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enjoyed them all like time never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the sweet things,&lt;br /&gt;All the hard times,&lt;br /&gt;All the time spent,&lt;br /&gt;with all my good friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed football,&lt;br /&gt;I missed futsal,&lt;br /&gt;I missed snooker,&lt;br /&gt;I missed teh tarik ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the good old times,&lt;br /&gt;with my good old friends&lt;br /&gt;if I can choose,&lt;br /&gt;I will go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting right here,&lt;br /&gt;in front of my office PC,&lt;br /&gt;struggling to recount the days I had before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to know,&lt;br /&gt;it's too valuable&lt;br /&gt;it's just too sentimental,&lt;br /&gt;sentimental of which, money cannot buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If time can turn back one more time,&lt;br /&gt;I will pen them down,&lt;br /&gt;remember them well,&lt;br /&gt;recount them until my brain swell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as of now,&lt;br /&gt;I have come to know,&lt;br /&gt;I can only look back,&lt;br /&gt;but can never go back ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to value my past,&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to recount the happy moments,&lt;br /&gt;If time can reverse again,&lt;br /&gt;I will cherish all until the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-4455186152822405107?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/4455186152822405107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-only-time-can-turn-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4455186152822405107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why am I always the one to save other people's asses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always the one to lead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always the one to shoulder responsibilities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always the ONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ..... ?&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/8549953500072581257-6534741834466761409?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/6534741834466761409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2011/01/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6534741834466761409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6534741834466761409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2011/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-5560410498612106524</id><published>2011-01-12T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T09:41:56.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Overestimation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TS3mp5BWuhI/AAAAAAAAASc/SECALWPKuGI/s1600/Facebook-icon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TS3mp5BWuhI/AAAAAAAAASc/SECALWPKuGI/s320/Facebook-icon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561354722227960338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, I thought I knew this good friend of mine well. Perhaps, I was wrong. Here goes the story. He logged into his facebook account with my laptop. He left for school without logging out soon after. So, I posted some silly stuffs with his facebook profile. Subsequently, he got so pissed off. Alright, I was wrong. I used to have a bunch of friends who did this sort of stuff to each other. But the same joke can't really gel well with everyone. Typically to this good friend of mine. No doubt, this good friend of mine didn't really sit well with the silly jokes. Invading his privacy was his point. Well, he was right. Maybe being childish at the age of 22 makes people feels sick though. I overestimated his tolerance over jokes and silly acts. I shall be more cautious than ever in the future. Some people really have no tolerance over silly acts involving image rights. Lesson to learn here, different people, different social circle, different set of communication protocols. Anyway, I still love him. After all, we saved each other's asses from death in Sungai Pahang some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, I was wrong, my bad.&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/8549953500072581257-5560410498612106524?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/5560410498612106524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2011/01/overestimation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5560410498612106524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5560410498612106524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2011/01/overestimation.html' title='Overestimation'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TS3mp5BWuhI/AAAAAAAAASc/SECALWPKuGI/s72-c/Facebook-icon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-2776727459942126661</id><published>2011-01-01T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:03:43.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Spending Spree</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of 2011. In order to make sure I know where my money went last year, let's recap on my  expenditures which I made from June to December 2010 as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9gfI76ijI/AAAAAAAAARE/IUxpGDflIl4/s1600/Esprit%2BWatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9gfI76ijI/AAAAAAAAARE/IUxpGDflIl4/s200/Esprit%2BWatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557266553289476658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esprit Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, so I have no idea what model this watch is. RM320 with no resale value is not something to be proud of. But at least I don't wear a Swiss made watch around in office during work to impress my boss. He's a humble guy who wears only a lowly Seiko though. I still need my salary to survive ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9ggaY1uAI/AAAAAAAAARk/KNTve0VFk6c/s1600/Tissot%2BPRS516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9ggaY1uAI/AAAAAAAAARk/KNTve0VFk6c/s200/Tissot%2BPRS516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557266575154067458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tissot PRS516 Chronograph Automatic Valjoux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so this is the Swiss watch which I'm talking about. Before I completed my intern in Standard Chartered, I bought this to compensate myself for all the hard work I've had. This fine timepiece cost me a whopping RM3,260. Not a bad price after a discount from an original price tag of RM4,659.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9gftdgXtI/AAAAAAAAARU/wQ-L4LVxRH0/s1600/Holland%2BJersey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9gftdgXtI/AAAAAAAAARU/wQ-L4LVxRH0/s200/Holland%2BJersey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557266563094044370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holland 2010 National Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, at RM259, this is not really a big deal. But hey, I don't really buy football jersey that often. Hence, this should be 1 of the highlights of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9gfiKDIpI/AAAAAAAAARM/09nGKxVG8qQ/s1600/Crocs%2BHolland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9gfiKDIpI/AAAAAAAAARM/09nGKxVG8qQ/s200/Crocs%2BHolland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557266560059646610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This limited edition Crocs was really tempting. At RM200, it was totally a bargain. The World Cup was a disappointment. With Spain being crowned as the world champions, no one seems to care about the Dutch anymore. But I don't give a damn, it's a limited edition. On top of that, I'm a die hard Dutch fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9ggPTlnHI/AAAAAAAAARc/2LxNfha2SwM/s1600/Sony%2BEriricson%2BSatio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9ggPTlnHI/AAAAAAAAARc/2LxNfha2SwM/s200/Sony%2BEriricson%2BSatio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557266572179250290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sony Ericsson Satio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my Motorola V6 on the verge of dying, I needed a new phone, a flashy gadget. So with iPhone hot in the market, I'm not getting one of those. I don't care how good it is, the Apple is rubbish! I'd rather have the most powerful camera to date. At RM1200, I'll sit well with the 12.1MP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9oA2Mg-fI/AAAAAAAAASE/F-G2NZAeGvQ/s1600/Nike%2BT5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9oA2Mg-fI/AAAAAAAAASE/F-G2NZAeGvQ/s200/Nike%2BT5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557274828955777522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nike T-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ostentatiously, I bought this pair of shoes under tremendous influence from my pal. But the shoes ain't that bad. At RM300, it is kinda cool to have a pair of yellow futsal shoes of which only gay will wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9oBFpB6UI/AAAAAAAAASM/byZF6-EkNjU/s1600/Nike%2BSneakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9oBFpB6UI/AAAAAAAAASM/byZF6-EkNjU/s200/Nike%2BSneakers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557274833101908290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nike Sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pair of shoes isn't really that catchy. It's easy on the eyes. Nothing much compared to other expensive ones. in fact, I got it for a discount. A modest sum @ RM159, my pleasure ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9oBTPIKEI/AAAAAAAAASU/M8NCo630Vi0/s1600/Nike%2BLunarEclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9oBTPIKEI/AAAAAAAAASU/M8NCo630Vi0/s200/Nike%2BLunarEclipse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557274836751362114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nike Lunareclipse+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My most ridiculous and most expensive running shoes ever. I pondered for two hours before making the purchase. RM519, ouch! I'll make sure I run far and fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come in 2011, hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-2776727459942126661?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/2776727459942126661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2011/01/spending-spree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/2776727459942126661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/2776727459942126661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2011/01/spending-spree.html' title='Spending Spree'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TR9gfI76ijI/AAAAAAAAARE/IUxpGDflIl4/s72-c/Esprit%2BWatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-5132592997521534455</id><published>2010-12-28T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:47:43.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TRmjRvR3ldI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Qud6OQeN7i8/s1600/BB%2BBee2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TRmjRvR3ldI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Qud6OQeN7i8/s320/BB%2BBee2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555651140482733522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Busy Bee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;December is really a pain in the ass. A thesis, assignments' commitment as a leader to majority of them, and vitally, an investment research challenge organized by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CFA&lt;/span&gt; (Chartered Financial Analyst)  have all but taken a huge toll on me. As of today, majority of them have been solved apart from my thesis. Failure to qualify for the final of the investment challenge is another weird feeling. The feeling is somehow mixed. Many of my academic tasks have been neglected for the sake of that competition. I even went as far as sacrificing my Christmas Eve for the sake of it. Man .... this is my final Christmas as a student.... Sadly but a sigh of relieve though, it posed as a blessing in disguise which would allow me some breathing space for my thesis and final exam. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; ..... I'm so lost now. I don't know whether to cry or smile....  Perhaps, I shall keep myself busy for now ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kejiwangan&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tidak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;terhingga&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hingga&lt;/span&gt;, this is the phrase which perfectly describes the busy bee me now ..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt; ...... This will be the only post for December, happy new year in advance .... Goodbye 2010.&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/8549953500072581257-5132592997521534455?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/5132592997521534455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/12/busy-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5132592997521534455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5132592997521534455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/12/busy-bee.html' title='2010'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TRmjRvR3ldI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Qud6OQeN7i8/s72-c/BB%2BBee2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-130250630429105638</id><published>2010-11-22T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T03:44:36.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap n&apos; Rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Nilco Syrup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TOpsap8AToI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EakJa84sqRM/s1600/Nico%2BSyrup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TOpsap8AToI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EakJa84sqRM/s320/Nico%2BSyrup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542361496622747266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The "Fall Asleep" Drug&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health has never been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's week 6 of school now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I haven't really enjoyed a good game of football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body's rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medicines and rests may be the alternative solutions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for how long this deterioration would last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These drugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make me feel high,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel numb,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so vulnerable to these negative repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're the catalyst of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jiwang&lt;/span&gt; stature now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The onus of responsibility lies in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I misuse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nilco&lt;/span&gt; syrup,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a method to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under various circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm deprived of my good night's sleep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a consecutive run of 6 week .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my life back .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arrgghh&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-130250630429105638?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/130250630429105638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/11/nilco-syrup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/130250630429105638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/130250630429105638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/11/nilco-syrup.html' title='Nilco Syrup'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TOpsap8AToI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EakJa84sqRM/s72-c/Nico%2BSyrup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-7628722902007057583</id><published>2010-11-11T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:01:20.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap n&apos; Rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Lust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TNwb_P8VsvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZtofTuXmQag/s1600/lust.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TNwb_P8VsvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZtofTuXmQag/s320/lust.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538332415184188146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life's A Pitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what? After a break from blogging for a few weeks, I came across this book - "Life's a Pitch". Uhm well, it's kinda interesting to discover the essential 12 levels in life regarding to "lust". Here goes the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Level 1 - Eye to body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2 - Eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3 - Voice to voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4 - Hand to hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5 - Arm to shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6 - Arm to waist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7 - Mouth to mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8 - Hand to head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9 - Hand to body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10 - Mouth to breast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11 - Hand to genitals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12 - Genitals to genitals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lust is a craving for sexual intercourse. Hence, don't get astonished or petrified by this,. In this 21st Century, we tend to skip some of these levels and progress to the final ones. Truth be told, it's better to enjoy rather than skipping. Lust, it does your body good. What say you? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-7628722902007057583?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/7628722902007057583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/11/lust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7628722902007057583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7628722902007057583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/11/lust.html' title='Lust'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TNwb_P8VsvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZtofTuXmQag/s72-c/lust.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1877375993837900651</id><published>2010-10-29T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:03:33.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Total Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TMsI4B8n6aI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8IprZQb7raU/s1600/poorfamily_28656_lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TMsI4B8n6aI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8IprZQb7raU/s320/poorfamily_28656_lg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533526325843192226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Failure&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm tired and exhausted. It has been 6 months since I received my pocket money from my parents. When I asked, they refrained. I attempted the same question multiple times, but to no avail. In every sense as a student, I shall be provided the money. That's my right. I didn't mind for the fact that I wasn't paid for the first 5 months as I was doing my industrial training, generating sufficient money to pay for my rents, school fees, and pocket money. Surprisingly, I contributed the family a few thousand bucks as well. So, now I'm on my course for the final days in month 6, and I was told that financially, they're not able to provide me the money for food... This is bad .... real bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I'm selfish. My dad is a bankrupt, my mum is the sole-breadwinner of my family. I felt sorry, but I felt worse for myself. I didn't have a choice. I didn't ask to be born into this family. Perhaps, I did something awfully wrong in my past life. Or else, I don't deserve this. Knowing the fact that the current predicament of my family has been a long drawn affair for years, I chose not to understand their difficulties occasionally. I love my family, and I know they love me as well. But the love is often obstructed by money matter, causing inferno and catastrophe in the house from time to time. The love is there, but I just can't feel it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the common point of view of the society, I may be deemed as the wrong party, being ignorant and stubborn. A grown up boy who doesn't understand life, what's the worth of me living in this world? From my point of view, the family is a total failure, financially and emotionally. For the first time, I feel so unsecured. I worked as a contract staff in a bank for 5 month, but they assumed 5 years. WTF? I'm only a STUDENT. Worst of all, they expect me to have saved sufficient bucks to start school. Mistakenly, they perceived me for overspending on unnecessary luxuries in life. But even so, wasn't I entitled to do so in order to compensate myself after a lengthy spell in the bank? They should count themselves lucky as I lightened up their burden by not asking money from them. Oh boy .... I feel so tired to shoulder the burden of their dependency on me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They might have did their best, but their best was just not good enough. I did my best, but my best was just not good enough either. I understand, but I choose not to understand. My advice is, please make sure you have the money before you get married and have children.  Your child doesn't deserve this, he/she doesn't have a choice, but you DO. Most importantly, you must be financially healthy and maintaining it for  the rest of your life is a mandatory requirement. I have my rights as a  student. I will do everything possible within my capability to resolve  this in the very near future. But for now, there's only a phrase to describe my family, total FAILURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHUCK!&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/8549953500072581257-1877375993837900651?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1877375993837900651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/10/total-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1877375993837900651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1877375993837900651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/10/total-failure.html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>21st Century Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;Parents just don't care to understand the child,&lt;br /&gt;for they think that the child should be understanding,&lt;br /&gt;The child doesn't want to understand the parents,&lt;br /&gt;for they think they hold the responsibility to care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one cares to understand,&lt;br /&gt;no one wants to give a damn,&lt;br /&gt;this is how it looks like to me,&lt;br /&gt;the 21st century's family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-9163143190031200747?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1294261286610999906</id><published>2010-10-23T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T03:27:32.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap n&apos; Rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TMK23Fk3_eI/AAAAAAAAAQY/K5SHxnMS8ns/s1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TMK23Fk3_eI/AAAAAAAAAQY/K5SHxnMS8ns/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531184349870292450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wonder Smile&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a gloomy afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat myself in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kopitiam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she smiled at me ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's beautiful ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She caught my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her smile was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only dared to have a glimpse at her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I braved myself for the next 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My balls were cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrenaline level was all time high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so appreciated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appreciated with a simple smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm passive and pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low self esteem, low confidence in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She triggered the switch in me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sparked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment lasted for a few minutes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't think I'll see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to have shared the moment with her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments which may have last for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has ever take an initiative to smile at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for a dumb boy like me, I tried multiple times but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps women of my age are filled with egoism,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can only expect a first smile from them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given that you're rich or handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt appreciated as a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such wonder a simple smile can do to us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what it can do to me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally magic !&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/8549953500072581257-1294261286610999906?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1294261286610999906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/10/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1294261286610999906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1294261286610999906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/10/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TMK23Fk3_eI/AAAAAAAAAQY/K5SHxnMS8ns/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1180372209160094003</id><published>2010-09-29T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:31:20.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Kayu</title><content type='html'>Hidupku bagaikan kayu,&lt;br /&gt;Kayu dengan dedaun yang telah layu,&lt;br /&gt;Tiada kerja, tiada belajar,&lt;br /&gt;Hanya makan, hanya tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlampau jiwang, terlampau jiwang ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-1180372209160094003?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1180372209160094003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/09/kayu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1180372209160094003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1180372209160094003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/09/kayu.html' title='Kayu'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-860695270136128223</id><published>2010-09-19T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:20:24.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>I devote my time relentlessly,&lt;br /&gt;I gave my efforts willingly,&lt;br /&gt;My devotion cost me dearly,&lt;br /&gt;My efforts went to deaf ears and blind eyes certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I excelled under tremendously stressful conditions,&lt;br /&gt;but where are the plaudits which can make me laugh?&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best in every possible situation,&lt;br /&gt;but my best was just not good enough ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the appreciations in the hearts of mankind now?