spare change from spectators, saw his extended family that were there, and straightaway my cynicism got the better of me and thoughts like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'MAN this woman is pimping her son for chump change'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the things ppl make their kids do just cos they're too lazy to work' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean this kid was dancing his ass off and he was GOOD, i've seen better but you know still good wei, better than what i could ever churn out. hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i did give some of my spare change cos i really, really enjoyed his perf and wanted to encourage him. Besides, some part of me always feels like im violating and taking advantage of the perfomer when i watch but dont pay. LOL man, strip clubs would love me! LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lo and behold, the vid above proves how first impressions tend to be way of the mark! He was busking to earn money for his own dance classes and petrol money for his mom cos his family isnt well-off... seriously kudos to him man, he has the initiative and is self-sufficient with talent to boot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully he goes all they way to performing in front of the Queen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;still, I seriously dont get why Brits love their royals so much hehe..must be a Malaysian thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was his first audtion in 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j1bRAr7PdSk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j1bRAr7PdSk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's not ALL THAT but i like a story about hope, an underdog tirelessly fighting through adversity and never giving up as much as the next person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-4594368437199225862?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/4594368437199225862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=4594368437199225862&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/4594368437199225862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/4594368437199225862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/05/small-world-and-inaccurate-first.html' title='Small world and inaccurate first impressions'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-7090604044205606743</id><published>2008-04-27T06:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T06:44:15.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lone ranger</title><content type='html'>alright so, sitting in this dinky old kicthen (STILL)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i wish i had a teman :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-7090604044205606743?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/7090604044205606743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=7090604044205606743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/7090604044205606743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/7090604044205606743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/04/lone-ranger.html' title='lone ranger'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-2953827366961771477</id><published>2008-04-24T21:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:40:39.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'>APO!! well not really..but still..APO!!</title><content type='html'>that's 'pain' in KOREAN btw ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sitting for 18hrs straight on this SORRY EXCUSE FOR A CHAIR,working on my thesis, my BACK IS KILLING ME.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG im not exactly the 21 year old i used to be. though my mental state will forever remain stunted at the two-one milestone, my body stubbornly refuses to agree...gosh.. usually my adrenaline helps me cope well with pain and fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how red bull tastes like, never resorted to it before.. i need the buzz man and maybe some painkillers hahahaha.NAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between every few lines written on my thesis, i pepper the air with whinges about my useless back cos it seriously hurts man, CINCA APO! its just a dull pain which is more annoying than painful actually. hmmm. ok la im creating drama when there is none. but its fun to whinge leh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's no one to whinge to! &lt;br /&gt;*caresses blog* you'll do LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i wouldn't do for a deep heated back rub =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONG!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-2953827366961771477?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/2953827366961771477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=2953827366961771477&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/2953827366961771477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/2953827366961771477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/04/apo-well-not-reallybut-stillapo.html' title='APO!! well not really..but still..APO!!'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-8168042649864040531</id><published>2008-04-20T23:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:15.604Z</updated><title type='text'>THRILL RIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;just a simple THANK YOU to my LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for His protection during my skydive, void of fear or nervousness(but im siao like that, i live for the thrill baby ;p), plenty of adrenaline and excitement. PLUS the pretty weather as soon as we got up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog more about the skydive i did for charity once im done with my thesis ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied with pictures of me in a helmet that made me look like i was part of the cast from "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coneheads_%28film%29"&gt;CONEHEADS&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/SAvGTYn3vsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/L6IXQDJcePs/s1600-h/Coneheads_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191461031804124866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/SAvGTYn3vsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/L6IXQDJcePs/s320/Coneheads_Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; OBVIOUSLY im the pretty one on the left la &gt;&lt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didnt have enough money for a vid of the jump tho :( -----&gt;110 quid wei! oh well, only serves as an excuse to GO AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the free-fall (b4 the parachute is opened) was over too quick for my liking.. about 6,000 ft of free fall..dang it.. next time im gonna go 20,000 ft if i ever go for seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up: BUNGEE JUMPING IN NZ!...or europe, whichever opportunity arises 1st..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i think it would have been so much cooler tho if i had friends and family to see me jump.. i guess i would feel more bangga about it.. but family not here and friends all say they wanna come but all sleeping at home la :s tho i do admit it was too early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOYAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-8168042649864040531?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/8168042649864040531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=8168042649864040531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/8168042649864040531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/8168042649864040531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/04/thrill-ride.html' title='THRILL RIDE'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/SAvGTYn3vsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/L6IXQDJcePs/s72-c/Coneheads_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-882162565384713514</id><published>2008-04-10T17:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:15.770Z</updated><title type='text'>where's the momentum?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R_5GWzBb4-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/iKZKQygDSyk/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187661178244686818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R_5GWzBb4-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/iKZKQygDSyk/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;' okay allow yourself 2 secs to say your 2 cents worth....'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TSUEN YOU LAZY COW, CONCENTRATE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you love carbon fibre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you love research &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you love making things difficult for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;suck it up and deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AAAAGGGGHHHHHHH! AZA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's my battle cry btw...i know its sounds like im being strangled.&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/11590053-882162565384713514?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/882162565384713514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=882162565384713514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/882162565384713514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/882162565384713514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/04/wheres-momentum.html' title='where&apos;s the momentum?'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R_5GWzBb4-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/iKZKQygDSyk/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-8045566426819837074</id><published>2008-04-08T00:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:05:10.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'>wet blanket</title><content type='html'>like the millions of &lt;strike&gt;drones&lt;/strike&gt; fans out there i was eagerly anticipating the music video release of Madonna's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 MINUTES&lt;/span&gt; off her much-hyped album, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HARD CANDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and like them, i too felt let down by the Queen of Pop. BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean c'mon! you had the help of JT and Timbaland, not to mention a production and PR crew large enough to populate a small island... and you come up with.. that? talk about POTONG STEAM man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the song itself it &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ROCKIN'(!!)&lt;/span&gt; a head-boppin-booty-shaking ditty. I played it over and over again, OBSESSIVELY. the beats of the music actually take control of your body..well mine anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no deep, soulful or politcally conscious lyrics in sight but plenty of contagious beats baby. just pure &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ADRENALINE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music video may leave much to be desired..&lt;br /&gt;..but just the sound of beats make me wanna dance every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so someone take me to OCEANA when it finally opens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth be told i find the version with Timbaland rappin at the start PLAIN ANNOYING.(just like how he spoilt One Republic's Apologize with his monkey calls. altho it give them much needed publicity ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im posting this video which has no timbaland rap and no video clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZ5kDY6-JCw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZ5kDY6-JCw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-8045566426819837074?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/8045566426819837074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=8045566426819837074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/8045566426819837074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/8045566426819837074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/04/wet-blanket.html' title='wet blanket'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-1136288406423500770</id><published>2008-04-01T04:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T04:55:23.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soothing words</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"come back come back since you r ' charn ' and i will cook you herbs and drinks to ' youth ' u back heheheh....."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- mom, with her very own brand of english.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' But you are a shield around me , O Lord&lt;br /&gt;You bestow glory on me and lift up my head&lt;br /&gt;To the Lord I cry aloud&lt;br /&gt;and he answers me from his holy hill ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                    -Psalm 3 : 3-4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- GOD, with His perfect words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-1136288406423500770?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/1136288406423500770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=1136288406423500770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/1136288406423500770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/1136288406423500770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/04/soothing-words.html' title='Soothing words'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-1287543551544758101</id><published>2008-03-31T03:20:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:16.082Z</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Cannot Compare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R_BPno8rlPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WQyA-MKIozE/s1600-h/z55582644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183730713528866034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R_BPno8rlPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WQyA-MKIozE/s320/z55582644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endorphins my arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the feelings that overwhelm you with the slow realiasation that you're falling for that certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH. Why is it that Toms, Dicks and Henriettas everywhere are falling in love right, left and center? is it that easy? is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'It can't be.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean the very act of FALLING for someone is so hard for me, never mind whether &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the chosen one&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(lol)&lt;/span&gt; happens to reciprocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever i end up liking should damn well be honoured. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to blame this episode on my impending period, a cocktail of hormones and the whole she-bang but i'd just be lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. emo-ing sial, someone slap me.&lt;br /&gt;gotta jet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-1287543551544758101?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/1287543551544758101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=1287543551544758101&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/1287543551544758101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/1287543551544758101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/03/chocolate-cannot-compare.html' title='Chocolate Cannot Compare'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R_BPno8rlPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WQyA-MKIozE/s72-c/z55582644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-1504822220661941604</id><published>2008-03-28T05:24:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:16.572Z</updated><title type='text'>Where hope floats..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R-yGCo8rlOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/k02UgG3rGqI/s1600-h/DSC06009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182664651106391266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R-yGCo8rlOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/k02UgG3rGqI/s320/DSC06009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this picture of my 'rents cheered me up alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God i have parents with sense of humours, albeit in varying degrees and kinds. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's this kind of shot that, for a fleeting but precious moment, allows cynicism to sink into the murky depths your being and for hope to resurface- greeting the sunlight that it very rarely ever sees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm.. sounds like algea to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin your chatbox hates me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just turned &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to all my babes who went out of their way to constantly remind me how old i am -_-""... on facebook and through smses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yenny: babe! thanks for the quirky, delicious bday cake and having the good taste for picking out a present that's so ME. i love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shau fun: Woman! thanks for the wake up call from sg! even tho ur busy with work and stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;justin: Boey! thanks for your 26 Ringgit call man. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and guess who, or more appropriately what, turned up to greet me a great, big happy 2-2? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ginormous pimple on the area where my right sideburn would've been had i been born a male. It hurts like __*insert expletive of choice here*__!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great to see my body disagreeing with my age -_-""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap i hope i dont end up having like, adult acne..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,also:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am loving the increasing drama on Malaysian Dreamgirl! Thank God im not alone in thinking Cindy's freaky, nationless accent is nothing short of annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oohh and im loving Hanis's interaction with the camera! she's unpretentious and fast becoming less self-conscious when in the spotlight.&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/11590053-1504822220661941604?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/1504822220661941604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=1504822220661941604&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/1504822220661941604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/1504822220661941604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-hope-floats.html' title='Where hope floats..'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R-yGCo8rlOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/k02UgG3rGqI/s72-c/DSC06009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-7794484051804174139</id><published>2008-03-27T01:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:16.744Z</updated><title type='text'>It was supposed to be an email to my mother..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;.. then it turned into a good two paragraphs of ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i decided to put it here instead of clicking the 'send' button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what started as a reply to my mom's email:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i might check it out... thinking of applying for a summer internship with Centrica.. a gas company..prospects quite good, if you overlook the fact that it really has nothing to do with my course :P hahaha its more to chemical and mechanical..but as my course is mechanical based i thought: why the heck not? i mean its less intimidating than applying for an aerospace company.. geez mom i dont think i have wht it takes to be in aerospace...these ppl are HARD CORE..and im just some confused student who had to pick some course to get a degree..SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it feels like im stuck on an oarless dinghy, my fate determined by the fickle wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..drama queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ended up being a rant on how confused and miserable i was:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it feels like i know where im going, or have an idea at least but im not entirely sure if thats where i want to go. So much so that, both my mind and body are united in their fight against my current direction by physically representing it as the dreaded sin: SLOTH. i am so lazy now, it's like i've lost my fear. My fear of failing, of not getting a good mark on an exam. There is no more fear and because of that i am totally lost. Kiasuness counts for something you know, it brings a sense of purpose, a direction. Well that's if you dont question what exactly you are doing and why. Then kiasuness will do you just fine. If not, if suddenly you wake up and realise that you have lost your kiasuness, your fear... well it feels like you were a pre-programed robot. You had a goal, an objective and then suddenly before you could complete it, someone cruelly reboots your motherboard. Reformats everything and forgets to input a new system, like a fully functioning computer without Windows XP home edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny i used the word 'cruel' instead of 'liberating'. I guess thats the difference between the asian and western way of thinking. It's a well known notion that the western world encourages their young to think, to question for THEMSELVES. No mindless zombies in classrooms getting fed with textbook info because "thats just the way it is". Well this isnt entirely true as the classrooms in UK are increaingly becoming like the ones in Malaysia. The opressor mimicking the oppressed? Well that's one giant leap backwards for mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck did i want a challenge? I always make things difficult for myself. I wanted to play with the big boys. The men. I wanted to beat them at their own game. I wanted a CHALLENGE. Well good then Tsuen, cos now you're up to your ears in &lt;strike&gt;shit&lt;/strike&gt; challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit shit shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, im sick of looking around and seeing ppl not questioning. Because then that makes it a norm. And because a norm silently bullies you into submission. And i am suffocating and struggling here, because i followed a norm and NOW, i dont want to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We like to convince ourselves everyday, that this is where we want to be, this is what we want to be doing or rather, that we have no choice. Our grandparents did it, our parents did it and now we are supposed to do it. Because idealism certainly does not put food on the table now does it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn you Eve, for eating that apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182235674067834066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R-r_448rlNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UsvSQNlomhY/s320/IMG_1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. ok so now how do you tell people who look up to you that you have no clue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-7794484051804174139?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/7794484051804174139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=7794484051804174139&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/7794484051804174139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/7794484051804174139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-was-supposed-to-be-email-to-my.html' title='It was supposed to be an email to my mother..'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R-r_448rlNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UsvSQNlomhY/s72-c/IMG_1257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-5353330017982078964</id><published>2008-03-05T03:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:17.455Z</updated><title type='text'>A daughter's honest words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R8zfcm6PPpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ocIRd8cNvTI/s1600-h/PICT0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173755754516004498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R8zfcm6PPpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ocIRd8cNvTI/s320/PICT0407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD who thinks his cooking will take him places,&lt;br /&gt;The man whose lame jokes are always met by four blank faces,&lt;br /&gt;Who likes to use his heavy lidded eyes to create a funny frown,&lt;br /&gt;Another silver strand i see, slowly taking up stake on his jet black crown.&lt;br /&gt;(With help from chemicals ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD who would have you know his year of birth is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;The man is as vain as the night is long,&lt;br /&gt;Who dislikes being idle and prides himself on being a DIY handyman,&lt;br /&gt;And trying to get the other four to help is like searching for crop in a barren land.&lt;br /&gt;(In my defense, i do help when i &lt;strike&gt;like &lt;/strike&gt;can.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD who &lt;strike&gt;childishly&lt;/strike&gt; gamely fights for the remote controls with his 3 children,&lt;br /&gt;The man who thinks we don't know where he's kept the ASTRO card hidden,&lt;br /&gt;Who has since canceled ASTRO and proceeded to hog the internet access,&lt;br /&gt;A scene i'm glad i'm not home to witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173755758810971810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R8zfc26PPqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mUYhUUp2pVM/s320/PICT0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD whom i miss very much,&lt;br /&gt;The man i'm reminded of by seemingly insignificant things though we remain out-of-touch,&lt;br /&gt;A phrase here, a character trait there,&lt;br /&gt;My friends sometimes strike familiar chords of a father's care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD has the most appaling hand-writing,&lt;br /&gt;The man i would most cartainly not give up for a Uhm Tae Woong* sighting,&lt;br /&gt;Who throughout the years has taught me what he knows,&lt;br /&gt;He tirelessly persists in explaining just what&lt;s&gt;thehell&lt;/s&gt; is economics even as my impatience shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD has an unrelenting standard when it comes to posture and grammar,&lt;br /&gt;The man whose idea of himself is of one whom females can't help but clamour,&lt;br /&gt;Who passed on his love for horror and gore,&lt;br /&gt;Another Daddy? Hell no, i couldn't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;(Just don't ask me this when he's in the middle of a nag, with me being on the receiving end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* korean actor&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;em&gt;Armageddon&lt;/em&gt; just recently (i know im slow la, but &lt;em&gt;Deep Impact&lt;/em&gt; was enough to satisfy my doomsday motion picture needs ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Liv Tyler's character's dad and fiance were sent on a death mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this scene where it was either the dad or the lover who got left behind to detonate the bomb. The dad scarificed himself in the end for his daughter's happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if i were her and put in such a desperate situation as that but got to actually choose who stayed back on the asteroid (effectively ending his life) i'd choose the fiance. Sorry, my logic is that i only have one father, but i will always have another shot at love. To this my boss would say: Tsuen, means you've never been in love la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently according to his thoeries i'm too practical to fall desperately in love, you know the kind where all-rationale-goes-down-the-toilet-kinda-love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173755763105939122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R8zfdG6PPrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/M0a64dqMbQA/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PA!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it comforting to know that your eldest would rather choose to keep you over her future fiance if ever a ginormous asteroid was on a collision course towards earth?&lt;br /&gt;Although you can never trust a fickle woman's words while she's single. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;tsuen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-5353330017982078964?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/5353330017982078964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=5353330017982078964&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/5353330017982078964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/5353330017982078964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/03/daughters-honest-words.html' title='A daughter&apos;s honest words'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R8zfcm6PPpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ocIRd8cNvTI/s72-c/PICT0407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-5256698381257597623</id><published>2008-01-11T02:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:17.758Z</updated><title type='text'>You know exams are near when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R4bXnqAEXKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OCbdq3szjYU/s1600-h/AFRICA6_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154043899861556386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R4bXnqAEXKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OCbdq3szjYU/s320/AFRICA6_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tsuen's fingers are just itching to blog&lt;br /&gt;..about nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;.itch.scratch.there,done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super MOU LIU lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-5256698381257597623?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/5256698381257597623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=5256698381257597623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/5256698381257597623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/5256698381257597623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-know-exams-are-near-when.html' title='You know exams are near when...'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R4bXnqAEXKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OCbdq3szjYU/s72-c/AFRICA6_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-862049669163006078</id><published>2008-01-04T04:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:19.077Z</updated><title type='text'>Pre-traumatic exam stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R32xhqAEXHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/D-Kf02gSi-U/s1600-h/z51459767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151468740550089842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R32xhqAEXHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/D-Kf02gSi-U/s320/z51459767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say ignorance is bliss, and as I delude myself by immersing deeper and deeper into the land of celluloid, I find myself relishing the 90 minutes where I am in someone else’s world, as an observer. A situation where I don’t have to think about my own reality, where my mind can flow freely into another realm- a place of pretty colors, attractive people and a life accompanied by soundtrack- undisturbed by the jarring reality of the exam period and a major project. Just until this movie ends, I tell myself, and then I’ll start on the work I’ve neglected thus far but silently wish for the movie to last just that little bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151468736255122530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R32xhaAEXGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BRaTbCLW5KI/s320/88995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 2.30 a.m. and as the exam period draws suffocatingly closer, I find myself retracting deeper into fantasy in an absurdly vain attempt to ignore the inevitable and the constant that is reality. The reality of exams, of responsibility, of fear in the realization that I no longer have a grip on things, I’ve somehow lost my way and am overwhelmed by what is expected of me. What is it that I am supposed to be doing? Why am I not happy? I hold this probably misguided perception that artists are a lot happier than scientists, when its right brained versus left brained, the right brainers look like they have more fun, where as left brained people, by this I specifically mean engineers, look a lot more tense, stressed and unhappy. Or maybe I’m confusing myself with the general left-brained public. Maybe I’m the one that’s always tense and stressed, afraid that one day someone will expose me as a fraud- that I really am stupid or worse, unremarkable. I find myself increasingly entertaining thoughts of ‘what if I had studied psychology?’ I look at friends who study the subject and I am jealous. But what if I had studied psychology instead? Would I have been any happier? Deep down I think the answer to that question would be a resounding N-O. Because for all my ranting, whining and complaining, I think I am just a scared little girl who’s afraid to grow up and smell the bitter, cold coffee. It’s ironic though, that this should happen now. I have always been the responsible one, done the responsible thing and now on the verge of life with a whole new kind of responsibility i.e. a career, I am panicking like a caged animal. And the funny thing is, I don’t graduate until 2009, but the future still plays on and on in my mind like a broken record. Shite, if only someone would just destroy the gramophone, or in light of technology, the ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151469496464333954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R32yNqAEXII/AAAAAAAAAFk/PIHAAzJJ--0/s320/z52236166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just tried a test that confirmed what I knew all along- I am 50% left brained and 50% right brained. Split down the middle, on the fence, jack of all trades but master of none… unremarkable. I am messy, but in my messiness there is an internal structure, I am analytical but I am also creative, I can be anal but I can also be laid-back, in specific situations I like routine but I also like to live each day as it comes. So what am I? How would society define me? If only I was an extreme, if only I could only be brilliant at one thing, if only I was blindly passionate about one thing, which is what you see a lot of in the movies, protagonists that are either one or the other, never both. Unless in some unrealistic storylines, multi-talented individuals who not only can do just about anything but are excellent at it as well, ala James Bond, or the Bond of my generation- Jason Bourne of The Bourne Identity, Supremacy and Ultimatum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I write I’m blatantly aware that I’m wasting what precious little time I have before the exam period and am deliberately stalling on having to do data evaluation on my 3rd year project. I resent people who don’t have any papers to sit for, and right now I am not sorry for how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I guilty for enjoying myself as I write this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 3.45 a.m. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151469500759301266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R32yN6AEXJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/K_ux7jXYzE0/s320/z55035698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I need God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-862049669163006078?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/862049669163006078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=862049669163006078&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/862049669163006078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/862049669163006078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2008/01/pre-traumatic-exam-stress.html' title='Pre-traumatic exam stress'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R32xhqAEXHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/D-Kf02gSi-U/s72-c/z51459767.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-6548830447552457584</id><published>2007-12-10T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:20.455Z</updated><title type='text'>little one :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fattest baby&lt;/span&gt; of the lot..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(poor mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;skinniest teen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of them all&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eat some food woman! tho your cheekbones are lush ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142535781132037346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R131C-8cbOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7WYzc-RMSHY/s320/n504819555_158727_8423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;prettiest chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in my biased eyes&lt;em&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well&lt;em&gt; duh, shes related to me LOL) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142535544908836050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R1301O8cbNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KPe2hJG5Zj8/s320/n664460227_1666474_6842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;social butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that brings laughter, fun and sparkle into the room&lt;em&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(to some more so than others..pokes justin HARD in the ribs..lol, im just jokin y'all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dearest and most caring sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a person could &lt;strike&gt;be stuck with&lt;/strike&gt; ask for......&lt;br /&gt;(cos she knows i'll buy her stuff from the UK ;p teehee j/k..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(she really did pull the blanket over me when she thought i was sleeping :) awww..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142536249283472626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R131eO8cbPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6CiOFZB1rM4/s320/n504819555_158731_9453.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;To the one with the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brightest smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in a dark world.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(zomg corny!corny!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(way to go, braces! hah i kid, i kid. she always had/has a great smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142536253578439954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R131ee8cbRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6P9obSASNBs/s320/n504819555_158762_7588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tiny rebel&lt;/span&gt; in the family........&lt;br /&gt;(errr.. listen to ma and pa lahh~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;bag lady + incorrigible consumer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in a cold, commercial society.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(im just echoing mom's sentiments ;ppp for i too, have been bitten by the inevitable bug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142534956498316482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R130S-8cbMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uMbxwg3W_Qk/s320/39.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;darling sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who makes me feel so important when she calls me on the phone, wished me goodnight during my first night in UK, placed a plate in my seat at the dinner table when i'd left for UK, cried for me when my 'bf' broke up with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. i'm sorry for all the times i fought with you, hurt you and neglected you :( please forgive me..and let's shop to death if and when i return! love you loads :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lim Huei Yuih&lt;/span&gt;..the salty fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142536249283472642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R131eO8cbQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AVbk29Gx4BM/s320/n504819555_158733_9978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY! YOU'RE ALMOST LEGAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what? the clubbing age increase to 21 what, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry i cant be at luna's with you babe :( have loads of crazy fun and dont go overboard with the alco. what i mean is, dont even touch a drop!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: thanks to Ray whom i stole the pics from. hone that talent baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-6548830447552457584?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/6548830447552457584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=6548830447552457584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/6548830447552457584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/6548830447552457584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-one.html' title='little one :)'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/R131C-8cbOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7WYzc-RMSHY/s72-c/n504819555_158727_8423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-6012332092382502069</id><published>2007-11-07T03:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:23.182Z</updated><title type='text'>I beg your pardon?</title><content type='html'>i KOWTOW to this woman.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RzE5bSPSEoI/AAAAAAAAADo/fug_fCibLo4/s1600-h/MOMbday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129944591466893954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RzE5bSPSEoI/AAAAAAAAADo/fug_fCibLo4/s320/MOMbday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(since my mom is the way she is,i can get away with calling her 'woman' lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and yes, forgetful daugthers grow unsightly facial hair as punishment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY MOM - born on the 4th of NOV 19(..) but her useless daughter is only giving her a bday shoutout now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry MA, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lui yee but hau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (to the people's republic of BANANAS: its canto for 'daughter has no sense of filial piety' :S) *begins to recount whole sob story as to why she couldnt call or even sms*-nah there's no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but sincerely from the bottom of my heart...&lt;br /&gt;*imagine me on my knees with a sappy puppy dog face* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MOM!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RzE6HCPSEqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Uwo9I9aOxXc/s1600-h/MA+BDAY+CARD.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129945343086170786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RzE6HCPSEqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Uwo9I9aOxXc/s320/MA+BDAY+CARD.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope the kids and the husband were on their best behaviour that day and cleaned up the whole house for you! (oh well, maybe in a perfect world ;p) and i REALLY REALLY hope you guys didnt go &lt;em&gt;'lao di fang'&lt;/em&gt; againnnnn...*eyes my mother suspiciously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was definately on my best behaviour la, not even in the country to kacau you..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God for you :) .. and your little quirks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RzE6GiPSEpI/AAAAAAAAADw/JAWhZEhOBhs/s1600-h/PICT2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129945334496236178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RzE6GiPSEpI/AAAAAAAAADw/JAWhZEhOBhs/s320/PICT2253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aiyak later gotta write justin's one...okla write now :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUSTIN! DONT GO OVERBOARD WITH THE BOOZE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;done ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHHAA. okla later, lemme sleep 1st *ilek*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-6012332092382502069?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/6012332092382502069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=6012332092382502069&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/6012332092382502069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/6012332092382502069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-beg-your-pardon.html' title='I beg your pardon?'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RzE5bSPSEoI/AAAAAAAAADo/fug_fCibLo4/s72-c/MOMbday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-5729130186887167760</id><published>2007-11-04T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:23.997Z</updated><title type='text'>Past life, perhaps?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;English, my chinese-pride self is sad to say, is my first language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past 21 odd years i have have naturally been dreaming in english except of course for dreams that play out like a silent movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT last night, i dreamt entirely in CANTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; cantonese baby.&lt;br /&gt;A grainy, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sepia-tinted&lt;/span&gt; dream set in the 1920s - bittersweet and....thoroughly weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Ry3xjSPSEmI/AAAAAAAAADY/LDsPlhTMyiQ/s1600-h/chingchongjoke.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Ry30dSPSEnI/AAAAAAAAADg/5ZmqBniNsrM/s1600-h/chingchongjoke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129024334594183794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Ry30dSPSEnI/AAAAAAAAADg/5ZmqBniNsrM/s320/chingchongjoke.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(those who are aware of the Rosie o'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;onnell &lt;em&gt;chingchong scandal&lt;/em&gt; on The View will get my joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for the day, if ever, i dream entirely in BAHASA MELAYU, like one of those PETRONAS national-pride+unity ads. Now that would be well, totally fake....... but still killer! Of course if my ex-BM teachers were somehow able to listen in, it would probably be a finger nails vs. blackboard experience ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Ry3qviPSEjI/AAAAAAAAADE/L-3BkhQml0E/s1600-h/P1020879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129013653010518578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Ry3qviPSEjI/AAAAAAAAADE/L-3BkhQml0E/s320/P1020879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kenny, jyh giin and moi in a hostel in Vienna, Austria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Ry3rfiPSEkI/AAAAAAAAADM/nFgv6JKiwsc/s1600-h/P1020888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129014477644239426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Ry3rfiPSEkI/AAAAAAAAADM/nFgv6JKiwsc/s320/P1020888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;kenny my adopted kum mou reading me a bedtime story. Yes, im his self-appointed niece, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Ry3qXSPSEiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/doZaxkgYQug/s1600-h/P1020892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129013236398690850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Ry3qXSPSEiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/doZaxkgYQug/s320/P1020892.JPG" 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;im obviously dreaming in japanese. obviously.. ;p what else explains me doing that ridiculous pose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what a multi-linguist's dreams are like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-5729130186887167760?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/5729130186887167760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=5729130186887167760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/5729130186887167760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/5729130186887167760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2007/11/past-life-perhaps.html' title='Past life, perhaps?'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Ry30dSPSEnI/AAAAAAAAADg/5ZmqBniNsrM/s72-c/chingchongjoke.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-386014340047857382</id><published>2007-06-27T14:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:24.775Z</updated><title type='text'>underaged appeal</title><content type='html'>surfing through youtube i stumbled upon cute+hilarious asian boys. mmm-mmm reason why you should stick to your roots *GRIN* unfortunately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all a'them babies yo..like my bro's age or something *shiver*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a peado. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"samples":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO ashamed, must be going through a phase or something. (the ending is really spastic- in a good way ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AXTWsDbcXs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AXTWsDbcXs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone say HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqdMkPxP4pc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqdMkPxP4pc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one REALLY reminded me of my bro huahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;for the record: i dont like this one, i just thought it was hilarious he reminded me of my bro. He says some hilarious, but true, things.&lt;br /&gt;ALSO for the record: My bro doesnt act like he's black, jamaican(insert Sean Paul here) maybe but not gangsta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeNUGIQE2dM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeNUGIQE2dM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MAKE SURE YOU GET STRAIGHT A OR I'LL BEAT'CHA ASS!" &lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, went out with moyo and ramsay last fri for dinner to bid farewell to good ol' ramsay as he embarks on his internship+year placement journey with Britten-Norman. (Trish couldnt come cos of a bad back-bummer) Wont be seeing him in class next year then. BOO.. as much as it hurts my ego to type this, i will miss him- just dont tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun wasting my time with ya. cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RoJp19pvI2I/AAAAAAAAACc/njU_yeSypXw/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RoJp19pvI2I/AAAAAAAAACc/njU_yeSypXw/s320/DSC00695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080739705430942562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly and Ramsay. i had a vodka+coke which would explain my tomato face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RoJqPNpvI3I/AAAAAAAAACk/QcBOEPgi7dw/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RoJqPNpvI3I/AAAAAAAAACk/QcBOEPgi7dw/s320/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080740139222639474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricked him into doing the kawaii pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RoJqY9pvI4I/AAAAAAAAACs/45xP2NHEB9c/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RoJqY9pvI4I/AAAAAAAAACs/45xP2NHEB9c/s320/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080740306726364034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricked all a'them! classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures were taken during our trip to Cranfield, haven't blogged about it yet &gt;&lt; dont think i will really- cept that it was AWESOME! and the vids were hilarious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-386014340047857382?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/386014340047857382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=386014340047857382&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/386014340047857382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/386014340047857382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2007/06/underaged-appeal.html' title='underaged appeal'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RoJp19pvI2I/AAAAAAAAACc/njU_yeSypXw/s72-c/DSC00695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-7155574771805645511</id><published>2007-06-19T01:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:25.038Z</updated><title type='text'>Pa :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RndYIDHdNcI/AAAAAAAAACU/heWJbo_e6PA/s1600-h/PICT2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077624000182302146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RndYIDHdNcI/AAAAAAAAACU/heWJbo_e6PA/s320/PICT2286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He has got the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lamest sense-of-humour&lt;/span&gt; - its so utterly -_-"""""""""" . Its so not funny that its funny. Though he has his moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He is intelligent&lt;/span&gt; - He knows a whole lot and for someone with no engineering background he sure sounds like one- constantly seeing the practical and technical side of things. Well read in many areas. Though he cant teach economics to save his life ;ppp &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is Mr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Fix-It&lt;/span&gt; - Takes it upon himself to fix things around the hse with mixed results :S haha but one of my fondest father-daughter bonding moments is when we fixed my cupboard hinge and dining table light- technical and electrical skills right there ppl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He makes me feel smart :)&lt;/span&gt; - My dad likes to test me from time to time, and i am always surprised that i can answer most of the time, its like "hey i didnt know i knew that". Plus, if he doesnt know something he always asks me, assuming that i know the answer. *stress-nya*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is the household 'mind-your-grammar' english teacher&lt;/span&gt; - Much to his chagrin we still continue to speak in Manglish *grin*. My friends are always so surprised at how well he speaks english, with no malaysian accent to be heard . His attempts at manglish however (trying to be funny no doubt), is almost always met with confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cant speak proper 'bad english' ROTFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He is my horror movie kaki&lt;/span&gt; - we tried including the rest of the fam only for them to pay RM7.00 to stare at the back of their hands or hide behind the popcorn. My dad sets the standard when it comes to being able to stomache horror and gore. So if he says its good, its good. Im STILL sore that you watched Nang-nak without me pa *blek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is THE spoiler king&lt;/span&gt; - If he's seen a movie i have not, i shut him off before he can ruin it for me *hmph* Its a battle of volume and usually consists of me shouting "STOP", "SHUT UP","KEEP QUIET" or "ENOUGH LA, PA!" in vain attempt to drown out his big mouth. If all else fails i cover my ears and belt some crazy tune. He doesnt do it on purpose of course but he just likes to explain things with a tad too much detail and doesnt realise when he's given the twist away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings us to his next trait:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is the mayor of cheong hei town&lt;/span&gt; (and i say that lovingly *blink**blink*)- So dont blame me, its genetic. huahuahua. (its ironic that this is the shortest verse in the whole post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He is my sparing partner&lt;/span&gt; - most of the time its boxing. Nothing technical, more like blindly throwing your weight around(on my part anyway).heh. Of course he's faster, stronger and more accurate- so me and my siblings gang up on him, to which he so conveniently cries "parental abuse". HAH! monkey see monkey do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He is a health buff&lt;/span&gt; - he's more toned and healthy than me! *paiseh* hey, im young! i can afford to be a lump of lard. im definately gonna get a nagging. but its fun when im halfway to my deathbed after a workout session at the park and there is still an uphill climb to our house, i can hold onto my dad and he'll pull me uphill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He is a new-age man&lt;/span&gt; - He uses my facial wash! even i dont use my facial wash. One good thing: he's got no qualms when buying sanitary pads. heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He is my Burger Ramlee flunkee&lt;/span&gt; - Pa, get me a burger ramlee! and off he goes- this is only when he's craving for it too -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is a champion debater&lt;/span&gt; - when it comes to debating, me: superman; dad: krptonite. So, dont. Even. Start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He is adventerous&lt;/span&gt; - He likes to think himself an action man. Err.. Always wanting to challenge me at basketball or rock-climbing, never did get around to it though haha. But when it comes to FOOD, anything goes. If there any leftovers in the fridge after dinner no one wants the maggi mee he cooks for supper cos it becomes a disgusting concoction of sorts. MY DAD WILL EAT ANYTHING. Luckily im more like my dad in this department than my mom-typical chinaman tastebuds keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He has got cakar ayam handwriting&lt;/span&gt; - Terrible. He cant even read his own writing sometimes *paiseh* hahaha. Sigh, i miss teasing him about it tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dad dearly. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my 21 years of life my dad has tried his best to be a good father and looking at me id say he's done a pretty darn good job, dont you? hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fine, fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all seriousness, although my dad has his faults(who doesnt?) but i believe he's done his best to be a good, responsible and kind dad. Omg that sounded so cliche- but only because its the truth :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY FATHERS DAY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its the one day of the year where you can say mushy, cringe-worthy things and get away with it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-7155574771805645511?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/7155574771805645511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=7155574771805645511&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/7155574771805645511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/7155574771805645511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2007/06/pa.html' title='Pa :)'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RndYIDHdNcI/AAAAAAAAACU/heWJbo_e6PA/s72-c/PICT2286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-7605967727176226271</id><published>2007-06-04T02:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:25.282Z</updated><title type='text'>A proper SHOUTOUT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHAU FUN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RmLmCe2sTfI/AAAAAAAAACI/ldFvPrWg0bU/s1600-h/bday+shoutout.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071869060689186290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RmLmCe2sTfI/AAAAAAAAACI/ldFvPrWg0bU/s320/bday+shoutout.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's someone who's been with me through rainbows and sunshine; dark clouds and stormy weather.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's the one who got me hooked on Liverpool FC. We'd scream like raving lunatics at 3 a.m. if there was a liv footie match during our sleepovers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She used to be known as mrs stevie g but prolly prefers that i call her Mrs K*** now &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*snigger*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She so "graciously" forgives me when i tell her about my crushes and crushees...only after ive stopped liking them and they've stopped liking me hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;still smiles when her birthday and christmas presents are late. (but i wasnt this yr! huahuahua)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she's got the whole package- a beauty with brains and a wicked sense of humour to boot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she treasures her friendships which is why even tho we've gone our seperate ways we're still close. she's really the glue that keeps us together cos, as she knows very well, i dont really bother with phone calls and e-mails &gt;&lt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;everytime i shop with this woman id buy something - this was way before my discovery and subsequent addiction to retail therapy. haha she's bad for my wallet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we finish each others sentences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she's the only person i have enough patience to teach cos she gets it right away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she's the one who designed clothes with me in our little exercise books and sold our 'designs' to our fellow classmates. hahahhaa omg shau fun, remember those times? we'd practically force them to buy the designs. so fun. and actually got to a point where we were goooood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and gave ourselves ridiculous english names. i laugh now at the names we thought were so cool back then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;remember our 'ode to Diana' scrap book? we never finished it ;p we used to think Prince William was so cute back then. ugh, how typical *gag*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She liked Brian Littrel and Sporty Spice while I liked Kevin Richardson and Posh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We liked the same boy in Standard 6 but never fell out over it ;p although there was a hint of competitiveness. haha. We saw him in college again and thought "omg so lala" ROTFL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In primary school, if we were ever angry with each other we'd send notes but made up b4 the day ended. It really cracks me up when i think about all the 'friendship' dramas back then and the times when we had to be mediators/ "middle men". Gawd, what a big deal we all made of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did our homework "together" on the phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We tricked Anna's cousin into thinking we were her Australian cousins! how we pulled off the accent ill never know. It was brilliant! couldnt stop laughing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Played prank calls on our crush till he started swearing. poor guy. kami perempuan tak tahu malu sial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleepovers were the highly anticipated highlight of our hols; and we'd talk and laugh through the night till our tummys ached and our eyelids were heavy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's the picky-est person i know when it comes to guys. yes ppl, shes pickier than me...huahuahua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's someone whose friendship i will treasure the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a bond that runs deep and thus, still survives even though we dont speak often. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been almost 14 years my (best)friend..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now we, at 21, can officially be called 'aunties' ahhhhhhhh..noooooooo too fast! too fast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But whatever it is, and however corny it may sound, i hope that your journey into adulthood begins with a BANG and is not too rocky a path. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hopefully, when we're 30 and married to great guys (*cross fingers*), we'd still have sleepovers ;p and our husbands can keep each other company whilst we gossip and guffaw through the night. *wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hugs and much love from the UK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tsuen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-7605967727176226271?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/7605967727176226271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=7605967727176226271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-1420701193526840599</id><published>2007-05-29T18:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:32:24.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY MS SIM SHAU FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry there was no sms, i was mentally and physically immersed in DYNAMICS 1. hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shoutout is only temporary as im at my last two 'hurdles' and lest i trip over and break my neck, i need to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ignore this, take it as a formality and wait for the REAL shoutout ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love u babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-1420701193526840599?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-3157726417031391126</id><published>2007-05-27T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:26.148Z</updated><title type='text'>The exam period is fertile ground for distractions</title><content type='html'>i will blog to get it off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want this digicamera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RlnEfu2sTZI/AAAAAAAAABY/_ZbVn3Q4uCQ/s1600-h/20073269536746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069298905014619538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RlnEfu2sTZI/AAAAAAAAABY/_ZbVn3Q4uCQ/s320/20073269536746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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tricky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RlnHX-2sTdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZyWox3fw0uM/s1600-h/taewoongi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069302070405516754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RlnHX-2sTdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZyWox3fw0uM/s320/taewoongi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RlnHJO2sTcI/AAAAAAAAABw/JGHcW3NR0wI/s1600-h/smile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069301817002446274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="300" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RlnHJO2sTcI/AAAAAAAAABw/JGHcW3NR0wI/s320/smile1.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RlnH-e2sTeI/AAAAAAAAACA/rjPCL3atxRo/s1600-h/normal_eomtaeowoong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069302731830480354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" height="298" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RlnH-e2sTeI/AAAAAAAAACA/rjPCL3atxRo/s320/normal_eomtaeowoong.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;call me superficial + delusional + wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i run deeper than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&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/11590053-3157726417031391126?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/3157726417031391126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=3157726417031391126&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/3157726417031391126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/3157726417031391126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2007/05/exam-periods-are-fertile-ground-for.html' title='The exam period is fertile ground for distractions'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RlnEfu2sTZI/AAAAAAAAABY/_ZbVn3Q4uCQ/s72-c/20073269536746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-6589991673013745422</id><published>2007-05-23T16:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T17:28:43.781+01:00</updated><title type='text'>excuse my french</title><content type='html'>one word describes today's exam paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE. WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it aint pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone fly me to korea.&lt;br /&gt;to meet my oppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im delusional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-6589991673013745422?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/6589991673013745422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=6589991673013745422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/6589991673013745422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/6589991673013745422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2007/05/excuse-my-french.html' title='excuse my french'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-1611580456184831636</id><published>2007-05-13T18:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:26.979Z</updated><title type='text'>JANE SHUM YUT KIEW/ MRS LIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RkdHAYPgzkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QRDjYuifLjI/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064094377834499650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RkdHAYPgzkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QRDjYuifLjI/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE IS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;small in stature; big in heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passive in conversation; active in prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;light in cooking style; heavy in wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weak at dishing out discipline but skilled at emotional blakmail(&gt;.&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may not be book-smart but has truckloads of common sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;paranoid but with good intentions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shorter than her kids but taller in spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a nagger but also someone who listens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comedic but also gets scarily stone-faced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an elder sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a cousin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an aunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOT a grandma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(hell, i aint ready ;p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sacrificial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mom, though motherhood/parenthood is 1 year of joy and 50 years of suffering, i sure hope that that one year makes the other fifty worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pa, take her to Kiew Kiew Parlour for a massage! hahaha (private joke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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/11590053-1611580456184831636?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/1611580456184831636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=1611580456184831636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/1611580456184831636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/1611580456184831636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2007/05/jane-shum-yut-kiew-mrs-lim.html' title='JANE SHUM YUT KIEW/ MRS LIM'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RkdHAYPgzkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QRDjYuifLjI/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-6289725181575657758</id><published>2007-05-12T17:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:27.174Z</updated><title type='text'>100%</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RkXwKYPgziI/AAAAAAAAABA/mvQZYnEShQI/s1600-h/z38281864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063717417144864290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RkXwKYPgziI/AAAAAAAAABA/mvQZYnEShQI/s320/z38281864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;shucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my mom is hilarious :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-6289725181575657758?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/6289725181575657758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=6289725181575657758&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/6289725181575657758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/6289725181575657758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2007/05/100.html' title='100%'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RkXwKYPgziI/AAAAAAAAABA/mvQZYnEShQI/s72-c/z38281864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-5812073395830435080</id><published>2007-05-10T01:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:27.380Z</updated><title type='text'>serial mugger</title><content type='html'>i have just spent a record &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13 hours&lt;/span&gt; at UNI today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugging on a project hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was almost the last person to leave the engineering building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite creepy having the whole partially lit building to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just only one PHD student whom i could see from the lab windows left to 'accompany' me. His back was facing me therefore i could see his computer screen, nothing much to report tho- he wasnt using the high-speed/bandwidth uni connection to do anything&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCANDALOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahuahua. shame, i was getting a tad bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case u think im a total sad case being able to take such inhumane hours at the uni all alone, i wasnt- i had friends there with me for about 10 hours. delirium got to them - weaklings.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RkJq8IPgzhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tcNgoK9_DBs/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062726512355102226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RkJq8IPgzhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tcNgoK9_DBs/s320/DSC00005.JPG" 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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this was me last term, pretending to be hardworking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-5812073395830435080?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/5812073395830435080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=5812073395830435080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/5812073395830435080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/5812073395830435080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2007/05/serial-mugger.html' title='serial mugger'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RkJq8IPgzhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tcNgoK9_DBs/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-3827558228029718015</id><published>2007-05-09T02:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:27.761Z</updated><title type='text'>of race car dynamics and ridiculous theories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RkEquYPgzfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jdCfSo-DHCs/s1600-h/z32562933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062374432411012594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RkEquYPgzfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jdCfSo-DHCs/s320/z32562933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive rediscovered my passion for engineering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..amazing what the beauty and power of a good debate+discussion can do to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i sound like a total nerd, so what? im happy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RkEs24PgzgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/r8-oSYmO6Tc/s1600-h/IMG_8772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062376777463156226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RkEs24PgzgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/r8-oSYmO6Tc/s320/IMG_8772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unphotoshopped, home made version with a total disregard of lighting+angles and all that jazz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rock out, rock hard people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-3827558228029718015?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/3827558228029718015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=3827558228029718015&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/3827558228029718015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/3827558228029718015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-race-car-dynamics-and-ridiculous.html' title='of race car dynamics and ridiculous theories'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/RkEquYPgzfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jdCfSo-DHCs/s72-c/z32562933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-856530796288005511</id><published>2007-05-07T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:28.203Z</updated><title type='text'>there is so much..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just dont know where to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Rj53_oPgzdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/E0qnPVgH7RM/s1600-h/z26627894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061614966228962770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Rj53_oPgzdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/E0qnPVgH7RM/s320/z26627894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart and ego are waging war with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why this person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this place so barren that i've hung on to the most unlikely choice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a choice which begs a question that can never be answered. Or rather, i dont want it answered because i know very well that he's been &lt;em&gt;cut&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'll never be her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shau fun, my ego was winning and then he does something, and my heart answers. Damn it, it answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having a conversation with a friend the other day on the subject of chemistry- not of science but of the boy-meets-girl variety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he said, why do you need chemistry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;excuse me? i dont know about you but id like to date someone because we clicked on some level and not out of boredom or the fact that i want to move out of single-ville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not being picky and i wont settle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swansea is barren. swansea is barren. it's the perfect place to study. and yet, there's that boy whose eye contact i crave but really, we have nothing to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contradictory rant i know. i technically like no one but maybe because of that i do like someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having serious doubts about engineering. i'm thinking i should've done something else, something that comes naturally, like a second skin- effortless and comfortable. Something like psychology or english lit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, deep down im just making excuses. i'm like a guy who's about to get hitched and knows he will miss his batchelorhood so badly he's getting cold feet. And turning 21 did it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 is different. Its an age where responsibilities are no longer a priviledge but something that is expected of you. As a child i always prided myself in doing the responsible thing. I had a choice, and i was responsible. But now, i no longer have a choice, rather im obligated to do it. For now, it's summer placement, soon a job, then marriage and subsequetly maybe, someday, children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 is no different and yet, it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im sucking it up and sticking to my guns. engineering it is. I enjoyed my trip to Airbus :) it was alot of fun. But these people are brilliant and the fact is im scared of being called stupid. Engineering - the men are brilliant and confident while the women are still very much second class. Tsuen, you've always wanted to rumble with the big boys, now buck up and show them what you got!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Rj54WoPgzeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/v3qXIEzo0Uk/s1600-h/z45998204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061615361365954018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Rj54WoPgzeI/AAAAAAAAAAg/v3qXIEzo0Uk/s320/z45998204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont run from adulthood. dont run from your responsibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry guys, heavy issues and internal struggles are the theme of this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, contraditory rants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need prayer and i need people who can support me spiritually. I need direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this'll only get my parents worried. but what the hey i need to let it out. i'll expect a call. hohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: my 21st birthday was awesome tho! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pics are from the "heartempics" link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i have to get back to: Understanding race car dynamics&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/11590053-856530796288005511?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/856530796288005511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=856530796288005511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/856530796288005511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/856530796288005511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2007/05/there-is-so-much.html' title='there is so much..'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/Rj53_oPgzdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/E0qnPVgH7RM/s72-c/z26627894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-5812138690099923698</id><published>2007-03-12T14:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-12T14:56:49.024Z</updated><title type='text'>its just the way the cookie crumbles</title><content type='html'>people make you cynical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-5812138690099923698?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/5812138690099923698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=5812138690099923698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/5812138690099923698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/5812138690099923698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-just-way-cookie-crumbles.html' title='its just the way the cookie crumbles'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-7416051947701547612</id><published>2007-03-05T03:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:39:28.366Z</updated><title type='text'>an exception :)</title><content type='html'>yeap i know i've been shirking blogging duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plead, not guilty. I've been busy! haha ok not as busy as Alison but she gives the Energizer Bunny a run for his money. How she finds the time.. God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im making an exception today. Cos, its my DADDY'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/ReuV6zUqxMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NUX6Ll2y5Ic/s1600-h/PICT2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038285445585880258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/ReuV6zUqxMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NUX6Ll2y5Ic/s320/PICT2286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to take time out of my busy schedule *cough**cough* to SHOUT OUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY **TH BIRTHDAY PA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER YEAR YOUNGER! (as he likes to say)&lt;br /&gt;HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;DONT WORRY YOU STILL LOOK 30! ok maybe 35 ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for funding my education, i hope i dont let you down. Your 20 years worth of &lt;strike&gt;nags&lt;/strike&gt; opinions/advice make sense (filtered version of course huahuahua) and i'll try to keep them close to heart. &lt;3 thanks pa, LOVE YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im babbling pls excuse me as im really knackered.&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna miss my 10 a.m. lect tomorrow. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging will resume as normal after the 17th of March 2007. Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;This broadcast was brought to you by the slightly off-kilter and obviously sleep deprived Tsuen Ltd.&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;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-7416051947701547612?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/7416051947701547612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=7416051947701547612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/7416051947701547612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/7416051947701547612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2007/03/exception.html' title='an exception :)'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lH1jJ-EuYGY/ReuV6zUqxMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NUX6Ll2y5Ic/s72-c/PICT2286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-116629781619754124</id><published>2006-12-16T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T19:36:56.276Z</updated><title type='text'>leaving on a jetplane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/1600/78427/14102006%20%28287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/320/357281/14102006%20%28287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; STOKED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/1600/709139/DSC00797.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eviiiiill grinnn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im leaving tomorrow for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;VEINNA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SALZBURG&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;KITZBUHEL&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PRAGUE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so long swansea.&lt;br /&gt;but before that il be going to london and maybe meet up with justin then meet up with friends for a KOREAN BBQ dinner!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wallet's a' burnin' but im a' chillin' ( shush! no one asked your opinion about my lyrical ability) ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;czech korona's has quite an interesting look to it ;p euros are just plain ugly.&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas ball updates and pics : sorry guys, had no time cos straight after that i had to throw myself into assignments hell. 2 last week. 3 this week. i can safely say i have been working on 48 HOUR DAYS THESE PAST TWO WEEKS. just so i can hand it all in before my trip. running on pure adrenaline was what kept my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best part was when this huge weight lifted knowing i had finished my assignments ON SCHEDULE. *pats self on back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway for xmas ball pics, just click on the "alison" and "janelle" links. gotta scroll down somewhat because they are just so friggin free to blog *grumble* *grumble* kekekee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the details? use ur imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta jet jet jet jet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-116629781619754124?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/116629781619754124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=116629781619754124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116629781619754124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116629781619754124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/12/leaving-on-jetplane.html' title='leaving on a jetplane'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-116521144419898480</id><published>2006-12-03T05:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:42:41.986Z</updated><title type='text'>shout out to the hunnybunny(not mine ;p) and the rockkchick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/1600/424775/37971016138447l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/320/817707/37971016138447l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONG SZE WUEN HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY WOMANNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and yea, i just HAD to reveal your age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's it feel to be in the land of the 2's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this mental woman is just a bundle of energy, loud-noise and laughs. plus, a karate expert who could kick your a*se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have gone through many universally audible, lung-bursting laughs and teary teary boo hoo boo hoos with her :) i miss this girl havent seen her for so long.. but thank God when we chat on msn we still verbally abuse each other like old times.. hahahaha she hasnt changed a bit(in a good way), cept for the fact she wears make up and dresses now! haha i never thought id live to see the day ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely love this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/1600/314250/we%2520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/320/570797/we%2520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KITTY HAPPY 20TH TOOOOOOOOOOOOO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its tragic that im not there to celebrate with ya :( but at least chingz is there to pui you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love hangin' with this woman. she always cracks me up or rather i always crack her up which in turn cracks me up. she laughs at the most random things, which is good cos then we can both be loony-crazy loves company *wink**wink* im glad i got to spend quite a bit of time with her when i went back for summer. i had a great time oggling random guys, cam-whoring and cracking lame jokes with ya. plus she can rock a tune like nobody's business ;p you can! stop being so humble hahahaha. do you still go for the open mic gigs? when you perform vid rec it and send it ova!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look like a retard but she looks gorgeous here ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart them both. miss you guys loads!!! and wuen you owe me a recount on the beginning of your current looovee interest. haha i am so 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you had great ones girls. dont get too plastered! ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-116521144419898480?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/116521144419898480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=116521144419898480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116521144419898480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116521144419898480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/12/shout-out-to-hunnybunnynot-mine-p-and.html' title='shout out to the hunnybunny(not mine ;p) and the rockkchick'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-116495101208637321</id><published>2006-12-01T03:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T05:33:55.246Z</updated><title type='text'>stuck like a stick in the mud</title><content type='html'>self-explanatory -_- but purely reffering to uni &lt;strike&gt;torture&lt;/strike&gt; work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lovin IE's new layout+concept, tho it does lag a little..pft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a two hour break from uni work to celebrate yuen leng's 20th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 20TH WOMAN. WE GOT YOU GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROUP PIC! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/1600/994401/P1030795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/320/989076/P1030795.jpg" 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;FAV PIC OF THE NIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPS CLUBBING: GOLONGAN REMAJA DITANGKAP DALAM SERBUAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/1600/636784/P1030779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/320/342169/P1030779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KUALA LUMPUR, Jumaat: Gejala golongan remaja pada zaman moden semakin melampaui batas imaginisasi. Oleh it, tidak hairanlah, ramai remaja kini terjebak dalam kehidupan yang tak bermoral. Perbuatan tak senonoh yang dulu dianggap menjatuhkan maruah seseorang, kini dijadikan sebagai panduan kehidupan moden. Apabila OPS CLUBBING yang dijalankan semalam di salah satu disko di bangsar, sebuah kawasan yang kerap dikunjungi oleh golongan “hip”, pihak berkuasa didapati ramai daripada pengunjung disko itu adalah remaja di bawah umur dari segi undang-undang . Bukan itu sahaja, ramai daripada mereka didapati di bawah pengaruh pil khayal and juga ada sesetengah gadis bohsia yang berpakaian hampir bogel sedang menawarkan perkhidmatan “istimewa” untuk menyokong tabiat buruk mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar dari kiri: penagih, gadis bohsia dan bapak ayam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAYA SHIOK SENDIRI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. i was cracking up while writing that news report. AIYOH really showed my level of BM is beyond low. damn shiok sendiri wei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit to this handy &lt;a href="http://search.cari.com.my/dictionary/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; for making my BM appear barely passable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say koon, if you read this, make lewis and kenny read it as well. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: that girl aint me. and ask pa to translate for you ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: THIS "NEWS REPORT" IS LOCATED FIRMLY UNDER THE TERM &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FICTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: this whole post dissapeared b4 i could save it bcos smart me decided to tinker with the html coding. NEVER AGAIN. ask yenny, i practically threw a fit. seizures and the whole she-bang. it was hard+tedious to write in malay yo! surela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta jet. i couldve finished this sooo much earlier but it dissapeared on me and i didnt want to sleep with unfinished business so i trudged on. i predict il miss class tomoro -_- I PRACTICALLY BROKE OUT IN HIVES WRITING THIS STUPID THING AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-116495101208637321?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/116495101208637321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=116495101208637321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116495101208637321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116495101208637321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/12/stuck-like-stick-in-mud.html' title='stuck like a stick in the mud'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-116485983550027257</id><published>2006-11-30T04:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-30T04:10:35.563Z</updated><title type='text'>progress is always good ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/1600/468701/DSC00244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/320/530309/DSC00244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAY! there's finally &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PROGRESS&lt;/span&gt; on my flight mech assignment!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ignore the fact that i've been sitting in the kitch for nearly 8 hrs now and only done 3 questions. its tedioussss man, im about to go blind staring at all my data on excel @_@ *&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pengsan&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but STILL! PROGRESS BABY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's bad studying and doing work in the kitch, food is always so easily accessible. they call out to me..... lets hope i will still be able to fit into my dress for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estrella Brillante&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well, 3 more questions to go. suck it in trooper!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha didja know it took me like 3 days to relate the variables, figure out the equations needed and get my first question to give me logical values? yeap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well. gotta jet. got class tomoro and i need shhhleeepp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tsuen the shhhhleeepy head&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-116485983550027257?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/116485983550027257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=116485983550027257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116485983550027257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116485983550027257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/11/progress-is-always-good-p.html' title='progress is always good ;p'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-116477664371532458</id><published>2006-11-29T04:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-29T05:06:35.713Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas ball + whacked out bday</title><content type='html'>the christmas ball organised by the msian soc, HK soc and chinese soc( sleeping partner &gt;&lt;) is coming soon! this sunday! and i've got a thermo test the next day :((((( plus two assignments to hand up in that week. just kill me now anyway, it's called: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESTRELLA BRILLANTE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;which means shining stars in spanish. yea i know, things sound so much better in a foreign language ey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/1600/973145/Estrella%20Brillante-%20revised%20leaflet%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/320/270406/Estrella%20Brillante-%20revised%20leaflet%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice? i help design it huahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;its kinda small eh? cant see nuts.&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;just celebrated room 3 mr yong jyh giin's _ _ th/nd/rd bday!( the dude wont tell me his age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics are up on my &lt;a href="http://tsuen.multiply.com"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;. yays! gawd it took agesssss just to upload em, and its all in the wrong order and i think i mightve uploaded some stuff multiple times. pfft. oh wells, its not life and death so *cue: Let It Be -&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we took like 100+ pics that night. major cam-whoring session in which both the sexes participated with equal enthusiasm and passion( haha, justin: jealous?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a sneak peak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/1600/161646/P1030544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/320/244440/P1030544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like this pic. everything else seems to be in motion but joseph is like the only one clearly in focus.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/1600/728013/P1030614%20EDITED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/320/871138/P1030614%20EDITED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incomplete grp shot&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/1600/658725/P1030616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5009/625/320/237780/P1030616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why settle for one at normal outlets?&lt;br /&gt;TESCO VALUE: buy one get one free!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;im being carried by the way, thats why my posture is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okla. il stop here. was doing my flight mech assignment but got stuck huahuahua. its funny how much "time" you have for all these nonsense when you really dont have any. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to force myself to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-116477664371532458?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/116477664371532458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=116477664371532458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116477664371532458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116477664371532458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas-ball-whacked-out-bday.html' title='Christmas ball + whacked out bday'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-116373496449638439</id><published>2006-11-17T02:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T03:42:44.753Z</updated><title type='text'>surprise email</title><content type='html'>my dad sent me mail :) so sweet of him.. even though it was short it made me miss him and the rest of the fam even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss pa. even though we're often at loggerheads with each other ( we both have big egos -_-") i remember during my summer back in msia someone asked my dad "Are you happy your daughter's back?" to which my dad replied " Yea, i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the 1st few weeks." -_-"""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i deprived him of his ASTRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's prolly the only person who over-rates me and thinks i can do anything :) (which is not aaalwayyys a good thing - OH, the PRESSURE ;p)&lt;br /&gt;i miss fixing things with him like my cupboard hinge or the dining light.