&lt;br /&gt;Where are the recognitions that people deserves rightly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't care,&lt;br /&gt;I won't care.&lt;br /&gt;If you dare,&lt;br /&gt;Taste my flair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really demotivated by such attitude to contribute anymore, and I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;phucking&lt;/span&gt; serious! I'm on the verge of going berserk at the moment. Arrgghh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-860695270136128223?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/860695270136128223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/09/appreiciation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/860695270136128223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/860695270136128223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/09/appreiciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-5742489666846906035</id><published>2010-08-31T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:13:44.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Teenagers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TH2ws37l9SI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-eWCvVIHfbo/s1600/merdeka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511755803945989410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TH2ws37l9SI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-eWCvVIHfbo/s320/merdeka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tunku Abdul Rahman - 31st Aug 1957&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, Merdeka! Well, the nation must be busy celebrating countdowns and travelling to countdown hot spots as the highway tolls were free of charge! Anyway, some were truly patriotic. However, my observation told me that the majority of them are just joining the fun for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Youngsters these days don't really know the true meaning of independence day though. My brother was one of them. Before the eve, he went to Genting Highland for a countdown session with his bunch of friends. While I was fetching him, Hitz.fm happened to air the tune of "Tanggal 31" which is one of our many Independence theme song. Within a fraction of a second, he tuned to Fly.fm as he felt sick listening to it. So, wow ..... countdown huh? What a "patriotic" fella. In fact, I was told to stop by 7-Eleven so that he could get a carton of Carlsberg as beers which are sold at the peak of Genting Highland are rather pricey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Judging from the phenomenon above, I can't help but feel that these youngsters classified independence day as a reason to have some fun as parents would subsequently grant them freedom which they desire so desperately. As for me, I took time out for a futsal session with my friends. Perhaps, I guess I'm too old for these kinda hassles and tussles of countdown stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheer patriotism among teenagers? From my point of view, it has been fading since the generation before mine. Not only independence day, but any other public occasion would be a reason to con parents for freedom. In other words, youngsters are only interested in alcohol, tobacco and ego nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Long way to go, Malaysia. Will comment more on teenagers in my upcoming posts. For the time being, I shall pause. Once again, Happy 53rd burpdey to Malaysia ~ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-5742489666846906035?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/5742489666846906035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/08/teenagers_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5742489666846906035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5742489666846906035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/08/teenagers_31.html' title='Teenagers'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TH2ws37l9SI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-eWCvVIHfbo/s72-c/merdeka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-762693982333436599</id><published>2010-08-17T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:07:43.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Boycott Maybank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TGtN-AwU-DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hJgzxlkKvjA/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506580697140492338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TGtN-AwU-DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hJgzxlkKvjA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maybank Story&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was a bad day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my Maybank ATM card was stucked in the cash deposit machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To add insult to injury, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was 7am in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one was there for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was left in the lurch and further bewildered by my predicament. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I don't have the time to wait for the recovery of my card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cancelled the card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was told that there'll be another RM12 charge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's so hell unfair, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it wasn't my fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet, I was made to pay for another card... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't say I was coerced into paying, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was forced to pay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not long after that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I endured some stressful working hours, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of which didn't bring me even one bit of joy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe Maybank destroyed my day I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution: Boycott Maybank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come n' support Standard Chartered, Here For Good ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-762693982333436599?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/762693982333436599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/08/boycott-maybank_8561.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/762693982333436599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/762693982333436599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/08/boycott-maybank_8561.html' title='Boycott Maybank'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TGtN-AwU-DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hJgzxlkKvjA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-22689373565597927</id><published>2010-08-09T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:22:22.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Industrial Training 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TGCa7NiNfNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mZxkbhRkuvE/s1600/2215501037-soccer-uefa-champions-league-olympique-lyonnais-v-manchester-united-stade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503569086682856658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TGCa7NiNfNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mZxkbhRkuvE/s320/2215501037-soccer-uefa-champions-league-olympique-lyonnais-v-manchester-united-stade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Team&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time flies. My industrial training will come to an end in a month's time. No doubt, I've learnt quite a number of lessons in my workplace. Apparently, I was summoned by my boss for a short meeting. Guess what, it turned out to be weakness pin-pointing session. He was smart by starting out with my strengths, but later lambasted my weaknesses in a terribly nice and wise way. The nouns and verbs he used were absolutely metophor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The meeting lasted for about half an hour, of which the conversation was dominated by him. I was quite disappointed with the feedback as I was branded "the solo player", I don't play as a team, I play for myself, I work for myself. In other words, I work for myself instead of working and benefiting the organization as a whole. I put too much importance to only myself. I was such a bastard. My performance was top notch, but I sacrificed others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm an avid football fan, a footballer for a club in my university, and of course, I have a football mentality. I applied the value which I've managed to harvest from the football field to school activities, but it was a shame that I didn't really manage to do that quite well in a working environment. Perhaps, there are too much at stake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lesson to learn, do not do things for your own benefit. Benefit the stakeholders as a whole, because everyone has a stake in a team. Star players don't win us game, only teams do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-22689373565597927?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/22689373565597927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/08/industrial-training-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/22689373565597927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/22689373565597927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/08/industrial-training-2.html' title='Industrial Training 2'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TGCa7NiNfNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mZxkbhRkuvE/s72-c/2215501037-soccer-uefa-champions-league-olympique-lyonnais-v-manchester-united-stade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-66136837917920191</id><published>2010-07-26T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T18:05:32.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap n&apos; Rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Politic Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TE4v0aXJ7SI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_fXX2TQSxSA/s1600/Man+Utd+Kit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498384772542098722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TE4v0aXJ7SI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_fXX2TQSxSA/s320/Man+Utd+Kit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Football Jersey Disputes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"JOHOR BARU: Muslims should know what to wear and what not to, Johor Mufti Datuk Tahrir Shamsuddin said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said a Muslim should not put on shirts or jerseys that had images of satan, alcohol and crests of other religions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said there was no need for a fatwa on the issue as “Muslims should know their boundaries”.&lt;br /&gt;Tahrir was commenting on the controversy involving the Manchester United jersey, with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;several prominent Islamic scholars urging Muslims not to don the Premier League club’s jersey because the emblem features a devil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If Muslims want to show their support for their favourite teams, they should find a better way instead of wearing such a jersey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,” he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perak Mufti Tan Sri Harussani Zakaria had said on Friday that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jerseys with devils, crosses or skulls promoted the wrong values for Muslims&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but that did not mean they should be banned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apart from United, who are also known as The Red Devils, other football teams whose crests carry images deemed unIslamic like the cross are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brazil, Portugal, Serbia, Barcelona and Norway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Malay daily recently quoted Johor Religious Council adviser Datuk Nooh Gadot as saying that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wearing&lt;/em&gt; such jerseys were forbidden in Islam&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My view:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Referring to comments made above, it's totally rubbish, ridiculous and ostentatious. These muftis are just too arrogant. Majority of my Muslim friends are fans of teams which are included above, typically Manchester United. Such unpleasant news might stir uneasiness not only nationwide, but worldwide. If Muslims can't even support Manchester United or Barcelona, the day for Muslims to play for the teams shall never come. Is that what the FAM want? Football is football. Politics shall not plague the world of football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/7/25/nation/6732587&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muslims should know what they wear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-66136837917920191?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/66136837917920191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/07/politic-football.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/66136837917920191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/66136837917920191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/07/politic-football.html' title='Politic Football'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TE4v0aXJ7SI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_fXX2TQSxSA/s72-c/Man+Utd+Kit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-5799084363575440449</id><published>2010-07-20T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:50:56.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TEZDhetp5yI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jcOXi_-J5hg/s1600/morning_sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496154637711566626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TEZDhetp5yI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jcOXi_-J5hg/s320/morning_sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday morning&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6am in the morning, and the rain is falling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there I was, sleeping &amp;amp; snoring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The house went blacked out, without any electricity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there were sounds of mosquitoes in my dark dark room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't see it, I can't squash it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was forced to wake up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the water supply was out of order either ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't bath, I can't brush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fortunately, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's a Nivea for men, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a Colgate-Plax 24 hours Peppermint alchohol-free mouthwash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To sum this morning up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a bad Wednesday morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which abruptly destroyed my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh .... Bad day ~&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/8549953500072581257-5799084363575440449?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/5799084363575440449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/07/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5799084363575440449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5799084363575440449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/07/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TEZDhetp5yI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jcOXi_-J5hg/s72-c/morning_sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-5012737368853072033</id><published>2010-07-15T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T02:41:23.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Industrial Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TD7RQ0jpjXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/iIDX25g55H0/s1600/world-cup-trophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494058682354863474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TD7RQ0jpjXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/iIDX25g55H0/s320/world-cup-trophy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately, I've been busy with the World Cup while adapting to my working life. Currently, I'm attached to Standard Chartered Bank HQ in Kuala Lumpur. Although the life's dull at times, I've got to know more about stress, stress which is so much more powerful than the academic ones. But surprisingly, I don't why, I don't know how, and somehow, I fell in love with the stressful moments. In my tenure here, I enjoy and cherish stress. Perhaps, because I'm paid every month~ Well, not to say the pay is high, I do get some shopping satisfaction from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, I tend to have a feeling that my team and I deserved more. Under this kind of circumstances, I'm not asking for 2 times the current pay, but at least another 10% or 20% increment. From what I know, every contract staff has the same salary. From the perspective of stress, I guess an increment would be fair. For your information, my team specializes in corporate risk methodology. As far as I'm concerned, my boss regards my team as the "task force" of the bank. To be specific, it's the Q-Team. Don't get mistaken, Q doesn't stand for Q-tee team. It represents QUALITY. Without a mere shadow of doubt, he sets a very high bar for the team to achieve. In other words, daunting .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, as daunting as it may be, it's only a 4 months internship programme. Hence, I do feel that it's an honour to be under this kind of stress as not many of my pals got their job placements which are as good as mine. In this case, I measure the job's well being in terms of pay and working hours. I may be a little bit greedy, but let's be fair, I deserve more ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-5012737368853072033?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/5012737368853072033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/07/industrial-training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5012737368853072033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5012737368853072033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/07/industrial-training.html' title='Industrial Training'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TD7RQ0jpjXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/iIDX25g55H0/s72-c/world-cup-trophy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1911646043886947988</id><published>2010-06-20T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:11:21.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>F430</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TB4qFY1DD9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/OYevV1JenN8/s1600/f430+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484867668236505042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TB4qFY1DD9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/OYevV1JenN8/s320/f430+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TB4p7y7tDuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Q9w1RoWeNhU/s1600/f430+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484867503445053154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TB4p7y7tDuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Q9w1RoWeNhU/s320/f430+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE 21st, 1.30am&lt;/strong&gt; - That was my first day, on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;supercar&lt;/span&gt; ride, and guess what? Unbelievably, in a Ferrari F430 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spyder&lt;/span&gt; ! Fortunately, a friend of mine managed to borrow the prancing horse from his brother and gave my friends and I a very exciting experience. I was amused with the beauty of the particular Italian breed. The speed and sound of that V8 engine behind me is totally astonishing. The ride was totally 99.999% roller coaster. Travelling at a speed in excess of 200km/h with the top down was another crazy moment. A mesmerising performance coupled with a stylish look really drives me insane. By just gazing at it .... I fell in love more and more than ever before ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I hope one day, I can own 1 as well. Every sweat and effort is worth it if it's what it takes to own the Italian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;supercar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, jealous !! If only I have one ....&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/8549953500072581257-1911646043886947988?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1911646043886947988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/06/f430.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1911646043886947988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1911646043886947988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/06/f430.html' title='F430'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TB4qFY1DD9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/OYevV1JenN8/s72-c/f430+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-6620339803683606925</id><published>2010-06-11T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T09:28:57.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Human Nature 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TBMrWFaOkyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Asp94inmdiU/s1600/20070525173256!Cygnus_olor_flirt_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481772829849326370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TBMrWFaOkyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Asp94inmdiU/s320/20070525173256!Cygnus_olor_flirt_edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, today and tomorrow ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pity my pathetic self from day to day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every second and every minute,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all my yesteryears of meditation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have been lighted fools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the wits and wads in me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have failed me all these while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From a normal friendship to an innocent flirting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have lost all the sense of self-control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sodomised by the beauty of nature,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the beauty of a woman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so disgusted at myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the failure to resist lust and affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the desired finale is the one that can never be ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fuck'yo Mr. J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAKE UP !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AARRRGGGHHH !!!&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/8549953500072581257-6620339803683606925?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/6620339803683606925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/06/human-nature-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6620339803683606925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6620339803683606925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/06/human-nature-3.html' title='Human Nature 3'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/TBMrWFaOkyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Asp94inmdiU/s72-c/20070525173256!Cygnus_olor_flirt_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1472591562875915030</id><published>2010-05-28T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:07:48.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S_937QLuLvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RLrIfYtRvCY/s1600/oh-no-reason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476227531745930994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S_937QLuLvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RLrIfYtRvCY/s320/oh-no-reason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;For everything we do on Earth, there must be a reason. Even if we do something for fun, that fun is already a reason. Recently, I felt really fed up with people's ignorant behavior. I came across with some scenarios of which I was questioned for something. But when I started to explain, the most probable answer that I would get is &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Please Don't Give Me Excuses"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"I'm Sick of Your Excuses"&lt;/span&gt;. What the fuck??? Oh c'mon, I was taught to think logically as a child, and thinking rationally translates into learning to reason. Reasoning is always a rational motive for a belief or action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, when I was denied the chance to explain the cause of that particular phenomenon, why question me??? WHY ??? !!! From what I know, reasoning is a state of having good sense and judgments on matters surrounding us. Without the word "reason", humans can't really expect themselves to live by the luxuries of technology defined by science nowadays. Matters must be justified by reasons similar to science which is defined by theories, formulas and equations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, if you're questioning me and deny me the right to explain, I'm gonna fuck you like crazy, because that sounds more like an accusation than giving me a chance to reason. Even criminals do have a chance to reason in court with their lawyers. I do believe our lives are worth much more than those criminals. So, think twice before you question. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T ASK IF YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW !&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/8549953500072581257-1472591562875915030?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1472591562875915030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/05/reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1472591562875915030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1472591562875915030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/05/reason.html' title='Reason'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S_937QLuLvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RLrIfYtRvCY/s72-c/oh-no-reason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-8940372390703259684</id><published>2010-05-17T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:10:09.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, I've been busying with my final exam. Not long after that, I started my industrial training without any breaks and holidays. Hence, here I am today, sitting right in front of my computer in my workplace, BLOGGING ! Well, I'm seriously bored and I'd rather hope for the top brass to bombard me with some tasks. Today is my second day of work. I'm really trying to enjoy every bit and moment of doing nothing for I know that there will be daunting challenges up ahead. But for the time being, I just can't help but feel bored ~ :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-8940372390703259684?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/8940372390703259684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/05/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8940372390703259684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8940372390703259684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/05/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-2465777292391122609</id><published>2010-04-22T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:04:03.