&lt;br /&gt;i miss watching horror movies with him. THE GUYS HERE ARE ALL &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PANSIES,&lt;/span&gt; PA.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the funny face he makes and the accompanying wrinkles (yes pa, you have wrinkles. he thinks he's still 30)&lt;br /&gt;i miss how me, my sis and bro would gang up on him to steal the tv remote. (tho that was such LONG time ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DONT miss him waking me up at 10.30 am every morning to eat breakfast. HOHOHO. though i understand where he's coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little part of me dies inside when i dissapoint my dad(and my mom for that matter) , they dont know , cos i dont show.&lt;br /&gt;it pains me to see them growing older and still have to slog for my fees. i wish i had a lucrative talent :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT2286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT2286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt hug him long enough at the airport :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be fooled by this pic, my dad looks better in person.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT2274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT2274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, sis and bro. (ivan managed to sneak into the pic)&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT2271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT2271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my mom too.&lt;br /&gt;gosh im sentimental today.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT2284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT2284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of my bro "family value pack"&lt;br /&gt;taken at mcds ma...&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA I WANT BURGER RAMLI....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-116373496449638439?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/116373496449638439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=116373496449638439&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116373496449638439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116373496449638439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/11/surprise-email.html' title='surprise email'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-116319773780386429</id><published>2006-11-10T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:28:57.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Artsy</title><content type='html'>i'd like to thank julian phoon who introduced two brilliant movies to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Before Sunrise (1994)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER thought i'd enjoy a movie like this when he told me the general plot : two strangers meet on a train and end up talking for 105 mins of the whole show while walking the streets of vienna. At the start of the movie i was like bracing myself for boredom which slowly turned to interest then quickly being totally absorbed by their honest conversations and unpretentious connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, look tsuen &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; cultured after all ;p&lt;br /&gt;(you are not permitted to guffaw, a&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; snigger&lt;/span&gt; would do) hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Before Sunset (its sequel)(2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as long as its predesessor but just as absorbing and i absolutely&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; the ending. hahahahaha julian - "i know". wah liao.....&lt;br /&gt;(not like julian reads my blog. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad the films were made and released 9 years apart, so i didnt get to watch it in real time. i was 8 for goodness sake. i'd prolly be asking my mom a FEW questions.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway mine was instant gratification as i had both movies with me. huahuahua. wow ethan hawke and julie delphi really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AGED&lt;/span&gt;. scary. in 9 yrs time il be 29, would i be married but independant? single and independant? dead? junkie? launching space shuttles?(yea baby) but the thing that scares me most really is would i be any wiser? or still young and immature? cynical and bitter? yeap, il be 21 soon, and i dont like it, so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julian is sensitive. *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;but who knew tsuen would *double smirk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-116319773780386429?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/116319773780386429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=116319773780386429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116319773780386429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116319773780386429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/11/artsy.html' title='Artsy'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-116165899371779020</id><published>2006-10-24T03:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T04:03:13.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>wah scary</title><content type='html'>took of my rows- it's cool, i looked like some columbian chick ;p (says me) - didnt turn into an afro sadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave my hair a good, thorough washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running my fingers through my hair in the shower scared the bejeezers outta me when much more hair than usual came along with it. istead of apply, rinse repeat it was run, collect repeat&lt;br /&gt;-_- it was scary, made me feel terminally ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh, it was like a scene out of "The Ring" where the heroine was in the well full of hair. my hairrrrrrr....nnoooo not like i had alot of it to begin with..ok im being a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tad&lt;/span&gt; dramatic haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im paranoid- my head feels really light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though im pretty sure i dont have any bald spots -God willing- i dont want cornrows no more, ma. hahahaha it was for the experience anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS FUN WHILE IT LASTED! but that was a hairy ending to my african fling. pun intended ;p&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the CD sale at JC'S bar at uni today and got &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;STARSAILOR&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TRAVIS&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;KAISER CHIEFS&lt;/span&gt;! cd albums for only £4.20 each only! cheap! bargain! ohhappyhappyjoyjoy!&lt;br /&gt;ok so one of the CD cases is a little mangled but hey i could always get another one and it'd still be a steal!&lt;br /&gt;yea justin pointed out their all british. bite me. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to get lost prophets for my sis but justin pointed out that their latest one was better. besides "rooftops" wasnt in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-116165899371779020?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/116165899371779020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=116165899371779020&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116165899371779020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116165899371779020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/10/wah-scary.html' title='wah scary'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-116156343892698507</id><published>2006-10-23T01:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T02:43:49.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sohodolls was a letdown</title><content type='html'>why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the venue flooded and the gig was canceled &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THATS WHY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that wasnt the worst thing, the worst was we only found out after we'd miss the once-an-hour bus to uni, walked half-way there, called a cab, got to uni climbed up two flight if stairs and up till DV8 doorway with a big &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CANCELLED&lt;/span&gt; sign: " Im sorry but the show has been canceled due to flooding in the area. Sorry for the inconvenience caused etc etc"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh thats very nice and all but why couldnt you have put a sign in front of fulton hse before we had to walk in or at the student village bus stop so we wouldnt have to leave the comfort of our homes and waste time and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt; going all the way there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we picked up our shattered feelings of excitement and anticipation and headed for a movie. "The Departed" was the obvious choice since it is a hollywood remake of HK's highly acclaimed "Infernal Affairs" a movie which gave a unique spin to the usual cop versus bad guy affair. plus, the trailer was cool :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word is that this is the movie that will &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; get brilliant director Martin Scorcese his Oscar. I say: dont bet on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ok. i'd get the soundtrack, but mostly i was laughing my mouth off with all the cuss words flying through the air every milisecond. given, SOME of the characters were Irish..but.. you never knew whether it was supposed to be funny or not. it was kinda stylo at the beginning then the end just killed it. dont worry &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO SPOILERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here. but heck, its a re-make dont think i could spoil anything. but the again apparently they did change some stuff. i dunno, haven't watched the ori. i know, im sad. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but let me say this, ive NEVER been a LEO dicaprio(did i spell that correctly?- you catch my drift) fan, EVER. but watching this movie, i was rootin for him, he was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;man, boys do grow up- sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im still &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cut up&lt;/span&gt; about sohodolls. dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna get refunds tomoro, maybe give them an earful for bad organisation and publicity as well. maybe not. we'll se how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im chuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta jet. gotta make tea so that my hsemate can observe me and write it down. go figure- its for her h/w. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT2673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT2673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the bus to the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;there's something funky going on with my camera. you'll see it in the next pic *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 out of 8 that were there.&lt;br /&gt;im wearing the cool as jacket my aunt got me (iris, your mom!) got a lot of compliments on it.&lt;br /&gt;iris: let your mom knw ;p i did credit her everytime they asked haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT2677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT2677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my hsemate who wants me to make tea. ;p&lt;br /&gt;can you see the faint horizontal lines across the pic? my cam's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PMS-ing&lt;/span&gt; *wail*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-116156343892698507?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/116156343892698507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=116156343892698507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116156343892698507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116156343892698507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/10/sohodolls-was-letdown.html' title='sohodolls was a letdown'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-116130723256095675</id><published>2006-10-20T02:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T02:40:25.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Black History Month</title><content type='html'>what you guys be doin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; CORNROWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ch-check it out, hoes ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT2594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT2594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just a peek&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT2595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT2595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left view&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT2596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT2596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right view&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;back+top view &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT2605.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT2605.0.jpg" 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;bad-ass? or just bad poser? ;p&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT2600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT2586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT2586.jpg" 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;p&gt;love this pic :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the afro carribean society was having this hair fair and them cornrows was just 5 pounds!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got it done with lavleena, her's is cool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;let's see how long i can go without washing my hair &gt;&lt;&gt;check the rest out on my multiply&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gotta jet peeps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-116130723256095675?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/116130723256095675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=116130723256095675&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116130723256095675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116130723256095675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/10/black-history-month.html' title='Black History Month'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-116113305135577009</id><published>2006-10-17T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:57:31.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOYAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i got accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry i'll clue you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thurs i went for a talk on an International Student Volunteer(ISV) Program which takes place in the summer. Their standard program consists of a two week community project/work and two week adventure tour.&lt;br /&gt;Host countries are Dominican Republic, Ecuador, Costa Rica, Oz, NZ and Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was always interested in doing something like this so applied for it the very same day- fully aware that i'd have to fork out £1495.oo *faint*- including a written testimonial on why i wanted to join. they said i'd get either an acceptance letter or rejection letter in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been less than a week and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Congratulations Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very pleased to inform you that your Application has been approved and you have been accepted to participate in ISV’s 2007 Summer Program. We are excited that you will be joining thousands of participants who will be part of ISV’s incredible global effort to make a difference in the world by providing over 300,000 hours of volunteer work on five continents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm estatic. i can't believe i got accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've got too work REALLY hard. because that price does not include flight tix and 50% of meals during the adventure tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i chose i late date to fly off because i want to apply for an 8-10 week summer internship. call me crazy because i really think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not going to ask for a cent from my parents. it's all me baby, if i really accept their offer ISV will send over a list of ideas and relavant forms/documents so that i can find sponsorship to help me cut costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominican Republic is my country of choice. Because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the community work is a social development based program meaning i'll get to work with kids and mingle with the native people-maybe homestay. which is AWESOME. for someone who isn't really keen on having any kids if i do get married it's kinda ironic that i enjoy playing with underpriviledged kids- won't find any spoiltbrats here, just cheerful kids who appreciate the simplest of things and what you do for them. :) thanks esther for creating a platform so that i learnt that fact 1st hand. sigh i miss the kid's at St Jerome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i just fell in love with the outdoor adventure tour itinerary. rough outline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Canyoning - rappelling, hiking, cliff-jumping and sliding down natural waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;Surfing or Snorkeling in the Caribbean Sea&lt;br /&gt;Horseback riding to secluded waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;Exploring the largest cave in the Caribbean and viewing cave art created hundreds of years ago by Taino Indians&lt;br /&gt;Discover the capital city of Santo Domingo. Go merengue dancing, wander the cobblestone streets in the footsteps of conquistadors and pirates and see the old Spanish architecture in the Colonial areas of the historic city.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*info from &lt;a href="http://www.isvonline.com/dradventuretour.html"&gt;ISVonline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(better than a room full of korean men ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-let's be realistic, i will probably never EVER have the chance to go ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa, ma i havent told you yet because i thought i had more time to break the news hehehe didnt know i would get accepted so quick, if at all. Plus, the decision to apply was made on the same day(they were at uni for a day only) and handed-in forms are given priority over mailed-in ones.&lt;br /&gt;if you object say it now or forever hold your peace. kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i accept? should i? should i? im just worried i cant come up with the funds and to accept i need to pay £200.00 non-refundable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll sleep on it. more pondering needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT2508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT2508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hse 2 girls- mooncake festival '06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-116113305135577009?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-116053319994897139</id><published>2006-10-11T03:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:08:11.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SOHODOLLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;: this is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a strip show. their new single just happens to be called "stripper"&lt;br /&gt;this edit is for my mom ;p omg i would so NOT GO to a stripshow. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/sd_ind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/sd_ind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/267352050_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/267352050_m.jpg" 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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;electro glam rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anybody interested in going for the sohodolls gig on the 22 of oct at DV8, swansea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out their killer website for snippets on their music: &lt;a href="http://www.sohodolls.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sohodolls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their tunes are catchy and the lead girl is hot ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contact me ASAP in case tix run out! it's happening soon ppl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-116053319994897139?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/116053319994897139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=116053319994897139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116053319994897139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;many many many things have happened. check out my multiply for news in picture form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been having fun, but just realised i havent really done anything for myself such as complete my dental care form(don't kill me pa) and apply for summer internship.(i dont even have proper groceries in my fridge, but i manage keke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school work, society work and takeaway work (..social work ;p) is filling up my hours. no time for practical work. but its ok! my new tutor has ties with rolls royce! booyah&lt;br /&gt;plenty of new experiences..i really like it like this actually. i feel im experiencing more of what swansea has to offer. im going around czech repulic and austria this christmas baby! but gotta fork out 550 pounds. s'ok im working on my travelling fund..ngeks. gotta save money for oz in easter as well..if the guys go to italy then might tag along also..nyek nyek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed chances. good or bad? definately good good good. i dont need that right now.. but...but but..aih hahaha..its just SO tempting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT2570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT2570.jpg" 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;got to help restore a boat! land ahoy! ok we didnt actually set sail. but i got to run around on it nontheless ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta jet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-116052050243304588?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/116052050243304588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=116052050243304588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116052050243304588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/116052050243304588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/10/hectic-days.html' title='hectic days'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-115965710184619590</id><published>2006-09-30T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:20:23.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MASU outing to mumbles!</title><content type='html'>Malaysian Association of Swansea University(MASU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we brought the kiddies to Mumbles today. it was great fun. yea i have this habit of calling them "kids" when i make announcements so some of them call me "mummy" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to spare you my cheong-hei babblings here a pictorial representation of what happened today, with a peppering of captions and explanations of course. you CANT EXPECT me to keep QUIET the whole way can you? thats just mean. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop Osytermouth castle. this is behind the take-away where i work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2363edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2370edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2371edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alison, trishla, mua, lavleena and sebiha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2373edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumping beans of the female variety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2376edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Chen, Lay Hui, Yunn Tsyr's dad, Lee Ling and Yunn Tsyr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2378edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some seniors- my year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2379edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do no evil, see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2381edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson with some of the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2383edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seans "attachment" to pweety flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2385edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to Mumbles Bay - that rhymed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2402edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of mumbles bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2407edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galapagos islands hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2418edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo, kenny and ah hen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2425edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posers -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2426edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;troll under the bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2439edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah siang, terence, another kenny and wilfred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2448edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these old flirts wanted a picture ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2455edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk men will flirt with you regardless of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one backed me into a corner with his automatic-electric-wheelchair-vehicle-thingy. but they were harmless. the womean just laughed. they're cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2457edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're blending. we're not here. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT2460edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life-threatening group shot. hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/DSC01531edited.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were many cute kiddies at mumbles that day! awww. here puppy, puppy, puppy..hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/cutekiddies.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went to the movies with my other friends who i apparently have been "neglecting". yea what to do when the only time i see my room is a few hours each night. im hardly at home. busy busy 1st two weeks. fun tho :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devil wears prada wasnt bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta jet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Thank God that the weather was nice when it mattered :).Thanks for answering my prayer. cos it been raining the whole week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-115903925900795471</id><published>2006-09-23T19:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:45:10.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>writing, jotting, babbling, crapping. who knows?</title><content type='html'>saying this year will be hectic is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta shoulder heavy resposibility for yr 06/07, this is because im&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;in my 2nd -apparently difficult- year of academic study&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working two-days a week at a take-away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and not many of you know this, im the Malaysian Society President of Swansea Uni 06/07&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;today me and 6 other lovely-God bless them- helpers went to heathrow for the Meet &amp; Greet Service which basically just welcomes malaysian, singaporeans and some chinese students and make sure they all arrive at swansea safe and sound courtesy of the Msian soc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and boy was it tiring. since most of us hadnt slept since the day b4.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Thank You Lord for journey mercies and no loss of limbs, blown up body parts or terrorists hijinks :)]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(man, im sadistic.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;thank&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but then, it was all well worth it. interacting with the noobs was the highlight of my day :) they're a fun bunch and thankfully controllable. hehehe felt really nice when all of them were just cramming my brain with questions, felt so important and "knowledgable" HOHOHO. being a senior is fun! even though im actually younger than most of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;though lightly sprinkled with a few awkward moments, i'd like to think that my team and i made them feel more at ease with their university experience. because i sure as h*ll wasnt pampered and spoon-fed as much during my 1st yr here - but it was my pleasure ;p but anyway noob students from all years besides last yr were always "fed" til they're red, round and plump. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fun.fun.fun.tired.tired.tired.babble.babble.babble&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;knackered, so we're ordering chinese take-away! yay yay yay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;counting the seconds til it arrives....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;taking the kiddies out about city centre 2moro!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and to think i wanted to keep this short. hehehe(it is already k. cut out alot of details)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry im just tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gotta jet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-115903925900795471?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/115903925900795471/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-115338137516041767</id><published>2006-07-20T08:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T08:42:55.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the versatility of Natalie</title><content type='html'>see peter run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see jane walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see natalie rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see peter run, jane walk and &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/videos/snl_1439_natalieraps.shtml"&gt;Natalie Portman rap&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its from SNL btw so take it with a truckload of salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha..ehhehehe..heh..heh..ahahahahahaHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta jet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-115338137516041767?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-115160406834882316</id><published>2006-06-29T18:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:01:08.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG i sound like a total sap</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: March 24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand people well and are a natural born therapist.&lt;br /&gt;A peacemaker, people always seem to get along when you are around.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a father or mother figure to friends, even to those older than you.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy your role, and you find that you are close to many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Reliance on others for happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Lilac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: June&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my DEVOTION?! what am i? a housewife? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY IT AIN'T SO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-115160406834882316?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-115131470331735168</id><published>2006-06-26T09:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T11:25:18.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates from home</title><content type='html'>ooohh lets see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry ppl ill spare u the details and keep it in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my mom calls me "pleasantly plump" (dont YOU dare, if not ill slap u silly)&lt;br /&gt;(pics SHOULD turn up on my multiply soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- took me awhile to acclimatise myself to the msian weather. one week of humid hell to be exact. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1u is a stranger to me. i nearly got lost! i forgot where the old wing bus stop was, much less the new wing's one -_-" FOREVER 21 is so purttyyy :) still havent bought anything yet, waiting to go out with shau fun..cept some tights i bought from sungai wang- dude who sold it to me was really cute ;p (hey i MEANT to buy those tights ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- realised msian girls are wayyyy too skinny *tsk**tsk* (chuckle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my connection here sucks so youtube-ing is a real pain for me. boohoo, looks like i gotta wait till i get back to UK for my korean fix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/235878818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- rep. of korea's out of the world cup (cry me a river ppl T_T) argentina better kick some german ass. GO PABLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/1311655230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHO JAE JIN: my fav korean player since ahn jung hwan's married. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/209902.jpg" border="0" /&gt; jae jin - look out for him world cup 2010&lt;br /&gt;(his hair is so dorky, its cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dad's not too happy with me going out "too much".. hasnt said anything to my face, but my spider sense is tingling(hehe) PROCEED WITH CAUTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- caught up with churchies and some high school friends. jials is still the same but her "dududus" have gone off-tune kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went out for this "Open Mic Gig" (OMG-geddit?) thingy last night with justin, ray and grace.. quite an interesting experience. props to those plucky msians that organised and performed. Ray, see you on stage next month yea? hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- food is good. and il leave it at that lest someone (*cough**cough* brenda*cough*) gets jealous. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mamak food is so expensive liao! and McD fries has lost its touch :( boooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- im totally obsessed with 1u's rock climbing wall, u can see it from the street below wei! using a glass encasement instead of concrete was genius! need to go rock climbing soon *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- since ive been back i started watching this local series called 'Gadis 5A'. totally random, i know.&lt;br /&gt;- the Prince of Bhutan is a hottie and should give me a call. (im in the mood to become queen, muahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i miss hse 2 and these two babi(s) down there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT1794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. that wasnt very short was it? kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta jet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-115131470331735168?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/115131470331735168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=115131470331735168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/115131470331735168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/115131470331735168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/06/updates-from-home.html' title='Updates from home'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-114927484596753422</id><published>2006-06-02T19:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T03:45:08.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a real sweat</title><content type='html'>his royal highness "the Sun" finally graced us with his FULL glaring presence today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the 1st time in 9 months i actually felt hot! as in panas la ok? looks my BM is still intact *chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see now why these ppl worship the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway not to waste such a beautiful day, we three went out to get our much overdue ice blended coffee fix. muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/montage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the fellow all-nighter convicts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye to winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/28012006146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give your farewell kisses to "technical" spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT1451resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT1509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just in case you guys dont get it, my point is that i still have to wear a mildly thick jacket even tho it's "spring")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say hello to "my God it's sunny out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/P1020777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/P1020774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/P1020776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually 8 PM in all 3 pics :)&lt;br /&gt;the weather fools you into thinking you have more time when you dont.&lt;br /&gt;(that isnt my room in case you were wondering)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-114927484596753422?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/114927484596753422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=114927484596753422&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114927484596753422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114927484596753422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/06/real-sweat.html' title='a real sweat'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-114903401310543087</id><published>2006-05-31T00:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:06:53.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>monday(22/05):&lt;br /&gt;pulled an all-nighter in the kitchen with two fellow convicts. we decided since it was already 5 a.m. and exams start at 9.30 a.m. no point in sleeping right? so we made spaghetti + coffee and watched a korean horror movie. then resumed studies. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday(23/05):&lt;br /&gt;9.30 a.m. : sat for exams. harder than past two years.&lt;br /&gt;2.00 p.m. : sat for 2nd paper of the day- see why we pulled that all-nighter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after exams came home and crashed for about 2 hours. then me, myself and i, alone resumed studies as i had another paper the very next day. tho i had seniors to teman me in the kitchen(studying for a 9 a.m. paper the next day).&lt;br /&gt;studied until 3 a.m. then called it a night and went to bed with full intention of waking up at 8 a.m. to resume studies for my 2.00 p.m. thermodynamics paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday(24/05):&lt;br /&gt;5.00 a.m. : after two hours of sleep my empty stomache wakes me up and wont let me sleep. so&lt;br /&gt;FINE. 3 hours ahead of schedule i return to the kitchen, made breakfast and studied&lt;br /&gt;right until 12.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;2.00 p.m. : sat for thermodynamics paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, thought i could crash but nope didnt turn out like i expected. due to miscom and bad timing i had to go to work(my shifts are on wed and thurs. but i had asked someone else to fill this wed for me. but basically miscom, no one's fault)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly hyper whilst working- the coffee from tuesday morning must've started to kick in.&lt;br /&gt;that night i slept at 8 a.m. woke up at 3 p.m. the same day and went for work again. muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, during that short exam period i slept for a total of 11 out of 70 possible hours.&lt;br /&gt;ignoring thursday, then its 4 hours out of 55 hours&lt;br /&gt;so THIS is what university is all about. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what you get when your university crams all your 5 exams papers into a one week period :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for giving me strength. especially on wendesday when it was like friday the 13th for me. one bad thing after another- which i wont go into detail. but it really thought me to rejoice in the Lord in EVERYTHING, good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im free as a bird but my body clock is all haywire :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-114903401310543087?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/114903401310543087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=114903401310543087&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114903401310543087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114903401310543087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/05/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-114795038950204744</id><published>2006-05-18T11:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T12:06:29.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>just keep swimming..</title><content type='html'>slept at 5 + a.m. woke up at 8 a.m. sat for exam at 9.30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished my 1st paper half an hour ago and now im in the library chilling for a bit before i start the next round of studying. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i drank coffee, REAL coffee.&lt;br /&gt;haha, whats funny is my friends bought like a big cannister of coffee yesterday- signs that their preparing to study. ok its not really funny at all, but i think its worth a giggle. or a 'heh' at LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im babbling. i better move on to fluid mechanics now. tomorrow is a new day, and a new paper -_-" whoopdedoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;just keep studying, just keep studying, just keep studying, studying, studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang to the tune of 'just keep swimming' by dory from nemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the lack of variation in blog material. hahaha, my life is currently consumed with studies *yea i know YOU know cos i keep telling ya'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-114795038950204744?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/114795038950204744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=114795038950204744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114795038950204744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114795038950204744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-keep-swimming.html' title='just keep swimming..'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-114775190204341446</id><published>2006-05-16T02:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T04:58:22.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>KNACKERED.</title><content type='html'>i have just spent NINE AND A HALF HOURS in the library. (1.30p.m. - 11.00 p.m.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired from doing calculations all day, i misread the no.82 bus for 112. how did i get from 82 to seeing 112? oh man, i need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tough luck girl, you got&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; N-O-N-E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uni is hard work. damn my "packed sardine" exam timetable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yahoo cos i'll be done even before some of them start. the boys are expecting me to cook for them after my exams are clear. cos theirs will be starting. HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im gonna hit the sack. it's back to the library tomorrow. oh &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;JOY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;full-on nerd mode baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rgive me for the "bullet points", im too tired to be cheong hei. HAHA, i know your thanking God right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta jet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-114775190204341446?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/114775190204341446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=114775190204341446&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114775190204341446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114775190204341446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/05/knackered.html' title='KNACKERED.'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-114748968610807981</id><published>2006-05-13T04:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T05:18:31.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>옆차기 on the side</title><content type='html'>ive created another blog. its done. its done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sort of an "on-the-side" &lt;a href="http://icameupblank.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogtoy&lt;/a&gt; for when i get bored of this polka-dotted bloghusband of mine and have the urge to stray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry kids, i wont be leaving this one.&lt;br /&gt;only once in a while when i need a change of scene. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: I'm talking blogs here. I do not support extra-marital affairs and polygamy in any way. Remember, when it comes to marraige, monogamy is the way to go, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(what?! there are alot of impressionable kids out there ma. hehe. you never know who's reading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an unrelated note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got pampered by my dear chi-muis(sisters) a.k.a room 7 and 4 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banned from washing my hair for two days, i was really really re-hee-hee-heally DESPERATE for clean hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and afraid that i'd scratch my head wound if i washed it on my own, they decided they would wash my hair for me ;p ilek. jealous leh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the full hair salon treatment- head massage, towel around my shoulders pinned down with a clothespeg and all that jazz- all the while avoiding the sore spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, i dont really see the sense with them washing my hair for me&lt;br /&gt;but haha wtv man, i got a free head massage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks babes: yenny and shirley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;and because i wasted the whole of today (i.e. not studying) im punishing myself - off to the library tomorrow! boo hoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray people, that i wake up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;oh also i thought id share a verse from the Bible which i came across the night my head got banged up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 1&lt;br /&gt;" Answer me when i call,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God who declares me innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Take away my distress.&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy on me and hear my prayer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 4&lt;br /&gt;" Don't sin by letting anger gain control over you.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it overnight and remain silent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 7-8&lt;br /&gt;" You have given me greater joy&lt;br /&gt;than those who have abundant harvests of grain and wine.&lt;br /&gt;I will lie down in peace and sleep,&lt;br /&gt;for You alone, O Lord, will keep me safe." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this verse touched me in more ways than one. i wont elaborate but its all related to my accident as you prolly can tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've forgiven their thoughtless act. im a happy girl:) &lt;br /&gt;and altho i never complained to them/superintendant, when i used that route again theyd opened the window over a grassy patch(where no one walks) rather than the one next to the pathway.(they have three windows all-in-all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God works in mysterious ways, no? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, im not gonna nit-pick on why they didnt just open the other window in the 1st place. *snigger*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-114748968610807981?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/114748968610807981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=114748968610807981&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114748968610807981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114748968610807981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-side.html' title='옆차기 on the side'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-114728629209715934</id><published>2006-05-10T18:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:40:10.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice too many</title><content type='html'>$%^&amp;amp;*!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second time! this is the second time its happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time wasnt too bad, because i wasnt bleepin' bleeding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaarrghhhh.. i want heads to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;roll&lt;/span&gt; for this. CIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused? let me fill you in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier, i was on my way for a dance meeting to buy the DVD to the dance show i performed in.. i usually pass this fairly narrow walkway next to one of the houses in the student village. the stupid NO SENSE occupants just HAD to open their windows to its widest degree so that it sticks out right smack in the middle of the walkway in mid air. (the type of window where you push out from the bottom and it opens outwards from under and not on its side like most msian windows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im SHORT see, so when i looked down for a moment to place my keys in my bag, i only see the ground and the window is not within my view point. i repeat, im SHORT and i wasnt looking in front of me. then BAM! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Houston we have contact*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my head kissed the POINTY EDGE of the window. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I hit it hard enough for the entire palm of my hand to be covered in blood after thinking "not again!" and reaching for the wound on reflex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this is definately worse than &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt;( before- explained after this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i walk as fast as i can back to the hse, reaching into my bag for my keys,&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; careful&lt;/span&gt; not to soil my bag with my own &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BLOOD&lt;/span&gt;. haha. right, and that's really whats important *rolls eyes* haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. thing is the faster i walked the faster the blood seemed to flow down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time i asked my friend for help i could actually see the blood dripping down the side of my face(i wear glasses ma, so can see blood flowing down the lens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what my friend told me? cos i caught him unawares, he actually tought i was dying my hair and the blood was dye that got out of control and i was asking for his help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily there was another guy around who used to be a bio student and he did volunteer work in the medical field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he cleaned my wound..awww..(the kitchen looked like a makeshift mid-war medical facility, blood on the floor, blood soaked toilet paper etc haha thank God- no lost limbs).. and since we had no anticeptic at that time we used good old &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;JACK DANIEL'S whiskey&lt;/span&gt; sitting atop the fridge. the guys sometimes put it into the vege we eat while cooking dinner. it tastes like YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we put on proper anticeptic and that purple coloured medicine thingy. luckily im not blonde so it doesnt show. im told i cant wash my hair for the next two days :( dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my friends asked me to sleep it off(since its not that deep of a cut, i dont need to go to the hospital) but im not going to sleep cos im afraid i might not wake up. muahahahaha result of watching much too much t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i MEANT to write 'much too much'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cut's not &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during my easter hols, while walking back home from a trip to the car boot sales i hit my forehead on the same opened window. (forehead cos i was caught in midway of looking up) but all i got from that was a light scratch, some light window 'indentation' and a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childsplay. but still, i was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my issue is. that is a (!!!!) walkway people! you dont open your window that big if its right smack in the middle of a path! i might have been careless but you're still not supposed to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahhhh. and ive gotta work tomorrow. do chinese take-aways have a lot of bacteria floating in the air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i need to study&lt;/span&gt;. but im so not in the mood right now. there's this &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dull pain&lt;/span&gt; in my head.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont wanna sleep cos i might bleed on my pillow. tho i think its stopped now. but still, i need to study laaa~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-114728629209715934?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/114728629209715934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=114728629209715934&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114728629209715934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114728629209715934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/05/twice-too-many.html' title='Twice too many'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-114712787374536645</id><published>2006-05-08T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:37:53.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Humour in Thermodynamics</title><content type='html'>thought classes are dull, you've got to thank God for lecturers with a sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thermodynamics lecturer is one of them and in the thick of all the mundane theory about open and closed systems and the 4 laws of thermodynamics etc, sat, a gem of a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a relavant joke at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thermodynamics professor had written a take home exam for his graduate students. It had one question:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Is hell exothermic or endothermic? Support your answer with a proof."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First, we postulate that if souls exist, then they must have some mass. If they do, then a mole of souls can also have a mass. So, at what rate are souls moving into hell and at what rate rate are souls leaving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think we can safely assume that once a soul gets into hell, it will not leave. Therefore no souls are leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As for souls entering hell, lets look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to hell. Since, there are more than one of these religions and people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all souls go to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in hell to increase exponentially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now, we look at the rate of change of volume in hell. Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in hell to stay the same, the ratio of mass of souls and volume needs to stay constant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thus, there are two possibilities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter hell, then the temperature and pressure in hell will increase until all hell breaks loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until hell freezes over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we accept the postulate given to me by a young lady during my 1st year, "It will be a cold night in hell before i sleep with you", then number 2 above is not true and so hell&lt;/em&gt; is exothermic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;muahahaha.. geddit? if not, no worries. its relies heavily on thermodynamic theory ma. Justin will definately understand. kekeke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry la people, im studying thermo now ma..exams are COMINGGG! save yourselves! aaahhhhrrghhhhh...*mass hysteria* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually its only one person's hysteria. hehe. pardon the nonsense, exams ma..exams..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-114712787374536645?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/114712787374536645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=114712787374536645&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114712787374536645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114712787374536645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/05/humour-in-thermodynamics.html' title='Humour in Thermodynamics'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-114688188692400478</id><published>2006-05-06T02:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T03:18:06.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>you might as well know</title><content type='html'>yes, yes.. since coming to UK i haven't been able to fit into two pairs of unstrecthable jeans brought over from msia. Hand me down bottoms from my cousin which i had struggled to fill( but still look great as loose trousers so i brought them over) i now do with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have JUST realised that i can no longer see my collarbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys, help me on this one, aren't collarbones supposed to be sexy? muahahhahhahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must lose weight or not face endless fat-kid jokes from friends and family alike who have never seen me with meat on my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys cant really see the change because i havent been posting up recent pictures cos well my stupid multiply keeps dying on me. i have given up trying to post pictures. you guys are prolly better off not knowing anyway..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually all part of my &lt;em&gt;shock and&lt;/em&gt; er... &lt;em&gt;awe(??)&lt;/em&gt; tactic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, mama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-114688188692400478?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/114688188692400478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=114688188692400478&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114688188692400478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114688188692400478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-might-as-well-know.html' title='you might as well know'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-114678261841002468</id><published>2006-05-04T22:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:43:38.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>caught in the line of fire</title><content type='html'>Politics get in the way of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now its in the way of my exams. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically the AUT(Association of University teachers) are disputing their pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for us students this whole issue started as a free day off as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"...on March the 7th lecturers, researchers and academic related staff throughout the UK had a day of strike action."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no classes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippee! for us right? yea, sure. until it bites you right smack in the tush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"This was followed by an assessment boycott, which began on March 8th and is to continue until the dispute is resolved. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AUT members have been advised to boycott:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Setting examination questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Setting examination papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. Nominating external examiners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. Dealing with examination administration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. Marking all final assessments (so final degrees and Masters and doctoral and research vivas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. Invigilating any examination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. Attending examination and progression boards.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So now, although i have an exam timetable (my "supposed" last paper is on the 24th of may) our exam papers have not been prepared and more likely than not- if this situation continues- we wont have any exams during the exam period set and rather it will be pushed BACK to the end of june. RIGHT. and what happens to my return flight sceduled for the 10th of june? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;do i cancel? or do i take my chances and hope the situation clears up VERY SOON? in any case, there is a chance i might be penalised for cancelling my current booking(i havent checked it out yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky me, i bear credentials that places me on the losing end of this whole fiasco. I'm a 1st year INTERNATIONAL student. firstly, 1st years are at the bottom rung of the university pecking order and the year 3 and 2's are given more priority which is why their papers have already been set. 2ndly im not a local, so its not a matter of my parents driving me back here when the university is done with setting the exam questions. i need to fly over, and the last time i checked, flights arent exactly cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! what a flying start to my bachelor's degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse my sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im biased seeing as its my academic future their putting on the line here(yea i know, i cringe at this sentence as well. haha). but somehow i feel its all quite childish coming from a group of respected people armed with doctorates and anything academically brag-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ok im being over-dramatic. granted. but, isnt drama the only way of getting a point across? like say, a &lt;em&gt;boycott&lt;/em&gt;? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents didnt break their backs to pay my tuition just for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; to muck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;refers to the university big-wigs who refuse to budge on the pay claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;words in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; are excerpts taken from &lt;a href="http://www.swansea-union.co.uk/blogs/su/?p=20"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-114678261841002468?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/114678261841002468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=114678261841002468&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114678261841002468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114678261841002468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/05/caught-in-line-of-fire_04.html' title='caught in the line of fire'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-114013968542490758</id><published>2006-02-17T01:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-17T01:29:30.900Z</updated><title type='text'>St Vals</title><content type='html'>oops wai looks like someone beat ya to it ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/P1020029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/P1020029.jpg" 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;Haha nola, these two guys i know went around the student village distributing roses to all the chicks they knew. what sweeties :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/P1020034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/P1020034.jpg" 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;it either sounds extremely corny or extremely crude depending on your perception -_-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys had a rockin' valentines. i know one of my blood relatives did *hint* *hint* CONGRATS thunderbird! hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-114013968542490758?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/114013968542490758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=114013968542490758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114013968542490758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/114013968542490758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/02/st-vals.html' title='St Vals'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113977667694859554</id><published>2006-02-12T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:38:04.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes are always hard to do</title><content type='html'>growing up isnt easy. i'll soon be 2-0 but thats beside the point *chuckle*. growing up means change, more often than not it means seperation from dear friends due to study commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY SOON, 4 &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; girls will leave malaysia to seek fortune and guai lo bfs on Oz soil *chuckle* and i will miss them. i know it sounds corny but, my heart is filled with regret that i didnt spend more time with them before i left. well, wtv it is i just hope that when we do finally have the chance to meet up we'd be able to get on as if we were back in high school wearing our baju-kurungs, having "tea-times" in the girls toilet and 24/7 mega laughing sessions still VERY audible 3 classes down and having our own classmates think we were on some dubious substance ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are some of the girls that made high school a BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu and Chingz :) i heart them. i will miss our girly chats, crapping sessions and soya bean bottle bashing ;p remember? kekeke. it was a soya bean bottle right? its too bad the trip to pangkor never materialised. oh well, when we're all rich and famous and can pay our own way to barbados huh, ladies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jials :) i will miss her sarcasm, naivete, dududus and general denial of things, her cheerfulness and ability to laugh louder than me :P though she thinks she some black nigga ill always heart her. cept not in public *snigger* heck i think ill even miss your noseless bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but DEFINATELY not least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/17186047943622l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim a.k.a fei po :P&lt;br /&gt;ei, but only i can call her that so dont YOU dare.