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Tick-Tock</title><content type='html'>Hari demi hari,&lt;br /&gt;aku berseronok tak henti-henti.&lt;br /&gt;Pergi sana, lari sini,&lt;br /&gt;tanpa mengendahkan peperiksaan yang dekat mari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup bagaikan syurga,&lt;br /&gt;tapi main tak lega,&lt;br /&gt;kata besok mesti mula,&lt;br /&gt;tapi tunda hingga lusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kini sudah kesuntukan masa...&lt;br /&gt;SAMPAI BILERR BARU MULA ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-2465777292391122609?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/2465777292391122609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/04/tick-tock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/2465777292391122609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/2465777292391122609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/04/tick-tock.html' title='Tick-Tock'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-5102269091580848167</id><published>2010-04-21T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:45:54.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap n&apos; Rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><title type='text'>Apocalypes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S89AizFGprI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8SMIkq0ayGI/s1600/2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462655839595046578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S89AizFGprI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8SMIkq0ayGI/s320/2012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2012&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acid rains, volcano eruptions and earthquakes ...... Apocalypse is near. Mankind will perish in the pits of Hellfire and humanity shall vanish from the sight of Mother Earth as it's only an overrated phenomenon. Uncountable forces of Mother Nature will descend upon us and ashes in the aftermath shall blot out the sun. We will be dead men and sent to Hades by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A new age has begun ! An age of Freedom ! Let's do our part and free Mother Earth from the humans for we are the main architects of catastrophe. Mother Earth will die sooner or later if humans are allowed to breath on Her ! Join my conquest, fellow brothers and sisters ! We shall pay for what we've done ! Die, mortal creeps !!!&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/8549953500072581257-5102269091580848167?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/5102269091580848167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/04/apocalypes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5102269091580848167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5102269091580848167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/04/apocalypes.html' title='Apocalypes'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S89AizFGprI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8SMIkq0ayGI/s72-c/2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-146589922508688120</id><published>2010-04-20T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:08:22.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap n&apos; Rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Ke-jiwangan-ku</title><content type='html'>Bersamamu aku mmenyeksa,&lt;br /&gt;Bersamamu aku tidur tak lena,&lt;br /&gt;Kena atau rela,&lt;br /&gt;aku hidup bersamamu .. ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alngkah baiknya jikalau anda lesap daripada hidupku...&lt;br /&gt;Alangkah selesanya aku dapat menyembuhi kejiwanganku...&lt;br /&gt;Jiwang oh jiwang..&lt;br /&gt;Tolonglah melepaskan ku ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-146589922508688120?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/146589922508688120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/04/ke-jiwangan-ku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/146589922508688120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/146589922508688120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/04/ke-jiwangan-ku.html' title='Ke-jiwangan-ku'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-7110290910193340846</id><published>2010-04-18T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:01:45.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Weather 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S8srUf0j-4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/8VgUTYqzI4Y/s1600/planet-apollo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461506604256197506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S8srUf0j-4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/8VgUTYqzI4Y/s320/planet-apollo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Sun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, it was the thunderbolts of Zeus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, it's the hot sun of Apollo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's a boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roaming on the lands of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beruang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on a quest to search for his goddamn ink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a Sunday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;most of the shops were closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2pm in the afternoon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was sweating like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He spent his afternoon procrastinating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not knowing where he's going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pathetic boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was disgusted by his own sufferings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's hope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he'll get his damn damn Ferrari someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For that will put an end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; predicaments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suffered by an innocent boy...&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/8549953500072581257-7110290910193340846?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/7110290910193340846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/04/weather-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7110290910193340846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7110290910193340846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/04/weather-2.html' title='Weather 2'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S8srUf0j-4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/8VgUTYqzI4Y/s72-c/planet-apollo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-7491685103229869960</id><published>2010-04-17T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:03:31.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S8n6LaMMUlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PgWy9D8ykIE/s1600/Zeus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461171097079403090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S8n6LaMMUlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PgWy9D8ykIE/s320/Zeus.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thunderbolts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During this current state of weather, Zeus stabs the lands with his mighty thunderbolts as the rain falls heavily. My eyes bear witness to the grotesque spectacle casted forth from the darkest corner of Mount Olympus. The bolts are loud and powerful. Mortal creeps like us have no chance of surviving if we are to be struck by it. And of course, I have difficulties when it comes to buying an ink cartridge refilling pack as my printer went out of ink when I was printing my theses which is to be submitted on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow is Sunday, and I certainly don't hope for rains and thunderbolts during broad day light. On top of that, I don't have a car, I walk on feet. Weathering the rain and making it through the thunderbolts just for the sake of my theses and assignments is such a daunting task to be done. I can't imagine it, pathetic huh? I dare not imagine it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lord oh Lord, please listen to my prayers, give me a nice weather. I'm damn damn sincere !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-7491685103229869960?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/7491685103229869960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/04/weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7491685103229869960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7491685103229869960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/04/weather.html' title='Weather'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S8n6LaMMUlI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PgWy9D8ykIE/s72-c/Zeus.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-6052868170085106309</id><published>2010-04-11T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T14:30:24.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Public Transport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S8OQl2DhDQI/AAAAAAAAANw/pr862RCIcn8/s1600/proton-taxis-teksi-ngv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459366153142996226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S8OQl2DhDQI/AAAAAAAAANw/pr862RCIcn8/s320/proton-taxis-teksi-ngv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S8OQhdyToII/AAAAAAAAANo/SsPx2jXofy4/s1600/KTMB_EMU13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459366077908885634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S8OQhdyToII/AAAAAAAAANo/SsPx2jXofy4/s320/KTMB_EMU13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; Malaysia's Public Transportation System&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S8OP1WBVndI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ga7erdnyNcw/s1600/KTMB_EMU13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buses are as slow as tortoises,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taxis are real extortionists,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trains (KTM) are often late and and full,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't there be anymore upgrades and enhancements in these aspects?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Malaysia's public transporatation system is a real pain in the ass !&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/8549953500072581257-6052868170085106309?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/6052868170085106309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/04/public-transport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6052868170085106309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6052868170085106309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/04/public-transport.html' title='Public Transport'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S8OQl2DhDQI/AAAAAAAAANw/pr862RCIcn8/s72-c/proton-taxis-teksi-ngv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-2143058356398563539</id><published>2010-04-02T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T01:44:40.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Ferrari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S7Wtk1MkD2I/AAAAAAAAANI/vVxC1iAJzhE/s1600/Ferrari+Enzo+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455457371895893858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S7Wtk1MkD2I/AAAAAAAAANI/vVxC1iAJzhE/s320/Ferrari+Enzo+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ferrari&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ferrari is a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Audi is a target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toyota is a must.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proton is a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bicycle is a disgrace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?v=wall&amp;amp;ref=mf&amp;amp;id=1079616178"&gt;Thullius&lt;/a&gt; once told me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have a sportscar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I live in a small small house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have a girlfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may be the one who walk on foot everyday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I have a bunch of weirdo friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that makes me the happiest man on the planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't stop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I vow to be a Ferrari someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Statements above are what I'm made of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so what are you made of ?&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/8549953500072581257-2143058356398563539?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/2143058356398563539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/04/ferrari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/2143058356398563539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/2143058356398563539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/04/ferrari.html' title='Ferrari'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S7Wtk1MkD2I/AAAAAAAAANI/vVxC1iAJzhE/s72-c/Ferrari+Enzo+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-5884690259628892115</id><published>2010-03-29T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T08:00:50.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How does it feel like when we're hurt emotionally? How do we define hurt? Well, hurt is defined by injure, distress and wound. And when we're hurt emotionally, we may most probably experience mental suffering. To me, hurt is something others do to me or what I do to others in terms of causing painful sorrows to the ones I love. It doesn't really matter who. Whether they're families, friends, or women, it's down to love after all. It can't be denied, love is the root of hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Particularly, it's painful to go on with life when you hurt someone who trusted you the most. Apparently, I had this traumatising experience. I lost my sleeps in the middle of the night. My heart was engulfed with raging inferno and I needed drugs to keep myself calm. The worst thing was I never even seemed to care the concerns of my friends. Although I was forgiven, I couldn't forgive myself. I was drowned in emptiness. Soon, I came to realise that I would disappoint them more than before if I chose to continue to be drowned in that sea of sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Therefore if any of you people see this column, particularly to my beloved friends, I would like to take this opportunity to apologise. I know you people love me, and I love you people just more than ever. I promise, I'll smile again. Forgive me ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-5884690259628892115?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/5884690259628892115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/03/hurt_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5884690259628892115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5884690259628892115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/03/hurt_29.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-3135734959872095409</id><published>2010-03-22T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:06:01.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Responsibilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S6hW-7LGs-I/AAAAAAAAANA/p3IRjaVqnqw/s1600-h/bgf_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451702987968132066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S6hW-7LGs-I/AAAAAAAAANA/p3IRjaVqnqw/s320/bgf_logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the first time, I screwed up my presentation in school. I didn't prepare well due to a severe fever which have lasted for 5 days. At first, I thought I could still give it a shot since I'm only given 5 minutes to talk. But as soon as I step onto the stage, I realised I brought the unedited slides. At that moment, I was forced to go on with the slides of wrong information. After a while, I lost the plot totally. My voice was soft. I didn't know what I was mumbling on the stage. I was numb. Eventually, I passed out. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;group mates&lt;/span&gt; trusted me the most as I've done plenty of presentation of minimal flaws. It was my bad though as I never really gave my 100% in everything ... They might have forgiven me, but I just can't forgive myself for that donkey show. Neither I blamed my haywire health condition nor explained to anyone as there were signs of carelessness and clumsiness in within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've certainly forgotten what commitments and responsibilities are all about. This is the first time, but it'll be my last time. I will return stronger and vow not to disappoint people who believe in me again. And if I do, I'll suicide, I mean it. There must be no more room for error like this anymore, I swear ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I finally understand, with great power, comes with great responsibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-3135734959872095409?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/3135734959872095409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/03/responsibilities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/3135734959872095409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/3135734959872095409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/03/responsibilities.html' title='Responsibilities'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S6hW-7LGs-I/AAAAAAAAANA/p3IRjaVqnqw/s72-c/bgf_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-4569785379837873342</id><published>2010-03-22T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:04:10.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Go The Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S6esCf-Gv0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/eT9rLIqSsjE/s1600-h/drug-addiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451515032896978754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S6esCf-Gv0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/eT9rLIqSsjE/s320/drug-addiction.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mis-using&lt;/span&gt; stuffs meant for Good&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So lost ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So high ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addicted to some mystery tablets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which I got from pharmacy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to name a few, Panadols&lt;/span&gt; n' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Strepsils&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an epiphany alone can't always cure drug addiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for the current time being,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't live without them ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many to be done with so so little to give ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My academic schedule has been hectic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these stuffs have really taken a toll on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To add insult to injury,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my health is in total haywire now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know long I can stand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I hope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can go the distance ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-4569785379837873342?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/4569785379837873342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4569785379837873342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4569785379837873342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-distance.html' title='Go The Distance'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S6esCf-Gv0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/eT9rLIqSsjE/s72-c/drug-addiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-8013974293999831736</id><published>2010-03-12T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:53:13.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S5tBGOGQHbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_z0SbPLs2eA/s1600-h/Curse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448019749354085810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S5tBGOGQHbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_z0SbPLs2eA/s320/Curse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Curse&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been doing all I can,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to enjoy the luxuries which I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But to date,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been robbed, snatched and lost my valuables,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at a staggering record of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 times .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The latest incident,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won some bucks from Uncle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lim's&lt;/span&gt; casino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost my adapter in my hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That costs around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RM330.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ARRGGHH&lt;/span&gt; ~ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Many times I have had the luxuries to enjoy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but life has never been a bed of roses for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAMN !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stay away from me ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's my life ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My curse ....&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/8549953500072581257-8013974293999831736?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/8013974293999831736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/03/curse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8013974293999831736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8013974293999831736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/03/curse.html' title='Curse'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S5tBGOGQHbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_z0SbPLs2eA/s72-c/Curse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-8592821078107180186</id><published>2010-03-07T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:00:04.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Make Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S5QgcyXJv1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/LM2migLA0Bk/s1600-h/coffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446013528325078866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S5QgcyXJv1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/LM2migLA0Bk/s320/coffin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Comfort Death&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The night is still young, that's my life. Whether it's a night's out in clubs or revision for my exams, I just don't feel like sleeping. At 12am, there's still some 7 hours before the sun finally comes out. So, the night's young. Then, at 5am, there's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; a long way to go before the sunset. In this case, the day's still young. The bad thing is, I tend to have the sense of feeling that sleeping is a guilt for not completing my unfinished tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often tell people that there's no such thing as "not enough time". We're given 24 hours a day in our lives. And if people still think that there are insufficient time to complete what they have to complete, then they should make time for it. As simple as it sounds, making time by not sleeping or sleep less is the best alternative. No doubt, I would die faster due to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accumulated&lt;/span&gt; fatigues. But that's what it takes. I always hope that I would die in my sleeps as I don't have to go through all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think twice, isn't it nice to die in your sleeps? If you want a same finale like mine, let's sleep less and do more. It's an honour to die in comfort ~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-8592821078107180186?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/8592821078107180186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/03/make-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8592821078107180186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8592821078107180186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/03/make-time.html' title='Make Time'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S5QgcyXJv1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/LM2migLA0Bk/s72-c/coffin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-6586373183670832952</id><published>2010-03-01T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T02:43:48.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Human Nature 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S4wK85ppCuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w_IjmaqWOKE/s1600-h/broken20glass.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443738090967993058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S4wK85ppCuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w_IjmaqWOKE/s320/broken20glass.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Plaaaank ~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once upon a time, I fell for a girl who I never thought I would. Then the relationship blossomed but ended after a few month's spell. Since then, she moved on, I moved on, we moved on. After so many years, I vowed not to look back due to some personal reasons. But apparently, my mind has been playing games with me. I looked back, I grieved, I fumed, and lost my sleeps in the middle of the night. All of the flashbacks did no good to me at all. Worse still, this is my most stressful school semester to date. Damn it .... it shouldn't have happened. Yet it did, and sadly, not as infrequently as it should. And though not necessary in the same way, but in equally bad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;permutations&lt;/span&gt;, I fell for her, again ... oh Lord .... please give me some pointers .... Human beings are just too complex to understand ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drowned in the sea of sorrow and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jiwang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want my life back .....&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/8549953500072581257-6586373183670832952?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/6586373183670832952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/03/human-nature-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6586373183670832952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6586373183670832952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/03/human-nature-2.html' title='Human Nature 2'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S4wK85ppCuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w_IjmaqWOKE/s72-c/broken20glass.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-2227211032270747091</id><published>2010-02-23T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:08:50.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Peter Parker 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S4QXgA7AyAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DSeg7rTDPYw/s1600-h/venom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441500088541169666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S4QXgA7AyAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DSeg7rTDPYw/s320/venom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Venom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The creature is within Peter's body,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;invisible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and notably, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Invincible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Precisely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;easy to bind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hard to unbind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The worst nemesis of Spider-Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, who was Peter Parker?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spider-Man or Venom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After stints of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;meditations&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venom was finally defeated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Previously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he fell for Mary Jane,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he wasn't human,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neither Peter Parker,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nor Spider-Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peter was Venom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peter knows he's no hero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's no superhuman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that he can only defy Newton Law,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the monstrous Venom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On top of that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venom fell for Mary Jane,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peter's not the one, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spidey's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Mary Jane was only an illusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the real Mary Jane is still out there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somewhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waiting .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Way to go, Peter Parker ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-2227211032270747091?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/2227211032270747091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/02/peter-parker-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/2227211032270747091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/2227211032270747091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/02/peter-parker-3.html' title='Peter Parker 3'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S4QXgA7AyAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DSeg7rTDPYw/s72-c/venom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-928693325906933863</id><published>2010-02-20T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:30:34.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Tiger Woo Hoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S4Df7_FxiqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LqAKVGwi6BI/s1600-h/tiger.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S4Df7_FxiqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LqAKVGwi6BI/s320/tiger.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440594571504487074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ROOAARRR&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiger Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;? Not really. Drought season, scorching sun, hot weather, rising temperature and water shortages; this is the worst ever Chinese New Year I've endured.  In other words, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tahun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Baru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cina&lt;/span&gt; Yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Terlampau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bodoh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bosan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PANAS&lt;/span&gt;. Certainly, 2010 is not my year. I'm a realistic guy, even the sum of  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;my angpao&lt;/span&gt; shrunk ! To add insult to injury, I lost a few quids to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; casino as well. Indeed, I lost because I was optimistic, and of course, egoism. Regrettably, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; trip cost me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tissot&lt;/span&gt;, and it started off with a RM100 jockey parking fee due to parking shortage. So if you want success in life, being hopeful and optimistic are not the way. No doubt, my rampant libido did me no good and I suffered quite a heavy blow from it. In a poker game, one must be selective and aggressive as well as realistic. One must not hope, as we can only hope to kill the hopeful ones. Be it a game of cards or your daily undertakings, don't ever hope. Realistic is the word. Therefore, be realistic. Year 2010 is the year of tiger. Hence, be careful and don't get bitten by it. Last but not least, Happy Chinese New Year ~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ROOARRR&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-928693325906933863?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/928693325906933863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiger-woo-hoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/928693325906933863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/928693325906933863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiger-woo-hoo.html' title='Tiger Woo Hoo'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S4Df7_FxiqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LqAKVGwi6BI/s72-c/tiger.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-8690911998046251110</id><published>2010-01-29T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:33:27.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Unemployment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S2K4qu5ZClI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZrxnAs_Mstg/s1600-h/unemplyment-video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 256px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432107144845003346" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S2K4qu5ZClI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZrxnAs_Mstg/s320/unemplyment-video.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Unemployment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, we wonder why unemployment has been so persistent among the fresh graduates over the years. All these years, many have pointed out that fresh graduates in the 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; century are too demanding in terms of salary and working environment. Well, maybe it's true since youngsters nowadays are often victims to their own egoism which resides within themselves. But from my view, a part and parcel of these lads are humble and willing to take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;orders&lt;/span&gt;. Yet, this particular group has not been given the chances and attentions by employers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning, I had an opportunity to come across with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;an interview&lt;/span&gt; for my internship program. Everything was fine until the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chap&lt;/span&gt; who conducted the interview told me something really ridiculous. I was astonished when I was told that my initial required target for the 4 months &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;internship&lt;/span&gt; duration set by the company is to secure US$10,000 monthly from various investors. Let me put this clear, I haven't even complete my degree and yet, I was given an ultimatum task with a titanic responsibility. Look, it's US$10,000, which is equivalent to RM 34,130 as of today. Let's not forget, it's 4 months which translates the amount into a sum of around RM130,000. There again, these mind-boggling sum of money are no joke for a 20 years old boy like me. And those are dangerous numbers ... Anything less would surely jeopardise my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;internship&lt;/span&gt; program and the image of the university which I enroll. Furthermore, how the hell on earth a wise investor would listen to someone without a degree? yeah, unless I'm the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt; of George &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Soros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or Warren buffet, he or she might perceive the investment scheme as a scandal. After all, RM130,000 is a responsibility too big and heavy for a student to shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, instead of the ever-over-the-moon-demanding fresh graduates, it seems that employers' expectations are rather high as well. Right now, I'm only applying as an internship trainee. Let alone the contract employees. The world today cares only for result rather than effort and dedication. Sigh ..... cruel reality ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-8690911998046251110?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/8690911998046251110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/01/unemployment-sometimes-we-wonder-why_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8690911998046251110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8690911998046251110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/01/unemployment-sometimes-we-wonder-why_29.html' title='Unemployment'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S2K4qu5ZClI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZrxnAs_Mstg/s72-c/unemplyment-video.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1891119773443190429</id><published>2010-01-27T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:53:50.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Peter Parker 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S2B1aiw-UyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/72abSXz72HI/s1600-h/maryjane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431470249478083362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S2B1aiw-UyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/72abSXz72HI/s320/maryjane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mary Jane &amp;amp; Peter Parker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a friend, he says hi to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday, he can't stop thinking about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miraculously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peter Parker has fallen in love with Mary Jane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, there's a guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harry Osborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apart from hiding the feelings for her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peter could do nothing about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is a pain for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No doubt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;financially,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peter's a poor boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he's no match to Harry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Peter's identity as a poor boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the family's financial well-being comes first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As mom had sacrificed a lot for Peter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she doesn't want him to do something insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone knows, love is insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He doesn't have the option to choose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neither the right to love someone else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nor the right to be loved by a female from another mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A love beyond boundaries and imagination,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but forbidden by the presence of Harry and responsibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Therefore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he suffered every day since knowing Mary Jane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To go or not to go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To love or not to love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To love in silence, or forget about her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is insane,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DANGEROUS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sometimes cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spider-Man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An unprecedented atrocity perpetrated at Peter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the name's LOVE ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-1891119773443190429?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1891119773443190429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/01/peter-parker-2_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1891119773443190429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1891119773443190429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/01/peter-parker-2_27.html' title='Peter Parker 2'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S2B1aiw-UyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/72abSXz72HI/s72-c/maryjane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-955214855690229452</id><published>2010-01-12T04:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T05:34:52.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Definition of "Allah"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S0x35Q05JrI/AAAAAAAAALg/HyRtMyShvhc/s1600-h/Language+For+All.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425843476727670450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S0x35Q05JrI/AAAAAAAAALg/HyRtMyShvhc/s320/Language+For+All.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Language for All&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, the latest conflict in my country, Malaysia is the usage of the term "Allah". Of course, churches have been attacked with some Molotov cocktails by some anonymous culprits. People especially conservative Muslims have been dwelling on this matter as the term is deemed to be exclusive only for the Muslims. So, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; ... this is the latest dispute in my homeland which will most probably drive tourists and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FDI's&lt;/span&gt; away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As far as I'm concerned, "Allah" is the standard Arabic word for "God". It is widely used by Arabic-speakers of all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abrahamic&lt;/span&gt; faiths which includes Christians and Jews in reference to "God". On top of that, the Christian Arabs of today have no other words to refer to "God" other than "Allah". The same thing applies to other races. A portion Christian Chinese refers to "God" in their own language, Mandarin as : (神; pinyin: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shén&lt;/span&gt;). In other words, it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pronounced&lt;/span&gt; as "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shen&lt;/span&gt;". Therefore, is the word "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shen&lt;/span&gt;" exclusive to the Chinese only? Be it "Allah" or "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt;", both of these words have the same meaning. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;, it's only a noun. If the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vermins&lt;/span&gt; who attacked the churches wanted so much exclusivity for the word, why not give a special name to the God? They must distinguish "Kata &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nama&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Kata &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Khas&lt;/span&gt;" very well. Well, unless education is what these poor chaps are lack of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's no way that we can deny the rights of others to use a secondary language. What's next then? Forbidden students from using English as it is not the national language? For so many years, many non-Muslim Malaysians have been saying "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Allar&lt;/span&gt;, why this ...... ; Allah why that ...." and so on. Hence, it's totally a waste of time to have a court ruling as it's only an Arabic word. Worst of all, i repeat, it's only a NOUN a.k.a KATA &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NAMA&lt;/span&gt; in Arabic term. I don't care who's behind those dirty attacks, be it political or religious party, we learn KATA &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NAMA&lt;/span&gt; in Primary ONE, ya know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last but not least, I hope this crap can be resolved as soon as possible. No doubt, I'm worried I might get jailed for writing this as the Internal Security Act in Malaysia often arrest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;civilians&lt;/span&gt; for some super absurd and ostentatious reasons. Anyway, it's freedom of speech, and I'm going to utilize this to the fullest. For further information, please kindly refer to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allah"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;END&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/8549953500072581257-955214855690229452?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/955214855690229452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/01/definition-of-allah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/955214855690229452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/955214855690229452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2010/01/definition-of-allah.html' title='Definition of &quot;Allah&quot;'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/S0x35Q05JrI/AAAAAAAAALg/HyRtMyShvhc/s72-c/Language+For+All.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-5029647782290970765</id><published>2009-12-25T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T04:34:15.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Joy for ALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SzSuWdY34mI/AAAAAAAAALY/3LjBq6788W4/s1600-h/1258552368religious_diversity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419147952502858338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SzSuWdY34mI/AAAAAAAAALY/3LjBq6788W4/s320/1258552368religious_diversity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Festivities for All&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After living and breathing the air of this world for 20 years, I still see the tendency in my country, Malaysia to associate festive seasons to their own particular community. After all, Chinese New Year is Chinese, Christmas is Christian and Hari Raya is Muslims. Not to say all, but some among the "rakyat' tend to possess the habit of wishing specifically the Christian, Hindu or Muslims a "Merry", "Happy" and "Selamat". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, this is such a stupid habit and a needless exclusionary as the whole nation enjoys each of the public holiday annually. Who doesn't enjoy these day-offs ? Tell me. Malaysia has a rich mix of races and religions, and thus we have many festival breaks within the country. Obviously, Malaysia structures the country's annual calender around religious festivities. There are some of these brainless people who think that only New Year's Day and National Day belong to all. They are WRONG. Religious festivals also belong to ALL of us. They have always been this way since British colonization which was regarded as the integration point of all races we have today in Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been 52 years since the country achieved independence and generations had lived and died on the soil of Malaysia. We are aware of our differences, but we know our differences too well. We are not strangers. So, if you still insist Christmas is Christian, Hari Raya is Muslim, Deepavali is Hindu, you are not entitled to any other the public holidays of the festival seasons apart from your own religion's. We share the country, we share the atmosphere and aura of these festivities, and we share the world all together. Please, stop being ignorant and open up your mind. Take this as a preliminary step towards the 1Malaysia vision. Regardless of any festivities, they are holidays. Holidays are joys meant for all. Finally, Merry Christmas to all ! &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/8549953500072581257-5029647782290970765?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/5029647782290970765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/12/joy-for-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5029647782290970765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5029647782290970765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/12/joy-for-all.html' title='Joy for ALL'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SzSuWdY34mI/AAAAAAAAALY/3LjBq6788W4/s72-c/1258552368religious_diversity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-5573308267401204358</id><published>2009-12-21T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:52:03.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Kepler MOTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417762487313747986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sy_CRxXF0BI/AAAAAAAAALI/exQuer4yzYE/s320/Kepler_Concept_custom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417762733866844050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sy_CgH17f5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/uARuCEDai8I/s320/rear.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kepler Supercar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A moment ago, I came accross this in the &lt;a href="http://www.motortrader.com.my/"&gt;MotorTrader&lt;/a&gt; website. 0-100km/h in 2.5 seconds. Top speed of 320km'h and above. A 3.5-litre V6 800bhp hybrid supercar. We call it the Kepler Motion. Only 50 units will be built. Those numbers seem to good to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Note: Nissan GT-R's 3.8litre V6 achieved 479bhp and 0-100km/h in 3.5 seconds with a topspeed of 310km/h. See the difference ? I bet the price would be a quintuple times the price of GT-R's RM600,000 price tag. Wonderful masterpiece, lovin' it ~&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/8549953500072581257-5573308267401204358?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/5573308267401204358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/12/kepler-motion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5573308267401204358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5573308267401204358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/12/kepler-motion.html' title='Kepler MOTION'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sy_CRxXF0BI/AAAAAAAAALI/exQuer4yzYE/s72-c/Kepler_Concept_custom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-4219476003943733465</id><published>2009-12-19T04:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T05:46:15.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Academic Studies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SyzYyB21TeI/AAAAAAAAALA/NAauFI8ZNpA/s1600-h/study_owl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416942805823344098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SyzYyB21TeI/AAAAAAAAALA/NAauFI8ZNpA/s320/study_owl.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was once the boy who didn't care about his academic results in high school. He knew that he has a gifted brain, a brain which won't fail him in any major exam. Neither he's a smart A class student, nor a C class student. He didn't study often, and skipping Physics lesson was his hobby in school. For he knows that only the performance in exam hall matters the most regardless of those stupid intensive revisions. It would be nice to be how I was in high school. At the very least, nothing was at stake and studies were stress-free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, once again I proved the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hypothesis&lt;/span&gt; above significant. Due to the promise he made to himself, which transformed him into who I am today, I'm finally an obedient university student. Once, I studied so hard but the result proved to be shit. Then, I studied shit and the results turned out to be remarkable. Some students aim for merely a passing grade while the portion left aims to score well in their grades. I tried so hard to climb that stupid ladder, but to no avail. In every game I play, I play to win. In this case, I don't intend to win others. The one I want to win is the benchmark which I set for myself. But when I lose, I lose graciously. As long as I try my best, result doesn't really matter. So, who's there to judge the knowledge I gain when the results turn out to be shits ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may point out that the phrases I address are made for the losers to console themselves. So, here I am to clarify. I admit my defeat. I admit my flaws. I'm a loser, but I'm not a sore loser. Don't call me a sore loser because we define sore losers as people who keep on whining at their lost on a constant basis and blaming every factors which they come &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, topic, CLOSE. This post is a one-off column. I procrastinate for the sake of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt;. Check the dictionary when you have the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-4219476003943733465?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/4219476003943733465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/12/academic-studies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4219476003943733465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4219476003943733465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/12/academic-studies.html' title='Academic Studies'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SyzYyB21TeI/AAAAAAAAALA/NAauFI8ZNpA/s72-c/study_owl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-4497529973597453940</id><published>2009-12-11T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:21:24.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Malaysian Cabbies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SyKmcPk9FVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/We0HvLgVQs4/s1600-h/495F4F463CDE7B5E1DD99E6385ED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414072706200835410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SyKmcPk9FVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/We0HvLgVQs4/s320/495F4F463CDE7B5E1DD99E6385ED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Malaysian Cabbies Worse Than Dirty Toilet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"A top minister slammed Malaysia's taxi drivers Wednesday, saying they were more of a problem for the tourism industry than the nation's notoriously filthy toilets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The complaints by tourists about the taxi drivers' behaviour are more than toilets now, so in that context the taxi drivers are worse than dirty toilets," cabinet minister Nazri Aziz said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People are complaining about the taxi drivers overcharging, being impolite and not using their meters, forcing the tourists to bargain with them," he told AFP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the third-world taxi driver mentality. Even in China now, taxi drivers can no longer (haggle), they just have to take the passengers, no questions asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not that all taxi drivers behave like that, it's just a small group of them but that is already giving Malaysia a bad name," said Nazri, who is minister in the prime minister's department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaints about taxis are common the world over, but it has become a hot topic in Malaysia where frustrations are vented on blog sites and in letters to newspapers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a survey by the local magazine The Expat last year, some 200 foreigners from 30 countries rated Malaysia the worst among 23 countries in terms of taxi quality, courtesy, availability and expertise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The respondents lashed the fleet as "a source of national shame" and "a serious threat to tourists -- rude bullies and extortionists". "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently, I came accross this news and decided to share because this is just astonishingly interesting. I'm a Malaysian myself and I take a bus whenever there's an option. Cabbies are always my last choice, unless the one I found runs with a meter gauge. From the news above, no doubt, Malaysian cabbies suck like shit. To further prove the evidence above, cabbies in the state of Malacca charge a rate of RM15 to RM18 for a mere 4km ride. Pretty ridiculous huh ? Indeed, these cabbies are worse than dirty toilets. Ewww .... ~ My apologies to the other taxi drivers who still go by the meter, I don't mean to streotype. Please advice your colleagues to CHANGE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Source: By Agence France-Presse, Updated: 12/9 @ &lt;a href="http://news.malaysia.msn.com/weird-news/article.aspx?cp-documentid=3740754"&gt;Malaysian Cabbies Worse Than Dirty Toilets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-4497529973597453940?