&lt;br /&gt;i will miss your insults and i bet you'll miss mine too. though you have so many fans...or more appropriately "fansi" hopefully you'll find time in your busy schedule to accomodate me.. its been a pleasure insulting zai zai and F4 in front of your face and i will miss those times of hysterical laughter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry i cant see you lang luis off but as you can see..erm well, id have to swim a heck of a long way just to see you guys LEAVE. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before you guys jet, id just like to say that its been gangster having you guys be a part of my life *ahem* and i wish you guys ALL THE BEST and the brightest future in Oz :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those of you who are afraid of change and away from the security of your home, well all i can say is if change is inevitable why not make the most of it? swallow your shyness and inhibitions for a second, make a friend and the rest will work itself out :) just remember, everyone is just as terrified as you so dont fret ma dears ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- sometimes, we surprise ourselves and in fact, we ARE ready for change -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss you chiccas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, though its not the 1st time shes leaving but i wont be able to see this woman in a very long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/6514042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funz- the hot stuff in blue, my best friend :)&lt;br /&gt;someone whom i can talk about absolutely anything and everything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;someone who got me hooked on footie and more specifically LIVERPOOL.&lt;br /&gt;someone who i know like the back of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;my oldest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss our sleepovers, screaming "go liverpool, go gerrard, go garcia" in the middle of the night, non-stop watching of taiwanese and canto serials and endless midnight gossiping and remenising of primary school days.&lt;br /&gt;someone whos been with me through all my phases, knows who ive ever liked and even felt betrayed when i stopped liking lleyton hewitt. kekeke. sorry hun, but married men have no market value :P with garcia being the exception. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im really not done. but i have to stop here lest i feel the urge to add anymore to the list. PLUS im watching marmalade boy again. youtube is totally addictive *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113977667694859554?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113977667694859554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113977667694859554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113977667694859554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113977667694859554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/02/goodbyes-are-always-hard-to-do.html' title='Goodbyes are always hard to do'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113954102491864677</id><published>2006-02-10T03:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-10T03:11:44.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Didja miss me? what? no? darn.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow @ friday 7.30pm is my dance performance. its called &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and im in the hip hop team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck ppl! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if im in the mood a.k.a am ready to face hysterical laughter i'll post up a pic of my costume. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll be a DVD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of kdrama : &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AZA AZA FIGHTING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iris-o, i updated. sorry chook no refunds. kakaka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113954102491864677?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113954102491864677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113954102491864677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113954102491864677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113954102491864677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/02/didja-miss-me-what-no-darn.html' title='Didja miss me? what? no? darn.'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113872707503342210</id><published>2006-01-31T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:27:26.126Z</updated><title type='text'>Raw emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: SPOILER BELOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. if you havent watched WINDSTRUCK yet and you intend to somewhere in the near/far future. stop it right HERE. do not proceed any further.&lt;br /&gt;its a korean movie btw. and for those who dont plan to watch it, you too shouldnt read on cos i seriously reccomend that you do WATCH it. i INSIST. haha. if you were here i'd twist ur arm into watching it. muahahaha. so watch it quick then read this post. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes, i'm SLOW. i know. believe me, ive been waiting ages to watch this movie. and guess where i watched it in the end? YOUTUBE. no tv? no vcd? well, hehe we Lims are resourceful ppl. nvm the annoying pixels- beggers cant be choosers hei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another movie i'd recommend is My Sassy Girl. my aunt intro-ed me to this one a long time ago. but i wasnt a blogger then so im telling you now if you havent seen it yet :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------(cut off point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/windstruck__1111114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/windstruck__1111114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just spent the last half hour bawling my eyes out. you know: the lump in throat thing, toilet roll by my side, the whole she-bang. the last time i cried so badly was during Passion of the Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for a truly tragic love story. T-R-A-G-I-C. so heart-wrentching that i both hate it and love it. heck, Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet cant touch this movie. even titanic -considered as one of the greatest love stories of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because Leo Dicaprio has always annoyed me :P&lt;br /&gt;or maybe there no sexual element in it. its pure. its an honest-to-goodness- stripped-down-to-its-bare-bones love story. the connection between two people. full-stop. its actually refreshing that they never kissed- altho i secretly hoped they would before he left. just once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wanna know what the scariest part is? after he died, and when she attempted to commit suicide a few times, i hoped she would succeed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually felt her pain. her hopelessness. and the realisation that he was gone and would never again be by her side. to lose someone you love so much. the thought if having to move on, without him. shit, having let suicide cross my mind as an option scared me. because, no one should EVER take his/her own life under ANY circumstance. its just wrong. perhaps i was all swept up in the moment. whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what i felt is only a MINUTE fraction of what God must feel when we stray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though most of the scenes were absolutely absurd, the whole movie is just so sweet that you just take it with a pinch of salt and go along for the ride. hei, no one said it was an oscar winner right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113872707503342210?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113872707503342210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113872707503342210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113872707503342210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113872707503342210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/01/raw-emotions.html' title='Raw emotions'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113866204119257646</id><published>2006-01-30T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:11:23.653Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR YOU SEXY PPL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/P1000901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house 2 celebrates without ang paus and (biological) family ;p&lt;br /&gt;but we make do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/P1000917.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a rockin New Year from the grrrls of house 2! May the rest of your year be truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/P1000929.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a-RrRrr.&lt;br /&gt;no i wasnt tipsy, just being a little TOO camera friendly. i wasnt the only one to pose like this but im afraid they might skin me alive if i post them up. kekeke. oh well, im game :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys had a RAD CNY spent with good company; filled with endless food, ang paus, incessant cny songs on telly, mandarin oranges and jolly shandy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing y'all back home ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics will be up on my multiply soon. and IRISS update ur multiply lah! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsuen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113866204119257646?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113866204119257646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113866204119257646&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113866204119257646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113866204119257646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-chinese-new-year-you-sexy-ppl.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR YOU SEXY PPL!'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113805910387694764</id><published>2006-01-23T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:53:54.320Z</updated><title type='text'>the hilarious-ness of it all</title><content type='html'>check &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=PVEw6Y3sQ04"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their on par with the "two chinese boi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cracked me up. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note:&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/?v=BPKZwkH9IyI"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R-A-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. like, totally(haha).&lt;br /&gt;wai you'll like this ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113805910387694764?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113805910387694764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113805910387694764&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113805910387694764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113805910387694764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/01/hilarious-ness-of-it-all.html' title='the hilarious-ness of it all'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113777123725021467</id><published>2006-01-21T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-21T19:49:19.433Z</updated><title type='text'>do try it at home kids :P</title><content type='html'>got this from Joce's blog and it CRACKED ME UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Tsuen&amp;gender=f"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Tsuen!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If every star in the Milky Way was a grain of salt they would fill tsuen!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peanuts and tsuen are beans!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tsuen can pollinate up to six times more efficiently than the honeybee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of the roles in Shakespeare's plays - including the female roles - were originally played by tsuen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women shoplift four times more frequently than tsuen!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the kingdom of Bhutan, all citizens officially become tsuen on New Year's Day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The state nickname of Iowa is 'The tsuen state'!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ostriches stick their heads in tsuen not to hide but to look for water!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The horns of tsuen are made entirely from hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On stone temples in southern India, there are more than 30 million carved images of tsuen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #cfcf95; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #5f5f42; TEXT-ALIGN: center" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'll HAVE YOU KNOW that items 7 &amp;amp; 10 are entirely TRUE. muaahahahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113777123725021467?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113777123725021467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113777123725021467&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113777123725021467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113777123725021467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/01/do-try-it-at-home-kids-p.html' title='do try it at home kids :P'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113771839136420941</id><published>2006-01-20T00:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-20T14:29:42.896Z</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: nerd post</title><content type='html'>wahahaha im sooo excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/v/us/v.htm?g=0502eb6f-8e76-4323-bcec-bfcfe0c39142,d31f733e-4a43-4e61-ade1-e42a567c214f&amp;t=m13&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;f=06/64&amp;p=Source_MSNBC"&gt;New Horizons Mission &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Jason for the tip ;p woohoo i can link things now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/141078main_liftoff3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/141078main_liftoff3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Images courtesy of  NASA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're laucnhing a spacecraft to PLUTO baby. ok not WE per-se. NASA is. check this, its the fastest launch EVER and will pass by the moon in 9 hours whereas Apollo 11(1st moon landing) took 3 days to land on the moon. boy have we advanced. anyway the STAR spacecraft will pass the moon and continue on a trajectory to PLUTO the (supposed) farthest planet in our solar system. apparently scientists says there might be more than 9 planets. woOooooO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it'll take more than 9 yrs to reach Pluto so dont hold ur breath ppl ;p hmm 2015. i'll be 29! for goodness sake..omg so old, but hopefully old but working on something SUBSTANTIAL and SIGNIFICANT like oh i dunno..say..involved in a space project to check out those other alleged planets? hahahahaha. dream,dream,dream.. or maybe pioneering the field in msia? hmm maybe not so soon..wahahaha..so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay on to see another video about NASA's other project which just got home(earth)..apparently it holds stardust which will unlock the secrets to the formation of this solar system as we know it. it's apparently older than the sun!(the stardust from a comet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/141261main_jsc2006e01005_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/141261main_jsc2006e01005_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; their all like" woOooO"&lt;br /&gt;(0.O)v&lt;br /&gt;see the guy flashing the peace sign? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grid thing in the middle called the Aerogel dust collecter is what holds the stardust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Images courtesy of NASA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way they collected it is not unlike the phoon bros and their mozzie killing escapades ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh due to my excitement i misconstrued the no.s(duration of the vid) 2:00 for TWO HOURS when it was actually 2 mins :((( cheh potong-nya..i was soooo up for it man. cheh.cheh.cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit the &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/newhorizons/main/index.html"&gt;NASA &lt;/a&gt;website for more info on the mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting tit-bit: Pluto is named after the god of the underworld. HOW COOL IS THAT?! greek mythology -_- and a 11 year old girl named it.wahhh and her uncle named Mars'(the god of war) two moons: Phobos and Deimos. those two are my fav names in our solar system :) what a cool family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway check it out ppl. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113771839136420941?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113771839136420941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113771839136420941&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113771839136420941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113771839136420941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/01/warning-nerd-post.html' title='WARNING: nerd post'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113761774308812680</id><published>2006-01-18T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:00:44.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Surprise, surprise</title><content type='html'>guess who showed up at the oscars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/2006_5a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow! its stephen chow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who had a killer dress? (that i wouldnt mind as a wedding dress ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/2006_20a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/gg06arrival_g4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Beckinsale! &lt;br /&gt;check out the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd runner up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/gg06arrival_g.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Evangeline Lily.&lt;br /&gt;purely for the colour of her dress, eyes and ear-rings. emerald GREEN baby. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who was the key-u-test/ most adorable couple on the red carpet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/_41223794_heath_getty.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger and Michelle Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess which rock queen decided to rock up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/2006_22.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Alanis Morrisette.&lt;br /&gt;Check out her diamond cuffs: conventional rocker with a red carpet twist. she looks gorgeous doesnt she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best look on the carpet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/2006_14a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/gg06arrival_g5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Portman. &lt;br /&gt;hands down. LOVE her pixie cut and cool dress. yes, i have a THING for lace. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADRIEN BRODY was there as well, but he looked so wash out and haggard so decided not to put him in ;p the guys were boring as USUAL. no cute guys. gyllenhaal was a no-show. bore.bore.bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring on the OSCARS baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113761774308812680?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113761774308812680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113761774308812680&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113761774308812680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113761774308812680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/01/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise, surprise'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113755149052468075</id><published>2006-01-18T02:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-18T02:31:30.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Golden Globes 2006</title><content type='html'>Go here go here go here! : &lt;a href="http://www.hfpa.org/videogallery/"&gt;http://www.hfpa.org/videogallery/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you knw golden globes was held yesterday.well go to the above and click on joaquinn pheonix's video clip (he won best actor in musical/comedy category, baby!)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha its HILARIOUS i tell you. it's the post-show press conference and he's so uncomfortable answering so many questions its just so CUTE. plus, he has this &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;are-we-finished?-cos-need-to-pee-really-really-badly&lt;/span&gt; expression the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and click on the sandra oh one as well. she's so high she cant think straight. she's practically bouncing of the walls. cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also they both look like they just wanna get the hell outta that press conference place. cause as joaquinn said (OUTLOUD) : "its kinda BORING" .omg. hahaha poor reporters. i really wouldnt wanna be them, holding back the winners of the night from their party-ing/celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta jet! gotta study aerospace. dont worry you're all invited to my funeral. hehe&lt;br /&gt;im so gonna fail *whimper*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113755149052468075?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113755149052468075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113755149052468075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113755149052468075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113755149052468075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/01/golden-globes-2006.html' title='Golden Globes 2006'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113737100101106894</id><published>2006-01-15T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:54:01.536Z</updated><title type='text'>IM the victim.</title><content type='html'>here i am being a good little girl,&lt;br /&gt;exercising my maths skills so i dont fail tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;(dont worry mom, i wont ;p)&lt;br /&gt;and blog surfing&lt;br /&gt;(im bummed to read that not many people had a good 2005)&lt;br /&gt;fyi, im a compulsive multi-tasker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sudddenly a sound interrupts me. cos its annoying and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;VERY AUDIBLE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my housemate teh-ing with her bf.&lt;br /&gt;(tho she maintains that its like, totally platonic. HELLO. we are neither blind nor DEAF for that matter) oh won't thoust take pity on my poor ears?&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, their not doing the do. pls, the girls of hse 2 are all angels *cue: halos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is. the walls and floor boards in the student village are all way TOO THIN. so therefore you hear EVERYTHING. luckily, i have no problems sleeping when the noises of the night plays its tune. well, cos i sleep like a pig. my sis will tell you that :P and i thank God.. i seriously thank HIM for giving me a house of all asians. why? u ask. well asians are MOSTLY conservative(tho a dying breed), and ang mohs are well, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;You do the math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha..he's screaming in pain now..i cant help but wonder why...i cant contain it. its just soo funny..hahaha..hey im not being a busybody with no life k. i was studying, they interrupted me. im but an innocent bystander/room-sider forced into situations beyond my control. hahahaha. unless i bust their room and say: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;now kiddies, play nice :) dont say googly stuff within my hearing range.&lt;/span&gt; but that would be unfair wont it? i mean people deserve their privacy. but its &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just their luck&lt;/span&gt; that i have a blog. *snigger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the story is: girls of house 2, dont teh with ur bfs under this roof because i will blog about it. kekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;. elvis has left the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. back to those maths questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: even if she reads this. she'll forgive me ;pppp prap-parap-pap-pada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113737100101106894?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113700006726882144</id><published>2006-01-11T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:48:32.386Z</updated><title type='text'>rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>im sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks not having my mom to take care of me, and cook me tasteless noodles or bland porridge to make me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i gotta make my own 'chin tong' noodles.&lt;br /&gt;now, i gotta remind myself to drink more water, get more rest, eat living pills and drink refresh.&lt;br /&gt;now, i got no one to 'fook si ngor' (layan me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, INDEPENDENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha obviously im doing something wrong cos my condition just gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain by Breaking Benjamin perfectly defines my mood right now. too bad i dont know how to insert songs into my blog. cis&lt;div 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(",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113675091720999493</id><published>2006-01-08T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:08:37.260Z</updated><title type='text'>i watched KONG</title><content type='html'>meet my newest crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/adrien_brody_front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mr ADRIEN BRODY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;isnt he the most sizzling piece of steak you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;ok, dont answer that.&lt;br /&gt;he just draws you in with those sad, sleepy eyes of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what attracts me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/0037E8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his huge, crooked nose and lopsided grin :P~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely NO IDEA why i think his nose is sexy, so dont ask. it just is ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didja know he's the youngest winner for the OSCAR'S best actor accolade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if you guys arent bored enough already, MORE PICTURES! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/0017E9.jpg" /&gt; poser -_-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/0067E1.jpg" /&gt; right back 'atcha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/logo.jpg" /&gt; alteregos..wooo that nose :P~&lt;br /&gt;hey waidaminute. the one on the extreme left kinda looks like a skinnier version of hugh jackman dunnit? and the one on the extreme right resembles orlando bloom. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO ALSO ALSOOO, he's got the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sexiest&lt;/span&gt; voice. and im definately NOT a fan of his taste in clothes. to spare you guys from his hideous taste in clothing i didnt post any of those up. thank me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is prolly gagging right now :P&lt;br /&gt;he always insisted that i take down my comp's wallpaper of seth green(its long gone) and put his(my dad's) pic up there. hahahaha. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FATHERS&lt;/span&gt;. you gotta love them. i know i love mine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113675091720999493?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113675091720999493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113675091720999493&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113675091720999493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113675091720999493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-watched-kong.html' title='i watched KONG'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113667744409537344</id><published>2006-01-07T23:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:44:04.126Z</updated><title type='text'>An ode to a cousin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/iris%20bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa-hey IRIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday doll! hope you dont kena from everyone too bad :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/iris%20bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/iris%20bday.jpg" 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;my god you mean its soooo puny? &lt;a href="mailto:!@#%^&amp;!@$%"&gt;!@#%^&amp;amp;!@$%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll fix it later. i gotta jet. stupid intoduction to materials is haunting me. exams, BAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113667744409537344?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113667744409537344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113667744409537344&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113667744409537344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113667744409537344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2006/01/ode-to-cousin.html' title='An ode to a cousin'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113553193979371725</id><published>2005-12-25T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-07T03:41:21.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Blast to the Past: Part 2</title><content type='html'>DECEMBER I DONT REMEMBER ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POKER NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knew we'd get bored during the hols so i bought a poker set on the way back from gatwick airport(i went to toulouse ma. the trip was ma-ma-dei only. translation: so-so. but airbus was awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. nothing much to say cept that we pretty much pigged out on nachos and choc fudge with ice cream whilst playing black jack and poker. and i pretty much suck at gambling. which is a good thing ;p not forgetting that johnson(room 1) is the cacat-est dealer ive ever seen. ROTFL. he should rethink his career options..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after awhile the girls dropped out and let the boys do their thang. my dough was running low so instead of losing out-and-out i decided to safe face and BOW OUT and donate the rest of my money to the boys. heh. wai will be the 1st to tell you about my ego. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics can be seen at my multiply&lt;br /&gt;just click on the link that says: tsuen's crap multiply&lt;br /&gt;lazy to post pics up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113553193979371725?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113553193979371725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113553193979371725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113553193979371725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113553193979371725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/12/blast-to-past-part-2.html' title='Blast to the Past: Part 2'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113553100707808179</id><published>2005-12-25T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-26T03:28:54.370Z</updated><title type='text'>Blast to the Past: Part 1</title><content type='html'>DECEMBER 16TH 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of uni bay-beh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house 2 celebrates by having our very own steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with self-made wantons and the whole she-bang. well, not quite the whole she-bang cos well, we're all students here and the only seafood we can afford are crabsticks :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s'ok! we're intelligent ppl. so we improvised. the menu consisted off: hand-made wantons, crabsticks, sausages, various types of meat balls(self-rolled) , vegetables, fu-chuk, glass noodles, prawns (that shrink when wet btw *raises eyebrow*) , and mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we are making wantons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/P1000517.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the various meat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/P1000526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room 9 and room 7 playing with the meat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/P1000519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the result: looks like a badly burnt victim dontcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/P1000520.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room 1 washing the veg: we ran out of bowls *snigger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/P1000521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making our sauces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/P1000530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makan! dig in! pek- ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/P1000538.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room 8 does some serenading. a blink fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/P1000571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls proved their mettle against the boys by trouncing them on the amount of helpings taken. v(^.