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/4497529973597453940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/12/malaysian-cabbies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4497529973597453940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4497529973597453940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/12/malaysian-cabbies.html' title='Malaysian Cabbies'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SyKmcPk9FVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/We0HvLgVQs4/s72-c/495F4F463CDE7B5E1DD99E6385ED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-6917185530434404306</id><published>2009-12-06T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:54:09.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Peter Parker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sxve-b54d5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/oC8DjypWZCQ/s1600-h/Peter+Parker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412164541439571858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sxve-b54d5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/oC8DjypWZCQ/s320/Peter+Parker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Story Peter Parker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker's wants to work in a pizza shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a pizza delivery boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs the job badly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he needs a motor license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetically,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a poor boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without a nickle to get a license,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor a safety helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sought financial help from friends and relatives,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to no avail ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he steals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until he got the sufficient money for the license,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the helmet of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragically,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealing is a crime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for everything which is done for a good cause,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason, not motive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who's there to listen to Peter's reason ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We define motive as intention, purpose and objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we define reason as a rational motive behind an action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reason is true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concrete true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it sounds absurd to the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cruel world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cruel reality,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-6917185530434404306?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/6917185530434404306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/12/peter-parker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6917185530434404306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6917185530434404306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/12/peter-parker.html' title='Peter Parker'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sxve-b54d5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/oC8DjypWZCQ/s72-c/Peter+Parker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-6784297993157744470</id><published>2009-11-22T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:29:56.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Tycoon$</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SwkZ5EqTYAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/p7TieXclT1c/s1600/tycoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406881295929401346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SwkZ5EqTYAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/p7TieXclT1c/s320/tycoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Addicted !!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, I got invited by my friend to play "Tycoons" on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Goddamn it ... I got really addicted to that game. It's like a drug ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arghh&lt;/span&gt; ... someone, please give me an antidote ... I need a remedy to this immediately ! Facebook is really a killer when it comes to games. I'm not the kind of people who's very much into gaming, but I was addicted in the end and it killed me real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please join me on &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/supertycoons/recruit?player_id=216974&amp;amp;h=3a01dba36fcba6ad40040bac76f396a9"&gt;Tycoon$&lt;/a&gt; while you're finding the antidote for me. God bless you, God bless me, Amen ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-6784297993157744470?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/6784297993157744470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/11/tycoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6784297993157744470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6784297993157744470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/11/tycoon.html' title='Tycoon$'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SwkZ5EqTYAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/p7TieXclT1c/s72-c/tycoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-5787870243186132616</id><published>2009-11-14T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:39:33.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Water Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sv7X-FaIAkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hX-GoesJYJ4/s1600-h/Water+Bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403994064494789186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sv7X-FaIAkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hX-GoesJYJ4/s320/Water+Bug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pathetic Veyron ....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever wonder how a car was driven into a lagoon ? Look closer and you'll notice that it's one of the fastest and expensive hyper-car car in the world, the Bugatti Veyron. For the non-car enthusiast, here's the figure, 0-100km/h in 2.5 secs with a top speed of 408km/h. Of course, with this kind of monstrous figure, the car comes along with a mind-boggling $2million price tag. And that gent just drove that $2million into the lagoon ... So, cheer up if you had a bad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;**$2million = (RM6.8million x 200% Tax) = RM13.6million&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe he should donate the bucks from the insurance company to charity. The car's gone anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-5787870243186132616?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/5787870243186132616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/11/water-bug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5787870243186132616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5787870243186132616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/11/water-bug.html' title='Water Bug'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sv7X-FaIAkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hX-GoesJYJ4/s72-c/Water+Bug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-801513061996209632</id><published>2009-11-09T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:14:10.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Svfo7z-SYGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0gkAoIaGU1M/s1600-h/20070821walk-dont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402042392315584610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Svfo7z-SYGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0gkAoIaGU1M/s320/20070821walk-dont.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As we know, walking is healthy. But after walking for so many years, I'm starting to get sick of it. Walking is stupid. It is dirty, difficult, hot, tiring and fraught with many dangers. You could have a heart attack, you could get struck by lightning, you could be run over or, and as this happens a lot, get robbed and raped by strangers, especially Mat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rempits&lt;/span&gt; and bogus policemen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, put yourself inside a car and you'll know that the vehicle will escort you from point A to point B without much troubles. Although dangers can't be avoided, at the very least, the probability is lower than walking. I'm a poor university student now, and I just can't stop fuming about walking and using public transports. I know I'm playing my role in reducing gas emissions to save Mother Earth, but certainly, it's not worth the sacrifice. Plus, there's an alternative to use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NGV&lt;/span&gt; or hybrid powered vehicle instead of the petrol powered ones. Even a Ferrari F430 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spyder&lt;/span&gt; is available in hybrid form. But for now, I'll just settle with walking .... sigh ... When I have my money in the future, I'm gonna compensate myself with a Goddamn car for all those shits which I've been through. That's a promise to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day will eventually come. Wait for me, Toyota &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Prius&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, beware. Don't walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-801513061996209632?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/801513061996209632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/11/walk_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/801513061996209632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/801513061996209632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/11/walk_09.html' title='Walk'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Svfo7z-SYGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0gkAoIaGU1M/s72-c/20070821walk-dont.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-4482998889750416525</id><published>2009-11-08T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:19:24.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Love &amp; Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SvZ9hdDDKfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kv8nnP-pLG8/s1600-h/children.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401642816764062194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SvZ9hdDDKfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kv8nnP-pLG8/s320/children.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Innocents&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Three-month-old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Safiqah&lt;/span&gt; ********** suffers from a complex congenital heart disease, She needs about RM40,000 for surgery. Her father ********** &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baharom&lt;/span&gt;, 38, is an odd-job worker in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kedah&lt;/span&gt; and earns RM1,000 monthly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statement above is only one of the examples I quoted from News Straits Times dated November 2, 2009. There are many more similar stories which are posted daily in the newspaper. What I want to clarify is we exist for other people first of all, for whose smiles and our happiness depend on. Since these ignorant parents aren't capable of caring for the future and security of their children, why must they start a family ? We all do know that money cannot buy love. But without adequate money, we do not have the right to love. Hence, poor people do not have the right to start a family. Look at the case above, it's really sad to see these kids suffer. With such meagre income, how can these brainless parents expect themselves to bring up a family and secure a future for their kids ? Then, dig this problem deeper and we might speculate that is it love or lust which drove them this far ? In the world today, there are many ways to prevent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pregnancies&lt;/span&gt;. The most common apparels we can find in 7-11 mart are condoms, which cost no more than a few Ringgit Malaysia. Why can't they do a proper family planning ? Why can't they plan for the future ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Referring to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Maslow's&lt;/span&gt; Need theory, the most basic need in life is food, water, and health. It's a cruel reality, but it's a fact. It's a fact which many never wanted to accept. It's a shame that these families failed to cultivate the habits of family planning. In the end, children are the victim. Worst of all, they never ask to be here in this cruel world. Hence, if they are brought into this world, make sure that they are loved and ample cares are showered on them to avoid unnecessary burdens for them. They certainly don't deserve to suffer on the first day of their life. The most basic needs of life can never be jokes in life. People can die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-4482998889750416525?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/4482998889750416525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4482998889750416525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4482998889750416525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-children.html' title='Love &amp; Children'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SvZ9hdDDKfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kv8nnP-pLG8/s72-c/children.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-3460783021245178904</id><published>2009-11-02T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T06:18:47.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Flawed Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Su6wCz1K7DI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cDPOwSi8Xko/s1600-h/thisisit_450x250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399446565583252530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Su6wCz1K7DI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cDPOwSi8Xko/s320/thisisit_450x250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This Is It&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Finally ! I made it to the Michael Jackson's This Is It movie. Unlike his previous stage performances during his heyday, it wasn't a masterpiece as what I expected. His voice was still as beautiful as ever, but he no longer has the complex and precise dance moves of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yesteryear&lt;/span&gt;. In other words, it's a flawed gift to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; fans. The movie would've been a flop to some of the viewers. But to the world, even the final rehearsals of the King of Pop surpass the actual live performances of many artistes worldwide. Bear in mind that the rehearsals weren't his best yet. Therefore, it's still a must watch movie for the loyal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; fans. It's a shame that he didn't make it to the 50 sold-out dates in London. He might had very little left in his arsenal to show the world, but it's already good enough. He was a soft spoken, on-stage in control leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover the man you never knew.&lt;br /&gt;My final words, all hail the King of Pop ! &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/8549953500072581257-3460783021245178904?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/3460783021245178904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/11/flaw-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/3460783021245178904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/3460783021245178904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/11/flaw-gift.html' title='Flawed Gift'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Su6wCz1K7DI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cDPOwSi8Xko/s72-c/thisisit_450x250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-7777400403905323428</id><published>2009-10-31T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:51:29.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SuvqRnBZ-rI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sXwFf0u7EEY/s1600-h/sad+smiley.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SuvqRnBZ-rI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sXwFf0u7EEY/s320/sad+smiley.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398666166587226802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bad day.... Today is such a bad bad day .... Originally, I've had my plan planned today, which is to spend precious time with my family in the cinema as the Michael Jackson's This Is It premieres. Things turned sour when the plan never went according to plan. My brother went and stayed overnight at his friend's house which is located at about more than 20km from my house. So much so, the trip to fetch him and the cinema boasts up to 16 traffic lights or more. Obviously, a trip like this often consumes more than an hour to complete. The show time was 1.30pm and she only started the car engine at 12.55pm. By the time my brother was in the car, it's already 2pm ++ . Who the hell on earth will go to the cinema if it's already an hour late ?? Hence, I decided to call it a day and snubbed the movie. I feel so upset about the matter. Everyone in the car was blaming each other. Whose fault was it ? Mine huh ? Arrrghh, what a bad day ......   sigh ...... !&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/8549953500072581257-7777400403905323428?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/7777400403905323428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7777400403905323428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7777400403905323428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SuvqRnBZ-rI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sXwFf0u7EEY/s72-c/sad+smiley.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-3580135865207562172</id><published>2009-10-30T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T02:38:41.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Hyper Drift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cf26a78c78c00454" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf26a78c78c00454%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331764998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30B87FC6364ED972EA9B30C4802177DABF74F1B2.78718A22AEA57CEEF7AFE359C39FF0F99D9368AF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf26a78c78c00454%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWMJINzGHGCmKN-C5gnYG-04dLXE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf26a78c78c00454%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331764998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30B87FC6364ED972EA9B30C4802177DABF74F1B2.78718A22AEA57CEEF7AFE359C39FF0F99D9368AF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf26a78c78c00454%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWMJINzGHGCmKN-C5gnYG-04dLXE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyper Drift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Interesting, this is not Tokyo Drift where every imperfect drift scenes are edited or stripped off the movie. There are no cuts and retakes as well. This is for real, no joke. Apparently, I did manage to cull this video from YouTube. It's a 590&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bhp&lt;/span&gt; Nissan 240 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SX&lt;/span&gt; which does a ninja-like drift with the rear of the car gliding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;astonishingly&lt;/span&gt; backwards. Fabulous and world class. This hyper drift is a must watch --- I'm optimistic, it's the finest drift ever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-3580135865207562172?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/3580135865207562172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/10/hyper-drift-interesting-this-is-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/3580135865207562172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/3580135865207562172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/10/hyper-drift-interesting-this-is-not.html' title='Hyper Drift'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-6618515356491656327</id><published>2009-10-28T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:47:42.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Retarded Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SujmpWwta8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/BSOMYvsIKE0/s1600-h/HyperKid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397817751562447810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SujmpWwta8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/BSOMYvsIKE0/s320/HyperKid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Retarded people are scattered across the continents around the world. A large portion of them are reallocated to mental hospitals while the remaining ones stray across the regions worldwide. Of course, my life isn't spared from their weird attitudes and behavior. Hence, I would like to enlighten you with some of these retarded kids' unique little antics which I managed to come across recently. Below are some instances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, my school just started 2 days ago, which was Tuesday. At the moment I stepped into my rented room, I felt the aura and presence of pressure similar to the one I experienced during final exam. To my surprise, my roommate was studying in a very intense mood. I gave him some advice not to do that as it would affect my mood as well. But the answer I got was, "What's the problem ?". Damn it, is he out of his mind ? I know there's nothing wrong doing revision.... but at a time like this ??? Is the "kiasu-ism" disease really that severe in him ? What's worse was the fact he started revision on Sunday ! I came to know this from my housemates.... Oh my God, this chap is really sick ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sorry Mr. Koh, if you happen to read this, no hard feelings k ? Your identity is confidential. This is as hard as it gets. Muahahaa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, some retarded culprits messed around with the fire drill of the condominium which malfunctioned the elevators a few hours ago. To make matter from worse to the worst, I had to climb 7 floors high to reach my unit. Didn't they have any other things to do ? Why the fire drill ? Why not prank call the fire brigades to fulfill it as a fun package as well ??? These people don't really need any treatment nor to be sent to mental people hospital. They are normal citizens who behave like the retarded ones. I can't exempt my roommate from the category because he's a pure nerd. Nerds are always retarded. Nevermind my stereotype, I'll write more about an insight life of a nerd in my upcoming posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see now, the people which I address above are the retarded ones who are straying in the every corner of my daily life. Why do I call them retarded 'kids' ? Simple, because kids are not as rational as an adult. In fact, these bunch of vermin are worse than a kid. These people really need some serious beatings and old slapping in their faces in order to achieve full consciousness. If we live fully by the the law of the jungle, I will gather troops to form an army which will shoot and slaughter them to death. Forgive me for my violence, they drove me into this kind of ostentatious madness and deprived me of my right to happiness and a peaceful state of mind ..... Someone... help me .... please kill them .......... arrrrgghhh !!!!! ---- @_@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-6618515356491656327?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/6618515356491656327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/10/retarded-kids_28.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6618515356491656327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6618515356491656327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/10/retarded-kids_28.html' title='Retarded Kids'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SujmpWwta8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/BSOMYvsIKE0/s72-c/HyperKid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1118744606675579629</id><published>2009-10-23T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:50:21.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>LONGHORNS --- ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SuH98SLWpeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vRoKIWAJp6U/s1600-h/LONGHORNS+%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SuH98SLWpeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vRoKIWAJp6U/s320/LONGHORNS+%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395873040680003042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LONGHORNS --- !!! ROARRR ~ !&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bonjour&lt;/span&gt; ~ ! It's been a month since the blog was updated, so here are some latest update. Apparently, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Negara&lt;/span&gt; with my friends, knowing nothing about the adventure which lies ahead. But indeed, the trip turned out to be adventurous. This is due to the fact that I was nearly washed away along with my buddies by the sudden strong river stream. It doesn't sound cool here.... but the whole process was utterly exciting. It was a moment between life and death, and it was a moment where I know that our friendships were tested to the boundaries. Yet, we never cared for our lives and saved each other asses. Precisely, there were only 4 of us, and I'm grateful that I didn't die miserably in that river. Thank God, no one in this world would want to die by being flushed away by a river, isn't it ? In a fraction of a second, we spotted a gigantic rock. We held each other and swam desperately towards it. Fortunately though, we made it through unscathed. In this kind of decisive moment, only real friends will lend each other a helping hand, and it's the most valuable experience to date in my life. From then on, I believe that true friends, in no matter how the circumstances are, will never ever leave us behind. Believe me, it's damn damnnn true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the trip above covers some of the first half of my holiday. I will be attending the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Akon&lt;/span&gt; concert tomorrow. So let's hope that it's going to be a thrilling one. To my weirdo buddies who were there in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Negara&lt;/span&gt;, all hail the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LONGHORNSSSSS&lt;/span&gt; ~ !!! It was a sweet victory against the forces of Mother Nature, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hooo&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/8549953500072581257-1118744606675579629?