^)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had 3 rounds in total. lasting until 6 a.m. in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;in between we transformed our kitchen into a karaoke lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113553100707808179?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113553100707808179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113553100707808179&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113553100707808179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113553100707808179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/12/blast-to-past-part-1.html' title='Blast to the Past: Part 1'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113552751337458463</id><published>2005-12-25T15:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-25T16:30:48.983Z</updated><title type='text'>she's back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;sorry for the long hiatus people. i got lazy *snigger* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just before Christmas hols i was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bombarded with truck loads of assignment by my heartless lecturers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ im working&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;forced to take leave from blogging&lt;br /&gt;============================================ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once your're out of the blogging groove, its hard to get back in. as i have so duly demo-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But(to the dismay of my readers) i have decided to fill you in on what ive been up to thus far. heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not fret my little nasty pirates and fiesty poppets(i watched pirates of the carribean again, so sue me ;p )im not gonna blog about them in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is just to pre-empt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;YE BE WARNED.&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/11590053-113552751337458463?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113552751337458463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113552751337458463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113552751337458463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113552751337458463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/12/shes-back.html' title='she&apos;s back'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113357624549930220</id><published>2005-12-03T01:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-03T02:34:02.306Z</updated><title type='text'>i betcha' dont!</title><content type='html'>i bet that McDonald's chains in sunny sunny msia dont have this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT1148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahh..just an ordinary Mcflurry u say?&lt;br /&gt;well me dears, there are after all TWO sides to every story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT1149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*evil laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;let me just say: ITS SO GOOD. ;p~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*DANCES WITH HER AFTER EIGHT MCFLURRY*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally watched harry potter, frankly i was more keen on exorcism of emily rose but theyd already bought tix.&lt;br /&gt;oh well at least it was better than the 3rd one. i dont even remember what that one was about -_-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKING NEWS: TODAY IS TWO OF MY CLOSEST FRIENDS BIRTHDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST WANTED TO SAY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY 19TH BABES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/15.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuen(left) and kitty(right) are FINALLY 19! hehe what took ya so long? ignore the one in the middle, its not her birthday yet..kakaka just kidding chingz dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just think. im the 1st one of this bunch to reach the big 2-0. NO. must pro-long last teen year as long as possible. must renounce birthday date. its a conspiracy i tell you, i wasnt born in march i was born in december as well &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i was back home to celeb with these crazy old farts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. anywayz im gonna hit the sack. its been a LONGGG day. and if i have time + mood i'll blog about it. but im betting ur praying that i dont ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, TOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta'ra.(thats how the british say goodbye)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113357624549930220?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113357624549930220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113357624549930220&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113357624549930220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113357624549930220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-betcha-dont.html' title='i betcha&apos; dont!'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113288515917623571</id><published>2005-11-25T02:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-25T04:08:15.076Z</updated><title type='text'>its snowing yo!</title><content type='html'>the moment is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing all us exported-to-uk jakun msians have been itching to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its SNOWING, BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justin: urs here yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. i can see it now;&lt;br /&gt;newspaper headline 25/11/2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOWN-FULL OF FROZEN BOLLOCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Malaysians' Noobie Ass Pawned by the Lich King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above headline is a direct by-product of spending WAYYY too much time with the guys before i left ;p . in case you didnt knw, its dota speak -_-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im off to frolick in the snow! quick!! camera battery! charge fasterrrr!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113288515917623571?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113288515917623571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113288515917623571&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113288515917623571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113288515917623571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-snowing-yo.html' title='its snowing yo!'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113262239809408016</id><published>2005-11-22T00:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T01:25:24.890Z</updated><title type='text'>DEPRIVED.</title><content type='html'>just read li yen's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna go shopping!! wawawa *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear even if ur not a shopper, one look at her blog and ur converted ;p seriously, she should get PAID for advertising brands. li yen, if i were you, i'd DEMAND advertising fee...&lt;br /&gt;...no. advertising ROYALTY . haha ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ANYWAY, i wanna go shopping. iris and shau fun are back home now. taking &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FULL ADVANTAGE&lt;/span&gt; of the heavenly relief from the exchange rate&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; i.am.SURE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all together now, girls :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SO CHEAAP AHH!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy!buy!buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. girly-ness is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, its too &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt; to shop. its so cold u just wanna sit in your room and rot under piles and piles of comforters. and being able to miraculously hold a hot mug-of-something(hot choc with whipped cream and marshmellows would be heaven :p~ . my ma would say:" drink REFRESH LA." yes ma, drinking now, a very good substitute) under all that is a definate P-L-U-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok. im being a drama queen. i only need one comforter. but still ;p i wish i could bring my comforter out in public. now wouldnt that be a sight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma, i need to get a winter coat. ;p its freezing. but the 100% wool one i have is too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan of action:&lt;br /&gt;1. work, work, work.&lt;br /&gt;2. save, save, save.&lt;br /&gt;3. spend, spend , spend.&lt;br /&gt;4. :)&lt;br /&gt;5. of course also spend on others laa (oh, NOW you wake up) *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;6. aiseh. malaysians ;p PROUD TO BE ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. it was nice dreaming. im off to do my aerospace assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could i sucker &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*YOU*&lt;/span&gt; into thinking i am fully capable of designing planes and convince you to buy my ideas(and that it would fly ;p) and gimme 15% of the contract fee upfront to fund my shopping spree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*FLUTTER* *FLUTTER* *POUT* *POUT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. didnt think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. guess its back to the ol' earn ur own keep eh? FINEE.. watch me.&lt;br /&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113262239809408016?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113262239809408016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113262239809408016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113262239809408016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113262239809408016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/11/deprived.html' title='DEPRIVED.'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113244522926109786</id><published>2005-11-20T00:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:52:04.426Z</updated><title type='text'>thank God for hommies :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Before i left for the UK,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these girls:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADE me a scrapbook..AWW.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT1009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which wasnt done on time btw, so they had to do it in my hse. they gave me this lame excuse saying they had to catch another dude's farewell party, Sean- who was leaving for russia in 2 days, and they were writing out heartfelt msgs for him. and i was thinking &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%^*"&gt;!@#$%^*&lt;/a&gt; what?! hey im leaving for uk right NOW and ur in my home..the least u could do is pay attention to me *pout* *pout* ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they turned the tables on me then, saying " SURPRISE! we made this scrapbook for you as a goin away present"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"say wha'...?" &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;*tsuen is dumbstruck*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i actually bought ur lame excuse guys. YOU GOT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read it on the plane dearies :) &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVED IT&lt;/span&gt;. and still &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVING IT&lt;/span&gt;. hehe..the very friendship of ours is represented in that book and it means a lot to me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*HUGS*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im getting all sappy..hehe..well once-in-a-while-sappiness is good for the heart ;p&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys :p i miss my high school babes :`(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/PICT0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/PICT0753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;batai gang&lt;/span&gt; as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who came over to my place for one last chat and made it hard for me to pry myself away to continue my last minute packing ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry to theng and mei yuen. hehe i dont have a pic with all of us in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my old comp was reformatted ma:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanks for the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MAD LAUGHTER&lt;/span&gt;, girls. and the scarf and beanie :) havent used it yet. not cold enough but soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not forgetting my S9! peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/iB96DDD24-DE17-478B-8459-0A3520A9A5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT1002.jpg" /&gt; squeeze and say, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CHEESE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT0995.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;, there's another girl, we share the same parents and USED to sleep under the same roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she single-handedly organised this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KLIA : my farewell&lt;br /&gt;her hp was set on fire by the sheer AMOUNT of texts she sent out.&lt;br /&gt;oh WAIT. her hp is always burnin'&lt;br /&gt;nyeks ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SISTA&lt;/span&gt;: irreplacable, loveable(*KOFF*), and totally miss-able :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/DSCN8114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/DSCN8114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this guy, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: rushed off straight from work half- way just to get to my farewell.never fails to make me laugh. miss him firetruck loads ;p.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and no. he's not a firefighter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats just him doing what he does best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;poser :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this last bunch of ppl were put last for a specific reason. so that they would be next to the closing sentences. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YOU ALWAYS SAVE THE BEST FOR LAST DONT YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above: my family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had no choice(but to be there). &gt;_&lt;&gt; &lt;p&gt;who has &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BLESSED&lt;/span&gt; me with so &lt;span color="#993399"&gt;MUCH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; for families as well. the whole lot of them. there were many aunts and uncles and grammas that blessed me :) but i dont have pics of them, not in my comp anyway, dang it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im gonna be sending out christmas cards like crazy this yr ;p&lt;br /&gt;ilek..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am blessed. Thank you &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-why does it always take distance to remind you that u are RICH?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113244522926109786?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113244522926109786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113244522926109786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113244522926109786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113244522926109786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/11/thank-god-for-hommies.html' title='thank God for hommies :)'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-111813662661481983</id><published>2005-11-19T15:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:38:06.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Pa &amp; Ma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;How selfhood begins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;with a walking away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ove proved in the letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;~ Cecil Day Lewis~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;An excerpt from : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Walking Away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For Sean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By C. Day Lewis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day-&lt;br /&gt;A sunny day with the leaves just turning,&lt;br /&gt;The touch-lines new-ruled - since I watched you play&lt;br /&gt;Your first game of fotball, then, like a satellite&lt;br /&gt;Wrenched from its orbit, go drifting away&lt;br /&gt;Behind a scatter of boys. I can see&lt;br /&gt;You walking away from me towards the school&lt;br /&gt;with the pathos of a half-fledged thing set free&lt;br /&gt;Into a wilderness, the gait of one&lt;br /&gt;Who finds no path where the path should be.&lt;br /&gt;That hesitant figure, eddying away&lt;br /&gt;Like a winged seed loosened from its parent stem,&lt;br /&gt;Has something I never quite grasp to convey&lt;br /&gt;About nature's give-and-take - the small, the scorching&lt;br /&gt;Ordeals which fire one's irresolute clay.&lt;br /&gt;I had worse partings, but none that so&lt;br /&gt;Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Saying what&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; alone could perfectly show-&lt;br /&gt;How selfhood begins with a walking away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And love proved in the letting go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: this was actually supposed to be posted right before i left but i er.. forgot.. DANG! that kinda spoils the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mood dunnit? ;p oh well, better late than NEVER right? keke.&lt;/div&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/11590053-111813662661481983?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/111813662661481983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=111813662661481983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/111813662661481983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/111813662661481983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/11/pa-ma.html' title='Pa &amp; Ma'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-113089627706227803</id><published>2005-11-02T01:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-02T01:54:27.636Z</updated><title type='text'>bring out the champange dah-ling..</title><content type='html'>cos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/REDS%20POSTER.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/REDS%20POSTER.0.jpg" 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;now thats what im talking about! go liverpool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. thats 3-o btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn it.turned out so small @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, you knw what they say: its not the SIZE that matters right?&lt;br /&gt;JUST THE SCORE LINE!! ;p woo hooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-113089627706227803?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/113089627706227803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=113089627706227803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113089627706227803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/113089627706227803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/11/bring-out-champange-dah-ling.html' title='bring out the champange dah-ling..'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-112977056397174397</id><published>2005-10-20T01:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T02:09:23.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mou liu.</title><content type='html'>haha i stumbled on someone's blog and did this quiz on the "keys to your heart" keke..true or false? who knows..i think i'll just leave it up to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for fun : my results&lt;br /&gt;that pic at the top is nice aint it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112977056397174397?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/112977056397174397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=112977056397174397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112977056397174397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112977056397174397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/10/mou-liu.html' title='mou liu.'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-112933100439380150</id><published>2005-10-14T23:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T00:35:15.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Here kitty, kitty, kitty..</title><content type='html'>Slept at 3 a.m. last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? cause a CAT saw an open door and waltzed right in. Just like a cat to make itself at home, regardless. Common courtesy isnt exactly in their vocab u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we love them anyway! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this chubby cat - with smOoOth tiger-esque stripped fur and baby soft paws - just plonked itself on the stair landing in between the ground floor and 1st. there it slept while we bored housemates oohed and aahed over the new and unexpected arrival whilst stroking it..soo cuteee..so manja. One of my hsemates decide to name it T-Zhai. cos the cat, with it lying there and all looked like it had had a full meal and was now very "zhai3". in english it bares more or less the same meaning as stuffed. why she put a T in front i'll never know. She's from Hong Kong btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i returned to my room- i get bored easily- to continue my chat with justin and julian(my cuz from kent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats when the drama began..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard a commotion outside and i decided to investigate. hahaha. apparently T-Zhai ran up the stairs into my hsemate's room and hid under her bed. countless devices and words were used to coax the stubborn animal out but to no avail. My hse mate even tried sweet talking it out in cantonese. when i came up with a BRIALLIANT deduction. i said " maybe it doesnt speak cantonese. try english -_-" " well, you dont have to be einstein to know if THAT worked or not..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i got bored-again- and later found out they finally managed to coax T-Zhai out with milk :) we allowed it to stay the night, but for caution's sake we put all our shoes into the boiler room lest T-Zhai decided to let loose any bodily secretions. aiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went to sleep. and in the morn was woken up by voices outside. the topic? the cat. found out later on that, that ingrate had decided to do just that - it pee-ed somewhere, im not quite sure where tho @.@ haha. and the girls chased it out. well, hospitality can only strecth so far. soil the carpet and ur outta here..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics of our overnight guest who left its mark- literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT1040resized.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working-class PUMA ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT1036resized.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Making itself at home -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT1039resized.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What u lookin' at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT1038resized.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manja-nyaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsuen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112933100439380150?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/112933100439380150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=112933100439380150&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112933100439380150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112933100439380150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/10/here-kitty-kitty-kitty.html' title='Here kitty, kitty, kitty..'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-112872965065016079</id><published>2005-10-08T00:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T01:00:50.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>so.excited.i.think.i'll.have.a.seizure.</title><content type='html'>MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hint:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;FRANCE &lt;/span&gt;we will go,&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;FRANCE&lt;/span&gt; we will go,&lt;br /&gt;hi ho the merry 'o,&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;FRANCE&lt;/span&gt; we will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not very subtle am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. im going to Toulouse, France to visit the Airbus factory. YEA BAY-BEH! woo hoooooo..!!! but the trip prolly will cost around 50-ish pounds. s'ok! im goin to the airbus factory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, plus, hear this...u WONT believe it! im going to be given FLYING lessons.....aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh *runs in circles* can u say, COOL? omgosh im so freakin excited, i cant see straight. took &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of effort not to start bopping in my seat.hehe. oh but the lessons wont be in france of course..my course is so cool! &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* yea sure tsuen, lemme hear u say that once the assignments start piling up and exams are near ;p *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;woe betide every aircraft in the british sky on the day i get my plane off the ground. ;p just pray that i dont suddenly shift into BURNOUT mode.kekeke. i miss that game :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"she cant even drive properly, and their giving her an aircraft?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HOI. i heard THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it might be an aircraft, it might be a airglider. the concept's similiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahhahahahahahahhaahhaa...boy this is goin to be so much FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to toulose! ;p ,&lt;br /&gt;tsuen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112872965065016079?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/112872965065016079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=112872965065016079&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112872965065016079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112872965065016079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/10/soexcitedithinkillhaveaseizure.html' title='so.excited.i.think.i&apos;ll.have.a.seizure.'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-112863798352261943</id><published>2005-10-06T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T00:16:20.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Supposed to be...</title><content type='html'>....memorizing the contents of a menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmm..something's fishy u ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is tsuen bored shitless that she has to resort to memorizing a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MENU&lt;/span&gt; of all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps she needs it when she goes into the aeronautical industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*GOD FORBID*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonono. i got a JOB. thats right. an honest-to-goodness job at an honest-to-goodness chinese take away named New Hong Kong. i work 5pm-11pm on fridays and saturdays. two days a week, 30 pounds a day. and im supposed to stand at the counter to take orders be it by phone or by person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take meal orders = memorize whole menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole menu includes specific no. of dish and price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS! whopee for me..i have to do quick sums MENTALLY. *groan* oh my poor brain. dang! pampered by the calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;take meal orders = memorize whole menu = (93 dishes + 18 side dishes ) x the no. of sums i have to in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha. sorry just had analysis 1 @ maths class today.. elek..but the formula isnt right. the multiplication part anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so thats what i SHOULD be doing, instead...i want to blog about my 1st self-cooked meal. i mean ive cooked dishes while i was here before. but the cooking was shared out between me and mates. sooo..this counts as my 1st self-cooked lunch.kekeke. tho i had an assistant who catered to my every whim. "chop the garlic!", "pass me the bowl"...which lead him to say " lui yan zhan hai mah fan -_-"" . stop nodding ur head wai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and justin and raymond amd nick and..and.. keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vualah! isnt it magnifique? @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/1st%20meal.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;actually there was a lot more spag than that. id already scooped some out by the time the photo was taken. it was supposed to be for two.err.. a little too much.. so my friend had two helpings. me? too full lar. so i left the rest for dinner ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit lar. the pic is too small &gt;.&lt; aih lazy ler. and ive GOT to get back to my memorizing. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo hoo! im going to Rhossili at Gower which is a beach in Swansea...cant wait, cant wait. *rubs hands in eager anticipation* muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;tsuen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112863798352261943?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/112863798352261943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=112863798352261943&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112863798352261943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112863798352261943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/10/supposed-to-be.html' title='Supposed to be...'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-112829440900614861</id><published>2005-10-02T23:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:06:49.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just..</title><content type='html'>10.30 pm. missed the liv vs chelsea EPL match earlier in the day so i went over to a friend's hse to watch the match highlights on telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking alone and in the dark- student village is safe and the hse wasnt very far, got spooked by a voice that said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsuen: hak sei ngor meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned to see two white guys sitting on their porch, drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsuen: u guys scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy 1: oh sorry. wanna come over and have a chat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought bubble: do i look like i was born yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsuen: err no thanks. im rushing over to watch football highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy 1: aww c'mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsuen: i NEED to watch the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy 1: football highlights are shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsuen: i missed the match i have no choice. *hurry over to friends hse on opp end*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy 1: love u (???!!!! just how drunk are these ppl?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*knock on the door* stupid KP stands on the other side doing nothing. he wants me to freeze u see. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go in. watch highlights. ciao. thank God those guys went back into their hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now know where to watch footie for free! the casinos and pubs allow u to watch cable for free plus drinks (with the exception of alc) are on the hse..kekeke. and i have people who'll watch it with me. people who i can trust of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the bus a few days back i evesdropped on a conversation ;p and found out that UK has the highest pregnancy rate in the world or EU, i forgot. no kidding. i see young girls pushing baby prams all over the place. walau. thats scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. im in a blogging mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsuen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112829440900614861?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/112829440900614861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=112829440900614861&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112829440900614861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112829440900614861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/10/just.html' title='Just..'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-112828879955272243</id><published>2005-10-02T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:32:38.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wa-hey, im in UK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/paul%20bettany.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i cried at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;too bad for u guys who missed it. kekeke ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd sept '05 : 11. 