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1118744606675579629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/10/longhorns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1118744606675579629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1118744606675579629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/10/longhorns.html' title='LONGHORNS --- ! ! !'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SuH98SLWpeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vRoKIWAJp6U/s72-c/LONGHORNS+%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-4121002718942948244</id><published>2009-09-28T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T05:44:53.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Assorted Audi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SsByBhosQqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/M5-LbsNshPM/s1600-h/Audi-R8-BMW-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386430524869591714" style="width: 357px; height: 256px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SsByBhosQqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/M5-LbsNshPM/s320/Audi-R8-BMW-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SsByCAoF9CI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3OsNuXcFBD8/s1600-h/Audi-R8-BMW-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386430533188580386" style="width: 356px; height: 219px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SsByCAoF9CI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3OsNuXcFBD8/s320/Audi-R8-BMW-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Audi R8 or BMW R850 i ?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Look, thanks to my old friend Insomnia, I found something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; again. It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Decepticon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this time around instead of our friendly neighbourhood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spidey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So, tonight's an off-day from my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready for this, but I hope that you are. Isn't it annoying when you buy an Audi R8 only to discover it's not a BMW ? The owner of this one, must have given himself a right old slapping when he saw those four rings starring back at him. So he peeled them off and whacked on a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beemer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; badges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he stuck some on the engine, the bonnet and the tail. For the full naff factor, he also glued a BMW 850i badge to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen worse examples of ‘badge engineering' around in Malaysia where the psycho owners of Proton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Waja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;re-badged&lt;/span&gt; their cars as Lancer Evolution.... But a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Beemer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; R8 ? I'm really confused, ss this the most schizophrenic car ever ? What happened to the trademark rings ? I'm confused.... For your information, this car costs RM800,000 +++ in Malaysia. And that rich psychopathic chap did this to his Audi R8.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is indeed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;genuine&lt;/span&gt; information highway, KUDOS !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-4121002718942948244?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/4121002718942948244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/09/assorted-audi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4121002718942948244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4121002718942948244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/09/assorted-audi.html' title='Assorted Audi'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SsByBhosQqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/M5-LbsNshPM/s72-c/Audi-R8-BMW-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-7551565635859057218</id><published>2009-09-22T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:00:18.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Spidey's Cousin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SrmQtOmJsFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cmBQEDwjXhQ/s1600-h/Spidey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384493936184766546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SrmQtOmJsFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cmBQEDwjXhQ/s320/Spidey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spidey's&lt;/span&gt; Cousin ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I pledged not to blog for a few weeks, but this is irresistible. Look at what I found from the Internet. Its Spider-Man's cousin a.k.a the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Agamas&lt;/span&gt; Lizard. The striking color of its body is bizarre and fascinating. For your information, this exotic lizard is the latest exotic pet craze. Too bad, it doesn't throw webs at others, but it can still walk on hind legs and scale vertical walls like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spidey&lt;/span&gt;. With the color which resembles so much of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spidey&lt;/span&gt;, it's no wonder that this chap wants to join the legion of the Super-Pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to find quite a number of weird looking animals, but only the color &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Agamas&lt;/span&gt; lizard convinced me at the first sight. The nature of the unique color is simply fascinating, and others are just simply weirdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just a reminder the Lizard is to be referred as "super-pet". Don't be mistaken and call it a weirdo. Finally, please do enjoy the picture --- this guy won't bite. &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/8549953500072581257-7551565635859057218?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/7551565635859057218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/09/spideys-cousin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7551565635859057218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7551565635859057218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/09/spideys-cousin.html' title='Spidey&apos;s Cousin'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SrmQtOmJsFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cmBQEDwjXhQ/s72-c/Spidey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-8424552179768553668</id><published>2009-09-20T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:42:00.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Vacation 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it's not a vacation to Paris or Rome. It's a vacation to the final exam and break from blogging. Apparently, a friend of mine has been nagging me to update the column here. Since the connection is free from the usual dodgy and tortoise speed, I guess it's inevitable to write a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paragraph&lt;/span&gt; here. Actually, many had happened lately and I have a lot of thoughts hovering around my head. Plus, after the scary and terrifying final exam, there will be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Negara&lt;/span&gt; trip with my old friends. Therefore, I will update again in a few weeks time. To be honest, blogging is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;demotivating&lt;/span&gt; at a time like this. What's more, I've been stuck at the same page for 2 days. This is way too serious.... I need some other source of motivation, and definitely, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blogging's&lt;/span&gt; out from that category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SrdHt4gJmfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/swmzs1_3lpg/s1600-h/Owen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383850733131635186" style="width: 260px; height: 195px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SrdHt4gJmfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/swmzs1_3lpg/s320/Owen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manchester United Vs Manchester City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By the way, I missed a freaking exciting and dramatic Manchester derby just now (Premier League). Yet, I did nothing at home.... I should've caught it live on Astro ! The match ended 4-3, all hail Owen ~ ! It doesn't matter as an ex-Liverpool player, he scored that vital one in the 7 goals thriller. Sorry Tevez, but I still love you. God damn it, I missed the drama, such a waste.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, a break from blogging and time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;It's vacation time ~ Au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;revoir&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-8424552179768553668?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/8424552179768553668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8424552179768553668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8424552179768553668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-2.html' title='Vacation 2'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SrdHt4gJmfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/swmzs1_3lpg/s72-c/Owen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-8468640889506816258</id><published>2009-09-08T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:41:42.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Assumption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SqauaV6R2uI/AAAAAAAAAIs/orY8ev2DRZY/s1600-h/assumption.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379178572522052322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 314px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SqauaV6R2uI/AAAAAAAAAIs/orY8ev2DRZY/s320/assumption.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever wonder the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consequences&lt;/span&gt; of skipping classes ? Here it goes. It's a nice Tuesday afternoon and I skipped a class. Worse still, I assumed the previous class as the final lecture session when the real final one should be today. I could have made it to the lecture. This terrible assumption really kills. God damn it, the lecturer gave away 5 participation marks to everyone who was present and I was absent ! Looking back at my attendance statistics, my record was pure 100% present. That 5 marks was a real big, super, and hyper blow which was too hard for me to savor. At the moment I knew about the news, I was devastated, frustrated and lost without words. Holy shit, it's 5 MARKS ! Why the hell I was dreaming in class ? Serves me right huh ? I don't think I deserve this, but hell yeah, serves me right.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friendly reminder, never ever skip class. If you do skip once, then you're advised to skip as often as possible so you won't be able to feel the guilt day and night. AND, please utilise the leniency of others to the fullest, DON'T ever dream in class.&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/8549953500072581257-8468640889506816258?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/8468640889506816258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/09/hyper-blow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8468640889506816258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8468640889506816258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/09/hyper-blow.html' title='Assumption'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SqauaV6R2uI/AAAAAAAAAIs/orY8ev2DRZY/s72-c/assumption.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-8068934802375003139</id><published>2009-09-03T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:42:32.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Plagiarism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess what ? It's about assignment again. I know it's lame, but I still have to procrastinate. Before you scroll the page, you can always opt to leave. So, this is how the story goes, I met this chap. He seemed to be a nice guy to me. I didn't know how the hell that fella got my phone number. Two nights ago, he managed to call me and request my assignment for his reference purpose. Deceived by his honest and sincere expressions, I gave him my copy. Then, I came to know from my friend that my worked got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plagiarised&lt;/span&gt;. Damn it, is this the consequence which I'll have to face for being helpful to others ? I can only blame myself for being so stupid and trusting someone whom I judge based on the outer self-composition. If the lecturer manage to detect strong similarities, I wonder who's the first to face the music.... In contrast, this case is similar to the rampant pirated DVD operation in Asia. One difference though, that chap is doing it for his self interest without benefiting others while the pirated DVD lords are offering the poor a cheaper alternative of the original ones. People like him shall be burned to death and suffer in hell. **** !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, my best friends just reached Malacca last night and it's been a long time where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt; never ends. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;plagiarism&lt;/span&gt; case will never deter me from being emotional. Well, I should say that laughter is always the best cure. Trust me, it's damn damn true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: Don't judge a book by its cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-8068934802375003139?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/8068934802375003139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/09/plagiarism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8068934802375003139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8068934802375003139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/09/plagiarism.html' title='Plagiarism'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1332162579510200313</id><published>2009-08-29T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:32:51.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SplK6SGqqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8bxpVbw2MvM/s1600-h/zterminator+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375409995396065922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SplK6SGqqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8bxpVbw2MvM/s320/zterminator+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;All these while, I've been disturbed, tortured and tormented by my old friend, Insomnia. But in this case, something bigger than Insomnia is hovering around. Here it goes, when I was sleepy, I have to edit some bastards' and bitches' rubbish assignments. What I mean here is total garbage, total rubbish, totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inapplicable&lt;/span&gt; and TOTAL FAILURES ! What's more confusing is how can these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vermins&lt;/span&gt; come up with only works which are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;plagiarised&lt;/span&gt; and unedited. Thanks to these assholes, I wasn't able to celebrate my mid term break with my family back in my hometown. Furthermore, thanks to them again I never got my 8 hours' beauty sleep for the past 3 weeks. I slept for an average of 3 to 4 hours a day. Damn, I'm not sure that if "editing the assignments" is the right phrase..... But I'm certainly sure of this, "redoing the assignments" suits more than the previous phrase. To my surprise, these useless jerks made it to their 3rd year university. Were they so lucky to had found someone like me for every of their previous assignments ??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;, money and time are the only factors which I can put my blames on. Due to the hopes of my poor parents, I don't want to retake the subject nor resit for the examination which will burden them with more weights. Plus, I'm already an ultra heavy burden to them. Therefore, I can never ever think of disappointing them. Life has never been a bed of roses for me. If I have the courage and money to sink the ship, they'll certainly bow before me calling my name while begging for mercy crying and sobbing for sympathy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Another case, another subject, another asshole assignment leader. This time around, he's a bastard. He keeps quiet all the time. Even during meeting, he can't even be bothered to suggest any ideas. If the leader doesn't push the members around, how can he expect to stimulate every party's interest? Everything was in limbo until my friend stood up to become the so-called prime minister who made every decision for that bastard leader. In the previous meeting, I was the prime minister. In every meeting, he needs someone to talk and guide around for him. During the hot and dry evening setting, I really felt like landing a punch on his face and humiliate him in front of the others. As a gentleman, I thought twice and opted not to humiliate him as there were more than 10 people in the room. A habit like this doesn't deserve humiliation, but my mind is really out of idea when it comes to punishing people like him with the sophisticated way like agent 007 James Bond rather than the harsh way like The Rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The past 3 weeks which I've been through was hell and my internal clock was in complete haywire. One good news though, "accidentally", I slept for 14 hours yesterday. Well, I would take this as a compensation for my beauty sleeps which had been robbed by those culprits. I really hope that the jackasses fail to graduate in university. Certainly, they don't deserve a degree title to their names by letting others shoulder extra burdens. Given that I'm a real Prime Minister, such behaviors can never be tolerated and they will be slaughtered to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bAcK&lt;/span&gt;, regenerated and rejuvenated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CURSE THEM ~ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-1332162579510200313?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1332162579510200313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1332162579510200313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1332162579510200313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SplK6SGqqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8bxpVbw2MvM/s72-c/zterminator+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-3947007351174016745</id><published>2009-08-24T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:44:05.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Critiques'/><title type='text'>Where's My Love ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373607198871303442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 299px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SpLjRts0tRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nH1J5CR4vMg/s320/Colonel+Sanders.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a Kentucky Fried Chicken is one of the famous brands I admire the most out there. I'm a life long fan of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;, but I can only achieve that if I do something about it before it's too late. I used to love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;, and I still love so. There aren't any real substitutes out there which can compete with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;. Today, I went to one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; outlets in Malacca for dinner. Out of a sudden, I discovered that the graph of my appetite and love towards the meal plunged down to the bottom of my heart. What has happened? I loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;, didn't I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YUCK ! I felt that the meal was so disgusted as if I was chewing a pile of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;garbage&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing went wrong with the taste, but something went wrong with my mind. My tougue got quite picky nowadays. I'm sorry, Colonel Sanders.... I'm really sorry for turning my back at you out of no reason. In order to preserve my love for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;, I guess that setting up a monthly or yearly quota should be the best solution. For now, I'll just have to settle with McDonald's Chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;McDeluxe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the love? Where's MY love ??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My apologise, Colonel Sanders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-3947007351174016745?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/3947007351174016745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-colonel-sanders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/3947007351174016745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/3947007351174016745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-colonel-sanders.html' title='Where&apos;s My Love ?'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SpLjRts0tRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nH1J5CR4vMg/s72-c/Colonel+Sanders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-6530503014488915595</id><published>2009-08-23T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:44:24.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Banana 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SpINJkFoRfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZKLG2nt62j8/s1600-h/Banana+Slip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373371763363694066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SpINJkFoRfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZKLG2nt62j8/s320/Banana+Slip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the previous story, I was an alien in my Mandarin class as the only Chinese. In this episode, the story has progressed to a level where I never really expect where it should be. My identity as a Chinese 'banana' has been uncovered last Friday. It was my bad, I blew my cover up without noticing my dear lecturer who was walking in front of me on the way to class. I was talking and shouting to my friend like an elephant, and of course, in terms of Chinese language. Damn, now I'm guilty of not replying her in mandarin during her class. Hopefully, she'll forgive and forget. I shouldn't act in the first place... I just don't have the gift or talent of taking the agent 007 role in Hollywood, what a failure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The moral values of this story are honesty and sincerity. Please do learn from my mistakes, don't act, we're not in Hollywood. The post today may be dull, hope you don't mind. Lack of creative resources and an interesting plot nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Prequel -"Banana" ~ click the link below,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@ &lt;a href="http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/06/banana.html"&gt;http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/06/banana.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-6530503014488915595?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/6530503014488915595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/08/banana-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6530503014488915595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6530503014488915595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/08/banana-2.html' title='Banana 2'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SpINJkFoRfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZKLG2nt62j8/s72-c/Banana+Slip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1822725507940124643</id><published>2009-08-20T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:45:06.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Beat It !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/So6D5yTDwGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ty9h_R6jwFA/s1600-h/Thriller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372376434277072994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/So6D5yTDwGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ty9h_R6jwFA/s320/Thriller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry to disappoint everyone in the first place, this post has nothing to do with the late Michael Jackson's Beat It. I'm really really sorry =) Now, let's go back to the main agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the past 2 weeks, life has been bizarre and roller-coaster like. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uhm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm not sure if bizarre is the right word, but things has never been normal. Everything can be summarised into one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently, I've been drilling and training my football as hard as ever. In return, my team won a football tournament held in my university. The gold medal which I've been craving for 2 years in university has finally arrived ! You know what, it's tougher to win in university than high school. As far as I can remember, I was able bag an amount of 3 to 5 medals from my high school's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;annual&lt;/span&gt; sports day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arrggh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, although my play was suck, I was joyful and relieved that the team had won. My adrenaline was pumped to the limit and every match was dramatic to the extent that I can't even bear to miss one participating moment. Well, I hope that I will be good enough to be in the team next year. Retaining the crown is the top priority. Hopefully, that piece of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will not be my first and final silverware. Furthermore, I have only one more year to go in university, thus I want to win more !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Switching the scene from the field to lecture hall, I guess I've done well academically too. Surprisingly, I got some unexpected results from my class presentation and mid term examination. The real obstacle was spending only 3 hours in my sleep for the past 2 days due to the complex nature of the presentation and an ostentatious demand from the lecturer. Ridiculous huh? Worse still, more than 10 hours were spent in recording a video clip. Everything was so last minute. Making a video clip is already hyper hard and time consuming, let alone the Transformers film. I wonder how those guys in Hollywood did it, everything was so complicated. At the end of the day, my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;group mates&lt;/span&gt; and I were grateful as the whole thing turned out to be splendid. We really did some marvelous jobs out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Up next, there will be a quiz and a midterm exam tomorrow. Then, there are still tasks as high as the Himalaya mountains due for the remaining few weeks of my semester. If I survive these final waves of obstacles, I'll declare an official victory in my war against stress ! Balancing academic studies and outdoor activities is never an easy task. I've never been this busy before, but I'll beat everything which comes under my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More glories will come and follow,&lt;br /&gt;I'll enjoy and savor this stressful moment to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be tough and I'll do what I can. I'll just beat it ~ !&lt;br /&gt;Beat It ~ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-1822725507940124643?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1822725507940124643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/08/beat-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1822725507940124643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1822725507940124643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/08/beat-it.html' title='Beat It !'