30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- found out my flight was delayed by 2 WHOLE hrs. made friends with total strangers; a girl from kl goin to warrick, uk, seniors from swansea and freshies, like me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- on plane, sat next to an ang mo couple. watched the sisterhood of the travelling pants (kitty: typical teen chick flick. seriously. no hint of originality whatsoever -_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th sept '05 : 7.00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- touchdown. stood in line at customs for a unbearably long time. went to collect baggage. thank God for guys :). hadnt realised i brought so many *sheepish smile* ehehe. sat on a bus to swansea for a stretch of time- i was drifting in and out of sleep so i dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- reached my student village. room not as small as i thought it would be :). unpacked. went out looked for my hsemate johnson whom i met on the plane. sei ma lau went out and left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went out of hse, nearly got scared to death by an ang mo guy(micheal vartan lookalike, cept cuter) who greeted me at the door as i was walking out. find out we're neighbours. met 2 other welsh guys and a spanish dude. get drinks and chat. follow them to the pub in the village- IDOL'S bar. british people drink ALOT. i brought water along. keke ;p prob the only one there drinking water. tried cider tho, it was really good. got educated on the different types of alcohol. ;p. learn a few welsh and spanish words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went to TESCO to get imp stuff. like: FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went for a international night organised by the Swansea CU(christian union). fun fun fun. we had a quiz and my grp won 3rd. met more people. one of the guys from the CU looked SO much like Paul Bettany (male lead in WIMBLEDON). i have pictures to prove it. met another dude who's engaged; at 20! (justin: poke poke ;p hahaha) met a mongolian chick with unconventional beauty@.@ and various other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/paul%20bettany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/paul%20bettany.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and *nyek*nyek* paul bettany&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;- been busy settling my uni stuff. like enrolling: my lecturer is nice :) , getting my student ID, opening a bank account, getting internet connection etc. met other people blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we have an eating ritual now. frens come over to my hse for breakfast; me and my 2 hsemates go over to their hse to cook dinner. because for dinner it's like, 7 guys and a girl(me) i am FORCED to eat faster lest the food run out -_-""" . plus i snack in between and no longer have the sensation of being FULL. shit. this is bad. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weather here is like genting :) unless the wind blows. slowly getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- so far, not homesick YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no jetlag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is as condensed as i can get. sorry if still too cheong hei. keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malaysia is still my home :) ,&lt;br /&gt;tsuen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112828879955272243?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/112828879955272243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=112828879955272243&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112828879955272243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112828879955272243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/10/wa-hey-im-in-uk.html' title='Wa-hey, im in UK!'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-112667232534519391</id><published>2005-09-14T05:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T05:42:47.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>peace.</title><content type='html'>We have decided to &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; till im &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we apologise that as leaders we didnt act apropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry if i stumbled anyone.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i wanted to post longer but this 56k modem is getting on my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NERVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok the cheong hei po within is just DYING to get out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rippp* argh she's loose, she's loose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i thank GOD for his perfect timing(it's an inside thing so dont bother trying to understand ;p), i thank GOD for friends who care. for people who do what needs to be done and not whisper behind my back how dissapointed they are, yadi yadi yada. dont get me wrong tho. the mistake was all &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt; an im &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; blaming anyone. im just thankful for friends who tell it to your face. friends who dont want to see you make the mistakes they made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i thank GOD for my sisters at CBC. and my REAL sister too :) they were the catalysts, in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i really admire the strong women of CBC: jen ling, esther and my cuz iris. women of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i want to be a woman of faith too, therefore im leaving it up to GOD. i'll do what i can but the rest is in his hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i thank GOD for *him*. through this ive learned 1st hand the importance of loving/liking someone who is equally yolked. someone who will understand right off the bat when u tell him your reasons. someone who'll readily admit his mistake. someone who will pray a prayer of repentance with you. someone who will wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I shall wait on God.&lt;/span&gt; and listen for his answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112667232534519391?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-112352262010682574</id><published>2005-08-08T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:37:00.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I see now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...and somehow i cant stop smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*pauses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;but in a good way. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;currently trying to suppress laughter from bubbling out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;reality just bit me in the ass. hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in the form of a JUSTIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im leaving in 6 weeks. he means well, bless him. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know what tomorrow will bring but i'll gladly be content with the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to you, my confused reader. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112352262010682574?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-112322637656553486</id><published>2005-08-05T08:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T08:19:36.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a hint of emo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;september is coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i am not ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;that thing surrounded by a ribcage we call a heart, aches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i dont want to leave, really.  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but i know i must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;... must i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;wake me up when september ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{if green day's song were actually playing right now, i just might cry.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{thank God they play Light&amp;Easy over here. heh.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{and pls, that coloured, pathetic rant above is NOT my pathetic attempt at a poem. im not THAT emo}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;wa-hey, but look on the bright side...loads of hot, curly-haired guai lous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;too bad, thats not looking very tempting right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey u know what, i actually feel better. hahaha. temporary lapse of sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i have the guts to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112322637656553486?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/112322637656553486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=112322637656553486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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apporapriate time to give a big SHOUTOUT of public appreciation to my drivers. ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Male lead: Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/PICT0788rotated.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an unpaid and mentally harassed driver. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An A&amp;amp;W bear in human skin. this sweetie here has been faithfully and ungrudgingly fetching me and my sis around since...oh i dont remember when. and through these driving excursions we have become closer to the point where he is comfortable opening up to me. well, brute force helps too :) . I, in return, have been subtlely teaching him how to be a more sensitive and observant guy when in comes to girls. You'll thank me in the end justin! hahaha. its for ur own good. its been great riding in the white honda of his, which probably stinks of mcDs due to our penchant for all things fried and cold. Many a time have we sneaked over to the great big familiar drive-in to order scrumpcious golden, crispy McDs fries(me) and Mcflurry(Justin). Although i am faithful to my fries, he is a tad fickle and changes his cravings often. Thus, justin is to be blamed for my pizza face as he always tempts me. *sticks her tongue out at justin* Hey justin its been great torturing you in ur car( and u thought u were safe, wahahaha). i will miss that dumb glove compartment and that stubborn seatbelt of yours when u go overseas. and of course i'll miss you :) .... and your car! ahaha. ur unpaid sevices is deeply appreciated. oh yes, dont think i wont be needing them anymore, cos i will. i just wanted to say thanks. muahahaha. u cant get rid of me that easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Male lead: Wai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/tsuen/jialsedited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai wa extroadinare and mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fly in human skin. A sheep in wolfs clothing(nope i didnt get the saying wrong, i'll explain later). this dude here has only recently taken up driving duties from justin. You know, lighten the BURDEN. hahaha. even then, during the short time (roughly starting from the time he started bumming) we have gotten to know each other, and discovered that we actually have quite alot in common, which is kinda freaky. haha.. anyway. put us together in a car and we'll bicker and insult each other till the cows come home. We cant even have a decent civilised conversation on the phone without one of us picking on the other. usually, i win. *nyeks* keep up wai. Anyway, why i say he's a sheep in wolves clothing? cos even tho he bullies me, he's actually a really nice guy *gasp*. hahaha. once, when i had to get to a friends hse to send her off before she left for oz and i had no transport. he offered, when it had nothing to do with him. awwww. how sweet. i was desperate, cos i would probably never see her forever and ever(ok, 3 yrs, but still haha) so i swallowed my pai-seh ness and took up his offer. mana tau, i gave him the satisfaction of making me feel bad about the whole thing. hahaha. he even offered to send me home. what? and give u gloating rights? no wayy...hahaha. but nola, thanks wai, its been great thumping you in ur own game while we're in ur handa city. *grin*.its been fun :) oh yes, same as justin. u still gotta fetch me around. i mean, think of poor justin, the burden's all on him. hahaha..but no la, i really appreaciate it :). just wanted u guys to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ur pictures can be changed if u guys want. just send me the pic. ahaha.. lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supporting males:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nick&lt;br /&gt;2. Julian&lt;br /&gt;3. Ivan&lt;br /&gt;4. Ik&lt;br /&gt;5. Others whom i cannot reall right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you guys are all appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, thanks to the dudes and duddettes that take the time to go out for lunch with me now that im working. yes, ray, i feel loved. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to nick for crippling his arm and to ray for ripping of his face today :S . it was the cochroach!&lt;br /&gt;maybe when i have the time i'll tell u guys how my phobia of cochroaches came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112299874499832874?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/112299874499832874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=112299874499832874&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112299874499832874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112299874499832874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/08/ode-to-drivers.html' title='An ode to THE DRIVERS.'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-112230855285568519</id><published>2005-07-25T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T17:26:29.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratings.</title><content type='html'>haha. i was chatting with a friend one day about how he rates girls. the purely physical aspect of rating. and i was quite surprised at how he rated girls. ruthless, in a word. hahaha.. his is on a scale of 1 to 10. so it got ME to thinking about how i rate guys. and i found out that when it comes to thinking who's hot and who's not, ahaha, i either have really weird, *ahem* UNCONVENTIONAL taste or i dont have very high expectations. seems like i like most tom, dick and harrys. but then againnn, there's always the bobs, matts and jacks the i dont like. ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, instead of a numbering scale, ive put mine under categories. i dont rate them. too tricky. cute means cute. then end. haha. oh u guys might want to skip thru the names. im not very selective.ehehe. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CURLIES:&lt;br /&gt;definition: curly hair. nuff said. dreadlocks are cool too.&lt;br /&gt;eg: gabriel cade (from survivor marquesas) , ethan zohn(survivor africa), brandon boyd(incubus lead) and many, many, many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NERDS:&lt;br /&gt;def: this one im abit picky. mostly i think nerds will look good as long as they update their clothes sense and get a pair of specs that actually suits their face shape. cos i think ALL guys are cuter with specs on. oh, and wash their hair.&lt;br /&gt;eg: adam brody, matthew ferguson(comp whiz birkoff from la femme nikita), that dude who wears the same shirt everyday from lizzie mcguire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ASIANS:&lt;br /&gt;def: haha. their asian. hey dont get me wrong, its not like i think guai lo's are all hot and asians are not. its just that i dont know how to grp them. they dont have curly hair, are not nerds etc. so i grped them together.&lt;br /&gt;eg: Jang hyuk(korean), kwon sang woo(kor), Edison chen(duhh), wong he, Chang chen(the barbarian from crouching tiger, hidden dragon), Daniel wu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SPORTSMEN:&lt;br /&gt;def: they play sports. ahaha. nothing hotter than a guy who's passionate about sports.&lt;br /&gt;eg: football= pablo aimar(valencia, he's got curly hair 2), luis garcia(liv), gianluigi buffon(juventus). X-treme sprt= blake dennis(roller-blades), takeshi yasutoko(rb), aiyo xgames got alot la. tennis= lleyton hewitt, xavier malisse and gaston gaudio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PRETTY BOYS:&lt;br /&gt;def: and i thought i was over them.&lt;br /&gt;eg: orlando bloom(1st impression when he appeared on LOTR, "another blond" rolls eyes. smitten by his archery skills 1st, then only realised he was cute.&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;at the END of the movie.&lt;/span&gt; haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE INTENSE:&lt;br /&gt;def: eyes and demeanor. u feel as if they'll burn right through u.&lt;br /&gt;eg: joaquinn phoenix and jake gyllenhaal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OLDER MEN:&lt;br /&gt;def: old enough.&lt;br /&gt;eg: matthew modine and mickey rourke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personal fav:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/montage1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/400/montage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GOOFBALLS/ CLOWNS:&lt;br /&gt;def: they crack me up&lt;br /&gt;eg: seth green and seann william scott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112230855285568519?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/112230855285568519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=112230855285568519&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112230855285568519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112230855285568519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/07/ratings.html' title='Ratings.'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-112213856737305133</id><published>2005-07-23T17:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:43:23.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random episodes in malls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;edits: in red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SUNWAY PYRAMID(monday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-tried on this really cute &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ink Weave Front&lt;/span&gt; dress from miss selfridge. which is weird cos i dont really DO dresses. hmm, maybe im like hormonal or something. But anywayyy, its the cutest dress ever and it actually looks good on me! *gasp* ive just got to have it. but alas, for a cool RM 183.00, my parents think it's rm 183.00 TOO MUCH. actually i think so too.to spend a bomb on a dress which im probably never going to wear.hahaha. but its been playing on my mind since and i tried it on, on monday for goodness sake! damn dress, wont leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;anyhoo, here's the pic of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the pic will be uploaded shortly, just as soon as jason figures out..haha thanks jason! ur tha bomb! just this once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/1600/tsuen_selfridgedress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5009/625/320/tsuen_selfridgedress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. i hope i dont get sued by miss selfridge. hey its free advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;finally dress is here. thanks jason and nick. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1 UTAMA(today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;- walking around with my family i saw a scene in a shop that i thought was really sweet. it was in an accessory shop and this mid 50s-60s couple were in it. The husband was putting on an earring for his wife. and on his face was an expression that said" oh, better not apply too much force, carefully now, wouldnt want to rip her ear off", caring, warm and a little cheeky. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;as if her ear was the most delicate thing in the world.&lt;/span&gt;while he was doing this she was giggling like a little schoolgirl. abit embarassed like how a girl gets when someone she loves blatantly shows her affection in public. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the thing is, these two were not your average young-giggly-and-in-the-early-throes-of-love couple. they were old and married. its not often(at least among asians) that elderly couples to show affection to each other. much less in public! Nowadays, if the marriage does not end in divorce, they will probably bicker to their deathbeds. call me cynical but its true. or maybe ive watched too many american tv shows. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i too hope for a relationship with my future husband that resembles that elderly couple. at that age, when passion and heat has long since gone, we are left with commitment, loyalty and trust which is probably more substantial than passion but no more important. just a different feeling in different phases of your life together.*sigh*they were so sweet. at that age, i think you find each other bad habits annoying yet somehow ENDEARING still. and mayb even sexy? haha if i were talking about this with iris, i can see her go" ohmygosh, he's is sooOo sexy when he farts...ohh lala" hahaha. rightttt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;then we'd laugh like nobody's business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;miss her laugh already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ah well, just me, thinking wayy too much. but u know, u cant help wondering, i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;oh yes, and i tried on another dress at miss selfridge. so nice! but not as nice as the one above.heehee. cheaper tho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but makes me look as if im preggers. empire cut ma. oh and i dreamt about it last night. haha. obsession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*wails and rolls on the floor* i wanna go shopping! sales! why do i hafta workkk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112213856737305133?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/112213856737305133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=112213856737305133&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112213856737305133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112213856737305133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/07/random-episodes-in-malls.html' title='Random episodes in malls'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-112114719586534297</id><published>2005-07-12T06:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T07:17:37.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>For those of you who haven't watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;M. Night Shyamalan&lt;/span&gt;.(oh his cameo is pretty subtle and fleeting so PAY ATTENTION. if not u'll miss it) Stop right here. Spoiler below. its not really a "spoiler" in the sense that i give away the twist or the gist of the story. No, what i've posted below is a scene from the movie. The MOST romantic scene ever in terms of dialogue and emotion, nothing physical tho(sorry guys) hhahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't watched but dare to read, dont worry, it wont spoil your cinematic experience.(for when you DO watch it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i just have to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Village: the porch scene.&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Lucius Hunt(male lead-joaquin phoenix) and Ivy Walker(female lead-bryce dallas howard. a noob*, but she's goooood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy is blind and Lucius rarely speaks unless spoken to.&lt;br /&gt;In this scene Ivy is startled awake by someone sitting on the porch just beyond her window. She walks out and sits next to Lucius. He remains silent so she speaks 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivy&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;The elders are going to have an inquiry tomorrow. Each member of the village is to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;questioned at the meeting hall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucius: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see how the border was breached?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucius&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; It is cold outside. You ought to go in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivy&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; Why are you on this porch?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucius&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; It is not safe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; There are other porches. (Silence)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;find me too much of a tomboy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(oh man, this one hits home ;p) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do long to do boy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;things. Like that game the boys play at the stump. They put their backs to the woods and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;see how long they can wait before getting scared. It's so exciting.(pause) I understand you hold &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the record. It will never be broken, they say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucius:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;It's just children's games.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; How is it you are brave when all the rest of us shake in our boots?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucius:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I do not worry about what will happen. Only what needs to be done. How did you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;know i was here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I saw you at the window. No! I won't tell you your colour. Stop asking.(she whispers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we are married, will you dance with me? (Lucius looks up at her, astonished) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( i like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;her, she doesnt mince her words. i've been told i do the same ;p) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find dancing very &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;agreeable. (pause) Why can't you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say what is in your head?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucius: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can you not stop saying what is in yours?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(wah piang!**) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why must you lead &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i want to lead? If i want to dance, i will ask you to dance. If i want to speak, I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why? What good is it to tell you you are in my every thought from the time i wake? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What good can come from my saying that i sometimes cannot think clearly or do my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;work properly? What gain can rise from my telling you the only time i feel fear as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;others do....(pause) is when i think of you in harm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(*sigh* *faints on the floor*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why i am on this porch Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(he says softly and gently) I will dance with you on our wedding night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She tears, He caresses her face, they kiss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it magnificent? so sweeeeet. After i watched the movie i was like " i want a silent, quiet type". *swoon* they act all timid and etc then after much provocation, they pounce on you. wahhh. hahaha. but anyway, its been quite some time since i've watched the movie and reality has since brought me back down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality no. 1: there is no such guy.&lt;br /&gt;reality no. 2: even if there is such a guy, i beh tahan quiet types la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...isnt joaquin pheonix just so gooood? his acting, his eyes: intense is the key word here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn! my dad just gave me homework :s ....say whatttt? he wants me to manipulate some fonts for him. hmmm, never knew i looked like a computer genius. wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, i copied the above dialogue all by hand from the vcd.(im so dedicated, blekk) yay! dont you just love ori vcds? they dont stick or stutter. so easy, so smooth when you want to reverse it or forward it or just plain pause it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*)- noob is dota slang for newbie. aiks. spending wayy too much time with these ppl.&lt;br /&gt;(**)- wai's usual expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the movie. gtg now. ciaoz ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112114719586534297?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/112114719586534297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=112114719586534297&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112114719586534297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112114719586534297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/07/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-112072856810501962</id><published>2005-07-07T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:31:50.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Death list</title><content type='html'>i hereby charge these person(s) of crimes against humanity-namely ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATH LIST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;George Bush (God will do it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saddam Hussein (God will also do it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christpher Ong Chin Wai a.k.a the fly (ohhh you're sooooo gonna get it mr)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be continued...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Justin: You're extreeeeemely close to being no.4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha...the exact nature of crimes committed by these villains, i will not disclose. unless of course it comes out in an article in NEWSWEEK or something; for which no. 1 and no. 2 it has already been done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;n0. 3 however. que: jaws soundtrack. be afraid. be VERY afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Disclaimer: this particular blog is done in jest and i do not harbour any malice towards these people. or do i? muahahahhaa. and yes, i suddenly have a penchant for the jaws soundtrack, so sue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112072856810501962?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/112072856810501962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=112072856810501962&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112072856810501962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112072856810501962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/07/death-list.html' title='Death list'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11590053.post-112070989202356810</id><published>2005-07-07T05:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T05:27:51.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you spell F-U-N?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was FUN. Using two cars we drove for lunch at some chinese yong tau fu place and ate lunch. while we were busy muching, wai whipped out his dvcam and asked us "tell us about the best day of your life?" and proceeded to do that 70's show thing where the camera goes round the table focussing on each person one by one. no one could really seem to remember the best day of their lives. mmm. maybe it hasnt happened yet. food was so-so, but the company was funny. found out wai also likes brinjal. haha. great minds think alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wai's car: me, iris, justin and nick&lt;br /&gt;ivan's car: the phoonlets -jason and julian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We group of 8 went up to genting highlands for a day trip. had mega fun goofing off with the camera and videocam. u know, i think im turning into a camwhore. being around with these ppl for prolonged amounts of time has turned me into one of them! *gasp* ive realised im not so shy in front of the videocam anymore. i mean, its all in the name of fun right? i've learned to accept my physical flaws...or at least ignore it! as sze wuen-she's in oz- says: aiya! nobody will notice it if YOU dont notice it. but it really is quite liberating once you've broken out of your self-concious box. ahhhh..now all we gotta do is turn ivan into a camwhore..whoa. not an easy task i should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned to low-altitude kl by 7pm and had dinner with nick, justin and jason. wai joined us later. had a good time chatting with them about everything and nothing at all. haha. all of us shared our childhood experiences. *wags finger at wai* haha. it was nice la. just chilling with music playing in the backgrd as two indonesians(i think) were busking nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai sent me home and had an encouraging talk with him as he shared his experiences abroad and i shared my fears of GOING abroad. We really have quite alot in common its uncanny. haha. i think i'll take him as my mentor. hahaha. no im serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a weird dream last night. And no, its a secret. que: jaws soundtrack. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out some of the genting pics at the "iriss" link.&lt;br /&gt;iris: hilarious captions!&lt;br /&gt;julian: update ur blog. or else...haha que: jaws soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaoz ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11590053-112070989202356810?l=akintofrisking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/feeds/112070989202356810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11590053&amp;postID=112070989202356810&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112070989202356810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11590053/posts/default/112070989202356810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akintofrisking.blogspot.com/2005/07/can-you-spell-f-u-n.html' title='Can you spell F-U-N?'/><author><name>tsuen (",)v</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12342153151168519948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