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/So6D5yTDwGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ty9h_R6jwFA/s72-c/Thriller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1915027024676132712</id><published>2009-08-11T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T04:03:01.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Human Nature</title><content type='html'>Behind loyalty, lies betrayal,&lt;br /&gt;Behind friendship, lies gossip,&lt;br /&gt;Within trust, there are lies,&lt;br /&gt;Within love, there are burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything I did, its danger lies in within,&lt;br /&gt;For every happening I witnessed, it's harder to believe,&lt;br /&gt;For every mountain I've climbed, I saw ugly faces of mankind,&lt;br /&gt;For every path I've walked, I witnessed the disgrace of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;From my perspective, humanity is indeed an overrated phenomenon as I mentioned a few months ago. Mother Earth would be a better place without humans....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life goes on.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-1915027024676132712?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1915027024676132712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/08/human-nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1915027024676132712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1915027024676132712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/08/human-nature.html' title='Human Nature'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1845041196800402854</id><published>2009-08-06T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:18:28.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Speed Machines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7c4fc282ce5338cd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7c4fc282ce5338cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331764998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4716511FAB735896A1031A32F23D3BE7E1241F1F.6B9584E5A89467619DC326F942834E001784E494%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c4fc282ce5338cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSmyZiG7JIVd4z612Qz0OJdV7Nkg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7c4fc282ce5338cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331764998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4716511FAB735896A1031A32F23D3BE7E1241F1F.6B9584E5A89467619DC326F942834E001784E494%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c4fc282ce5338cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSmyZiG7JIVd4z612Qz0OJdV7Nkg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Top Gear did some real serious and interesting stuff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These machines are among the fastest of the 1990's and 2000's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Battle of The Titans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McLaren F1 Vs Bugatti Veyron,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both machines possess blistering speed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the Veyron is ugly, LONG LIVE McLaren F1 ~ ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Enjoy --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-1845041196800402854?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7c4fc282ce5338cd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1845041196800402854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/08/speed-machines.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1845041196800402854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1845041196800402854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/08/speed-machines.html' title='Speed Machines'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-8889666461142645588</id><published>2009-08-04T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:46:44.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Critiques'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Maggi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SnhiHu-matI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jwzoWRoXQbM/s1600-h/Maggi+Edited.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366146841021147858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 263px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SnhiHu-matI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jwzoWRoXQbM/s320/Maggi+Edited.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favourite no more !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt; Maggi, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cepat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dimasak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sedap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dimakan&lt;/span&gt;. But from today onwards, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;swear&lt;/span&gt; to hate M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aggi&lt;/span&gt; M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; forever. For your information, the price of Maggi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;skyrocketed&lt;/span&gt; by more than 50% of its original value since year 2006. At RM4.75, equivalent to 95sens a packet (RM4.75/5), one can get him/herself a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lemak&lt;/span&gt;. Don't expect a standard size or half a standard size egg offered in it as a package, because it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; 95sens ! At the very least, there's an egg and some nuts. Therefore, Maggi, at Rm4.75, is not worth the buy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to love M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;aggi&lt;/span&gt; M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; when I was doing my university first year until the extent of one packet per day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, a packet a day is normal among poor students like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THEN, it's August now and it's a midterm holiday. Shops are usually close during school breaks. Thus, my only options available are to walk some 800 metres to find food OR, Maggi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt;. At first, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; I can do fine with Maggi every meal. Subsequently, I started to grew mad because even double packets of Maggi weren't able to satisfy my hunger ! At the next moment, I was considering triple, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;quadruple&lt;/span&gt; or QUINTUPLE packets of Maggi. But on second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;, if I consume the quintuple amount, I would've been able to compensate myself a better meal at the rate of RM4.75.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maggi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt; is gross, rubbish and unhealthy. I wondered why I loved the Maggi brand so much.... I'll never consume maggi mee again after graduation, NEVER EVER. I guess money and the 800 metre distance are the biggest factor playing around here. Anyway, I should thank my housemate because he's the one who convened the whole Maggi-mania thingy. I hope he can understand 1 thing from Maggi. Saving money is important, but not to the detriment of health and hunger. These are self-imposed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;starvation acts&lt;/span&gt;. The most important thing is, these kind of acts are sins. If his mom knows that he's eating Maggi every meal, I can bet with my head that she'll throw tantrums and ambers at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, by the way, the price is RM4.75 now. Why save the money for M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;aggi&lt;/span&gt;? Come on people, let's boycott M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;aggi&lt;/span&gt; starting from TODAY. No one shall suffer from the marketing strategy of Maggi anymore ! Hence, buy yourself a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lemak&lt;/span&gt; instead of M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;aggi&lt;/span&gt; M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Maggi&lt;/span&gt;, I Don't Love You anymore ~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Sayonara ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;But right now, I guess Maggi Mee is the better option. Sigh..... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-8889666461142645588?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/8889666461142645588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbye-maggi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8889666461142645588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8889666461142645588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbye-maggi.html' title='Goodbye Maggi'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SnhiHu-matI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jwzoWRoXQbM/s72-c/Maggi+Edited.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-2363597793903698977</id><published>2009-07-26T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:47:00.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>My One &amp; The Only Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sm1AUSHO1EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YIpxrwd9yOs/s1600-h/MOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363013448471860290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sm1AUSHO1EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YIpxrwd9yOs/s320/MOM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy birthday mama. I love you and wish you well for your health, wealth and the future undertakings. You're the most caring and loving mama with so much affections and devotions where there're no boundaries which I've ever had in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my one and the only mama.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and again, HAPPI BURPDEEY ~ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-2363597793903698977?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/2363597793903698977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-one-and-only-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/2363597793903698977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/2363597793903698977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-one-and-only-mama.html' title='My One &amp; The Only Mama'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sm1AUSHO1EI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YIpxrwd9yOs/s72-c/MOM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-223597346242522352</id><published>2009-07-18T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:45:48.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap n&apos; Rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masterpiece'/><title type='text'>Kisah Seorang Jejaka</title><content type='html'>"Abang Tuen berkembara memburu cinta,&lt;br /&gt;mencari di sini, mencari di sana,&lt;br /&gt;selepas 19 tahun dan 8 bulan di dunia,&lt;br /&gt;masih keseorangan ber-friendster di dalam bilik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawan-kawan penat mengajar,&lt;br /&gt;tapi tak pernah nak faham juga,&lt;br /&gt;bertekun nak jadi raja FLIRT setahun dulu,&lt;br /&gt;cita cita tak tercapai, Raja Pelik dinikmati dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gadis bergelaran C dicintai dia,&lt;br /&gt;profile friendster gadis C manjadi homepage dia,&lt;br /&gt;sayangnya gadis C kepunyaan jejaka yang lain,&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya DUNHILL menjadi ubat untuk kesepian dia. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian terima kasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-223597346242522352?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/223597346242522352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/07/kisah-seorang-jejaka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/223597346242522352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/223597346242522352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/07/kisah-seorang-jejaka.html' title='Kisah Seorang Jejaka'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-16812788664458576</id><published>2009-07-13T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:47:51.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><title type='text'>Smooth Criminal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ed471ed84b7e2f9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0ed471ed84b7e2f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331764998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A0ED5A40440F5279FD9A3D512D1C0782F8FDED.8180DF66FAF065E6D15DED5292B30BF709B3B92A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded471ed84b7e2f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUkmSznkXLn_jX0byvOFOT3VX6aQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0ed471ed84b7e2f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331764998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A0ED5A40440F5279FD9A3D512D1C0782F8FDED.8180DF66FAF065E6D15DED5292B30BF709B3B92A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded471ed84b7e2f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUkmSznkXLn_jX0byvOFOT3VX6aQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just want to share this video with everyone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A performer sent from Heaven by God,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are some who never appreciated him for his performance,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He ended up like Jesus,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No one does a performance like this anymore.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hail the King of PoP ~ R.I.P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-16812788664458576?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ed471ed84b7e2f9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/16812788664458576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/07/smooth-criminal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/16812788664458576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/16812788664458576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/07/smooth-criminal.html' title='Smooth Criminal'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1537257322902348781</id><published>2009-07-05T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:48:20.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Nothing But A Good Night's Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SlC1haHTpxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eIcTOAtLAI8/s1600-h/dreamworks.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354979542493800210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 173px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SlC1haHTpxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eIcTOAtLAI8/s320/dreamworks.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today marks the beginning of my trimester week no.4. Up until now, I guess I've been doing nothing. Day until night, I daydream in the lecture hall, mourn the passing of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;, loiter, eat a lot and experience &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;difficulties&lt;/span&gt; in sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, majority of the problems I mentioned above do not concern me that much. BUT, sleep disorders are the REAL obstacles to get rid of. Here are the scenarios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend of mine suffers from allergy when he consumes chickens. Thus, he convened an argument with me. He said he has too many things to handle with too little disposable energy in his body. Furthermore, he ridiculed me by claiming Insomnia is nothing compared to his problems. Well, from my point of view, it's totally nonsense, ridiculous and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ostentatious&lt;/span&gt;. At the very least, he falls asleep easily. Thus, the "regenerate and rejuvenate" process are merely issues to him. My suggestions are, he can either opt to consume pork, mutton or beef. If he is willing to drop his money-saving obsession and self-imposed starvation activities, he can eventually get sufficient nutrients to keep his day going. If not, he will need to take some naps by not forcing himself into the toll-taking tasks or suffer from the opportunity cost for not consuming enough food. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Uhm&lt;/span&gt;, don't get me wrong, I have evidence. For instance, he ordered 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;canai&lt;/span&gt; as his dinner ! Money matter ?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Uhm&lt;/span&gt;, I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, here comes my part. I've been suffering from Insomnia since my years in high school. The problem just got more severe when time went by. I went to bed at 12am and fell asleep about 5 hours later. I did nothing within that time. I felt so restless and tired. Yet, I can't sleep nor do anything useful. The next day, I either overslept or daydream in the lecture hall. Damn, all I wanted is a good 8 hours sleep for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one more further claim from my weirdo friend:&lt;br /&gt;"Normal people sleeps at 10pm, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The statement above which isn't backed by evidence is just a self-claimed theory. From what I see, the majority of the labour force work at least until 10pm. It ranges from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pasar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;malam&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; stalls. Even shopping centres in the hub of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lumpur&lt;/span&gt; such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt; shuts down at 11pm. To proof my evidence further, a recent study from the world football governing body &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;FIFA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;indicates&lt;/span&gt; that the sport accounts for 71% of interest in Europe and 65% in Asia alone. Plus, Malaysia is 8 hours ahead of the major leagues in Europe. Thus, every live telecast will mostly end at 12am. Not to mention the midnight Champions League schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not forcing him to retract his statements by writing this column because everyone has their own opinions. My priority of writing this is, to tell him being a herbivor suffers less than a zombie. Back to the main argument. His problems are easy to solve, take some naps, eat more or consume other form of meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What about mine then? Medical prescriptions? Drugs?? In the end, I'll die like the way Heath &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ledger&lt;/span&gt; or Michael Jackson did by taking Demerol or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Deprivan&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some pointers.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but a good night's sleep, but not all of us have this luxury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-1537257322902348781?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1537257322902348781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-but-good-nights-sleep.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1537257322902348781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1537257322902348781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-but-good-nights-sleep.html' title='Nothing But A Good Night&apos;s Sleep'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SlC1haHTpxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eIcTOAtLAI8/s72-c/dreamworks.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-8570789133556554928</id><published>2009-06-28T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:48:47.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Sixth Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SkeRNBoe_HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zhJVgpfcnTU/s1600-h/The+Lean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352406335115689074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 211px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SkeRNBoe_HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zhJVgpfcnTU/s320/The+Lean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few days ago, I stayed overnight at my friend's house. At that night, I happened to stream Michael Jackson's concert videos in YouTube. I used to stream his videos frequently as I'm his super fan. Plus, I never had the chance to watch his live on-stage performance. So at that night, I shared the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; concert videos with my friends. We watched the mesmerising moonwalks, Lean, spins, sidewalks, airwalks, glides, and a host of his popping and locking talent dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of my friends never knew how great the King Of Pop was until I showed her the video. Anyway, the surprising thing was, even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hitz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fm&lt;/span&gt; aired his Smooth Criminal song while I was on my way to school with my friend in the car. Then, I came to know about the news when my French lecturer told the class about the news. At that moment, I felt so numb. My heart was crying but I have to get on and keep up in class. Since then, I've been emotional until now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; was dying while I was streaming his videos. Damn, now I'm starting to believe in the sixth-sense. Something was going to happen, and it's so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;damnmnnn&lt;/span&gt; true ! I'm upset because I won't be able to witness his live performance in my life. The only option now is my beloved YouTube... Oh and, I felt so guilty about myself. I never really admit I loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; in the past because most of the people around me during high school despised him of his deteriorating look and the child molestation scandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I felt happy that my friend got to know about the charming performances of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;moonwalker&lt;/span&gt; king that morning through YouTube. Even in his death, the legacy lives on. The "Thriller" may have gone, but the thrill will forever go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail the King Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PoP&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P, Michael Jackson ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-8570789133556554928?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/8570789133556554928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/06/sixth-sense.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8570789133556554928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8570789133556554928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/06/sixth-sense.html' title='Sixth Sense'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SkeRNBoe_HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zhJVgpfcnTU/s72-c/The+Lean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-8549822028558250721</id><published>2009-06-24T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:51:21.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><title type='text'>Impian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Pada suatu hari nanti, aku pasti akan berjaya mencapai cita-cita yang aku impikan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Demikianlah ayat yang dinyatakan di atas mendorong seseorang remaja tekun berbuat apa-apa demi mencapai cita-citanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apakah definisi perkataan "berjaya"? Adakah perkataan tersebut bermaksud kaya, cita-cita atau impian? Aku percaya bahawa setiap insan yang bernafaskan oksigen di dunia ini mempunyai pelbagai pandangan yang berbeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dari pandangan aku, perkataan tersebut bermaksud cita-cita. Aku berasa amat dukacita kerana cita-citaku tidak terkabul. Anda pasti akan berasa hairan. Mengapakah aku, pada usia 20 cepat berputus asa? Jawapannya tidak mengelirukan, cita-citaku adalah untuk menceburi bidang muzik yang amat digemariku sejak kecil lagi. Ia bukan sahaja memerlukan ilmu dan masa, bakat dan kesabaran serta wang juga adalah antara elemen-elemen yang sangat penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Demi mancapai cita-cita, aku telah membelanjakan banyak wang untuk belajar pelbagai instrumen muzik. Pada usia 8, ibu saya mendesak saya supaya belajar piano. Pada usia 14, aku tidak perlu didesak lagi manakala mempelajari beberapa instrumen muzik yang lain atas kehendakan dan kerelaan aku. Kesedaran aku terhadap muzik sebagai hobi kegemaranku, pada usia tersebutlah aku mengetahui hala masa depan yang harus jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Walaubagaimana si aku kerap merancang, bertekun dan berusaha, malapetaka terbesar dalam kehidupanku melanda. Selepas peperiksaan SPM, saya telah bercadang untuk mempelajari muzik sepenuh masa di UCSI atau ICOM. Untuk menambahkan kekecewaanku, cadangan aku bukan sahaja dibatal dan dicabuli oleh ibuku, aku terpaksa belajar di MMU atas masalah kewangan keluarga dan kehendakannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku sering berasa hampa dan sedih serta bodoh sekali. Di samping itu, aku menyesal kerana tidak memperjuangkan kehidupanku. Kehidupanku sekarang bosan, tidak bermakna.... tiada impian... tiada cita-cita... Kehidupanku bagaikan anjing, yang hanya hidup untuk tuan dan makanan. Mengapakah aku tidak berjuang untuk mencapai cita-citaku? Adakah aku betul mendengar nasihat ibuku? Adakah kehidupan sekadar mencari duit untuk makan di samping menyara kehidupan keluarga? Adakah aku betul jikalau aku bertindak degil dan tidak mempedulikan perasaan ibuku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bekerja di sebuah pejabat dengan gaji bulanan yang lumayan bukan masa depan yang aku inginkan. Aku rela bermain muzik dengan gaji yang tidak lumayan. Walau beberapa banyak duit yang aku dapat cari pada masa hadapan, kehidupanku adalah sebuah kegagalan. Kegagalan yang penuh dengan kekecewaan dan kesedihan yang tidak dapat anda dugai.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oleh demikian tuan-tuan dan puan-puan sekalian, jangan sesekali anda mengikut jejak aku. Nasihat ibubapa adalah "sentiasa" betul. Tetapi "sentiasa" tidak bermakna "pasti" betul. Beranilah anda menyahut cabaran untuk mengejar cita-cita anda. Kekayaan bukannya kejayaan, cita-citalah kejayaan sebenar dalam kehidupan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cita-citaku hanyalah sebuah impian... yang hanya boleh diimpi...&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kata, kehidupanku hanyalah sebuah kisah kegagalan...&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/8549953500072581257-8549822028558250721?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/8549822028558250721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/06/impian.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8549822028558250721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8549822028558250721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/06/impian.html' title='Impian'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-2925644238032858193</id><published>2009-06-18T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:52:36.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few days ago, a friend of mine happened to ask me a question. "What's your purpose wasting your time blogging on the Internet? You don't even have an introduction to justify your purpose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As far as I can remember, I started out with a poem entitled Life Brief Candle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, since that poem isn't an official introduction, I'll make an official one here. I love writing, but writing consumes a lot of time and energy. Hence, I blog. Although I'm not a high calibre writer, my lust and passion for writing will never fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In an addition, I blog to improve my English writing skills. Some day in the future, I hope to become an automobile journalist or a freelance writer since writing is my second hobby after musical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;instruments&lt;/span&gt;. Instead of enrolling my musical course, my musical dreams took a backseat when the decision to study in my current university was made by my mom. Anyway, anyone can become a writer. Therefore, I'm happy to do so even if I earn nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, what are you waiting for? Let's start blogging today !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-2925644238032858193?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/2925644238032858193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/06/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/2925644238032858193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/2925644238032858193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/06/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-7581667719781184883</id><published>2009-06-16T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:52:14.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SjgGclqWfyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dko9lKqPEDA/s1600-h/Banana+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348031645718314786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 290px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SjgGclqWfyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dko9lKqPEDA/s320/Banana+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As an introduction, I want to define the word, 'banana'. In general, banana is a fruit. Indeed, everyone knows the meaning. Nowadays, the word 'banana' is a jargon among the Chinese society. A Chinese who can speak Mandarin language but isn't able to translate the language into wordings on a paper is being regarded as a banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, me myself as a banana attended my first Mandarin lesson in my university today. Basically, students who have a foundation in the language are prohibited from registering the subject. But since I can't even write my own name properly in Mandarin words, I'm eager to learn and put things right. I don't want to be a laughing stock forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things got more interesting when I entered the class. At the moment I opened the door, I found myself in an awkward situation. Everyone was looking at me with their curious, strange and suspicious looking eyes from the moment I entered the class until I found my seat. Moreover, I'm the only Chinese in class. I felt like an alien from Mars landing on Earth. As the class went on, I established myself as a 'pirated' foreigner who knows nothing about Mandarin. Hence, now I know why Hollywood actors have their massive paydays. Acting is hard, and there is no take two. The same thing applies in my class too, there's no room for mistakes. This is not a movie shooting, this is real....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though I know it's wrong to register for a Mandarin class as a Chinese, I never meant to score an A cheaply in a language which I can speak well to enhance my CGPA. I hope that God will give me a chance to learn the writings. I just want to write my name in Mandarin after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, it's time to sleep. I'll post more updates regarding the Mandarin class in the near future. Wish me luck, Adios ~ !&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/8549953500072581257-7581667719781184883?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/7581667719781184883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/06/banana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7581667719781184883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7581667719781184883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/06/banana.html' title='Banana'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SjgGclqWfyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dko9lKqPEDA/s72-c/Banana+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-6452721789638085346</id><published>2009-06-14T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:52:57.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Distortions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SjaRAIlVqOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8YPXTP42z3Q/s1600-h/distortion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347621039039162594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 155px; height: 205px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SjaRAIlVqOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8YPXTP42z3Q/s320/distortion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I'm bidding farewell to my beloved short and brief holiday... which means the new semester has begun. Apparently, my registered timetable was changed and the original schedule has been shifted without my consent. To add oil into fire, the university management can't even be bothered to make an announcement via the online bulletin website. They might be very busy with many tasks at a time since it's the beginning of a new semester, but it is their responsibility to inform the students about changes. Due to the management &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inefficiency&lt;/span&gt;, I've been busy rescheduling my timetable for at least half an hour. In other words, the student are paying for the consequences of their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going through the complex task of drop-n'-re-add procedure for each respective subjects in front of the computer continuously has given me a disastrous headache. Hence, the university needs a more effective and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;efficient&lt;/span&gt; management team to curb these distortions cum' inconveniences. In an addition, they shouldn't be paid their ridiculous monthly salaries for not doing anything in the office. In the end, WE, STUDENTS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;burdened&lt;/span&gt; all the opportunity costs of an ineffective management system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a compensation, DAMN ~ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-6452721789638085346?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/6452721789638085346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/06/distortions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6452721789638085346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6452721789638085346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/06/distortions.html' title='Distortions'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SjaRAIlVqOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8YPXTP42z3Q/s72-c/distortion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-7447662738331266029</id><published>2009-06-12T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:53:13.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Tough Luck 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a Sunday evening, a wonderful evening accompanied by a mouth watering dinner. All of a sudden, a McDonald outlet was robbed. To be precise, I was robbed.... everyone in the restaurant was robbed. I wonder that is it fear or courage which composed and pushed the robbery gang to the edge of boundaries by robbing others. Well, it's a 'case No.5' of mine being robbed. I felt so upset to live in this world. I'm so vulnerable to so many dangers and threat. Must everyone be weak to be robbed by others and let the corrupted cops do the job? Why must it be me? Why me?? WHY??? I became a burden to my parents yet again. Life is more than burdens and liabilities. MY life has never been a bed of roses. Tough luck..... sigh... financial crisis surely stirred up the heat of the underworld society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malapetaka tidak pernah berhenti melanda dalam kehidupanku, satu demi satu, aku menahan dan mara ke hadapan... Tuhan oh Tuhan, tolonglahku...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-7447662738331266029?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/7447662738331266029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/06/tough-luck-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7447662738331266029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7447662738331266029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/06/tough-luck-2.html' title='Tough Luck 2'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-5858646964177149056</id><published>2009-05-13T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:53:37.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hems and haws, gulp and sigh, the final exam is around the corner. I screwed up my MUET speaking test yesterday morning. For your information, MUET stands for Malaysia University English Test. It's a useless and needless test which was created by the government to rob the citizens' money. The same goes to my school Multimedia University or in short, MMU which represents Money Making University. By the way, I didn't want to mess things up during the test, but I was blur and had no idea what I was talking about. The topic given required me to talk about working overseas. Instead, I talked about English Premier League and the European Champions League. I went too far from the origin... Anyway, I prefer and rate the excitements cum' dramas of both the leagues higher than the World Cup tournament. Club teams are always more powerful than country representatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, the reason behind this kind of mess during the course of the test is simply insufficient sleep. When I traced back to the sleeping problem, I found out that I was blogging in the wee hours writing tons of rubbish here instead of concentrating fully on my revision. I'm addicted to this bloggie thingy. Thus, I must stop ! Not exactly stop, I should pause until everything is over. Therefore, I'm taking a break from blogging right until the end of the month. It's vacation time ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good luck to all my friends in the final exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-5858646964177149056?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/5858646964177149056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5858646964177149056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5858646964177149056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-3479646237429333338</id><published>2009-05-12T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:54:58.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap n&apos; Rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Debate: Macro-Burdens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgruUQAQMhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AOiEfRTWBpQ/s1600-h/optimus_vs_megatron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335338740234596882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 256px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgruUQAQMhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AOiEfRTWBpQ/s320/optimus_vs_megatron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenny Vs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When there's a final exam in barely a week left on the calendar, both my weirdo friend and I found ourselves in some weird conversation regarding to my blog post entitled "Macro-Burdens". He denied what I wrote and decided to take a jibe on me. The conversation below shows how I responded to his ruthless pursuit of apparent petulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, this is how the debate goes:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says: &lt;/strong&gt;Don't deny things which not according to yo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; thought. The world will still turn even though u wish for it to stop. This is the theory of universe. Don't force others to believe what u believe or in another way, things will proof you wrong as time passes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says: &lt;/strong&gt;"Everything above can be right or wrong to you" , you should quote and consider this phrase before accusing me of forcing others to accept my ideology. Yeah, the law of the universe indicates that Earth will die on its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says: &lt;/strong&gt;Cari &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gaduh&lt;/span&gt; ? I've asked u that day to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aeroart&lt;/span&gt; room but you shirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ just sent you a nudge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt;?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Siapa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;suruh&lt;/span&gt; God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pergi&lt;/span&gt; create humans who pollute earth and slowly destroy it? Anyway, everything got its circle of life, do you know that ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ just sent you a nudge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; No! God creates us to protect the Earth. But we are destroying everything ! We sinned and we must be punished !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; We will punish ourselves before God punishes us ! Thus, we can reduce our sins and go back to the origins, THE PROMISED LAND ! The Land of Happiness !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; The human culture and evolution made it a must to destroy the Earth. Your theory looks sucks. It doesn't appear to be so magnificent in this case. Everything will evolve, time will continue, whatever changes caused by the God who created human, a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt; his fault. HE is the one who cause the destruction of Earth, our Earth, His Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; No ! Don't push the responsibilities to others. We must be NOBLE ! You may condemn everything which I've written, but those things will eventually come. Trust me, humanity will be the Ultimate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Assassin&lt;/span&gt;, killing Mother Earth one day, sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; I can see the future even you don't say that, but things aren't as bad as you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; This is not what I think, this is what the current situation shows and how the plot will unfold. It's planned, as the Joker said, everything in life is a Bad Joke. We are supposed to be the guardians of Mother Earth, yet we became the destroyers. Generation after generation, sins after sins, war after war, these will never stop, Mother Earth will continue to get ill until humanity no longer exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; Go back to the origin, who created human ? There is still a good side of humanity that you never see. We are blessed with a heart, you can see it, but you can't proof it. You've failed to be a human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, as I said, I'm not the only sinner. There are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; more others. Those who has air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;cond&lt;/span&gt; at home are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;assassins&lt;/span&gt; because of CFC gas. Those who drive a car will cause air pollution. With a heart, we still sin. Heart is physical with blood flows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; Then, vanish all the CFC &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;, if you so pro. What i said heart is what we cannot see, not only the physical figure that only pump blood. You really don't see things from different aspect huh ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; People won't make these sacrifices for the sake of nature. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;HUMANs&lt;/span&gt; are selfish. We will do anything and everything in order to live. If someone kidnap u, and he forces u to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;assassinate&lt;/span&gt; a person for your freedom, I can bet my head that you'll do it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Takkan&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;mau&lt;/span&gt; suicide ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; For God sake, you are also a human, if you think humans are useless, then kill yourself to give notice to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; No ! Before I kill myself, I want to kill everyone on Earth ! If I can't execute the plans myself, I want to witness someone with the capability and ability to execute my ideology. I want a Holy Army with the same ideology as I do. Then I'll trigger a bullet into my head,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;PIANG&lt;/span&gt; ! Finally I'll rest in peace because someone else has succeed in making things right and bring justice to Mother Earth. If that particular 'someone' never occur, then I'll just have to accept this dull and injustice life. Due to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;incapabilities&lt;/span&gt; and disabilities which deny me to do so, the least I can do to save the world is to write that blog so someone with that kind of power can stand for me to give people some self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt; n self righteousness as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; I''ll kill him before I do anything else, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Dark force and light force &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; always have the war. The good one will stand with good, the bad one will stand with bad. There is no absolute point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; No ! Good and bad forces will disappear altogether ! There will be no more war ! PEACE ! When human disappears, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the absolute point ! The point of origin ! THE PROMISED LAND ! The Land of Happiness ! And if some other creatures replaced us and continue the war, it's their sin ! Not humanity ! I'm trying to send out this message so that we won't be the murderer. Let someone else do the dirty job ! Be it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;aliens&lt;/span&gt; or E.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says: G&lt;/strong&gt;o back to the origin first before the ending to origin. You must discover what makes us what we are today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; The end is the origin ! The end and beginning is ZERO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; Your parents gave birth to you, and trace back to the origin. God is sin. Sin created us to do sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; No ! Don't blame the God ! If u rob the bank, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;takkan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; mum go to jail?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't blame, i just showed u the truth. God created &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; with sin. Yes, mother has faults because she didn't give the proper education. SHE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;DIDN'T&lt;/span&gt; TEACH YOU WELL AND YOUR FATHER DIDN'T CARE YOU GOOD ENOUGH SO THAT YOU ARE BORN AND RAISE TO BE A NORMAL KID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; We must stand on our own with the responsibilities ! We must be noble and pay for our mistakes ! My mum and dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; me well ! ! ! But it's my fault because I never interpret well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; HE STOLE MY LAPTOP, STOLE YOUR MONEY, ROB YOU IN THE CAR, ASK YOU GO CLUBBING and ASK YOU TO DRINK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;ALCOHOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; No ! GOD DIDN'T ASK ME TO GO CLUBBING ! The God of Darkness, Pitt Lord or we can call him the Lucifer is the main culprit He's the main Satan !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; GOD DIDN'T ASK YO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; GO CLUBBING, BUT YOUR FRIENDS WHICH GOD CREATED ASKED U TO ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what I said, good will always with good. Satan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;mana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;kerjasama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;dengan&lt;/span&gt; God ??? EXPLAIN THIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; God created my friends ! But the Lucifer possessed my friends ! The devil possessed you ! Read the Bible ! God never asked us to sin ! The Pitt Lord influence us to sin ! In our hearts and minds, there is an angel and devil. You should know this. In this case, the slave of the Lucifer is Stronger by a bigger margin, So i got influenced! I've explained ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; eh, do you mind I copy and paste our conversation into my blog??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; sounds super interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;zzz&lt;/span&gt; =.=-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;Senz&lt;/span&gt;]™ says:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;yeahoooo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;agrreeed&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kenny~展廷~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; anyway, .............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This is how the heat conversation found its way here)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conversation goes on, this conversation proved a lot than I expected. Perhaps, it's a sensitive issue to debate. Don't try this at home, only weirdos like us do. And the winner is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, obviously me ! KO to my proponent~ Cheers ~ ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--End--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-3479646237429333338?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/3479646237429333338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/debate-macro-burdens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/3479646237429333338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/3479646237429333338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/debate-macro-burdens.html' title='Debate: Macro-Burdens'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgruUQAQMhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AOiEfRTWBpQ/s72-c/optimus_vs_megatron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-5447241389605733502</id><published>2009-05-11T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:56:40.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap n&apos; Rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Macro-Burdens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In conjunction to the Mother's Day theme, I would like to continue from where I left off in a blog which was posted quite some time ago entitled "Micro-Burdens". That particular blog is somewhere near below this post. This time round, we zoom into the larger scope and look at the bigger picture to give you a clear view on burdens, the Macro-Burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Happy Mother's Day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I love my mum. Everyone does. But as you and I know, everything hidden behind love is burden. Some of us are glad to share the burdens, while some may feel that we exist for all the wrong reasons. No matter how many times we mourn, in the end, love is still the main culprit. Sometimes we do complain, yet we can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;segregate&lt;/span&gt; ourselves from love. Be it families, couples, relatives or friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as I said, I will focus on the bigger scope today. Therefore, let's have a look on how these burdens can affect humanity. Statistics from thorough and professional research indicate that we have an ever increasing population on Earth, which is a bad news. These are not ridiculous hypothesis from some irresponsible hypocrites. In fact, it's true. Why? There are many reasons for this question. Hence, I've summarised everything. The list goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SghuAaiNzoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sUr7T67VzfU/s1600-h/Polar+Ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334634712022240898" style="width: 356px; height: 206px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SghuAaiNzoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sUr7T67VzfU/s320/Polar+Ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i) Global Warming&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since the Industry Revolution during the post World War 2 era, the surface of Mother Earth certainly has changed a lot. Forests which are once blessed with flora and fauna have been bold for ages due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;logging activities&lt;/span&gt; for timbers and other rich sources of raw materials. Plus, the polar continents are melting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ii) Pollution&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second agenda here, pollution. We drive every day. No matter what and how we drive, emission of the carbon monoxide gas is inevitable. Frankly speaking, efforts from authorities to curb this issue will never bear fruits in the near future. Perhaps, never until the Judgement Day comes. As long as we drive, peoples are bound to suffer from the bad consequences ranging from accidents to asthma. The same goes to cigarettes and factories as well. You don't want me to stress out on noise and water pollution do you? I'm skipping these anyway. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SghuAd6uORI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tlqKWH1yuHU/s1600-h/Somali+Pirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334634712930334994" style="width: 320px; height: 174px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SghuAd6uORI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tlqKWH1yuHU/s320/Somali+Pirates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;iii) Crimes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Increase in population means increase in poverty. Then, increase in poverty means increase in crime. Look at the Somali pirates who are residing in the Gulf of Aden, they prey on victims who sail through their territory. What pushed them to the boundaries? What gave them the courage to arm themselves and rob? Hell yes, it's poverty. They have nothing much to lose in their lives, that's why they dare to risk for earnings in terms of hundreds of millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SghuAFj0UFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HQGo2g012eI/s1600-h/Mushroom+Cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334634706391814226" style="width: 281px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SghuAFj0UFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HQGo2g012eI/s320/Mushroom+Cloud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iv) Wars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need for me to explain this, the greed for power and status. It used to be Adolf Hitler and George W.Bush. They were the pioneers who love to trigger conflicts and wars. Then, here comes the Israels, I feel so sorry for the Palestine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;. They were robbed of their childhood. The experience of war aftermaths is surely unbearable for children. Pathetic though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the 4 major burdens which humanity caused. There are no cures for these as long as humans remain bullish and selfish. We are indirectly killing each other daily. Plus, humans never learn. The only way to solve this puzzle is extinction. Extinction will free humans from sadness and sorrow. On the other hand, Mother Earth will not die in the hands of humans. Let the Sun or the Meteor to do the sin by killing Mother Earth rather than humans. The Land of Happiness exists, if there are no sadness and sorrows. Someone with the abilities and capabilities must rise and judge. One must execute the commands without the greed for power. One must build the Holy Army to save Mother Earth. One must know that human extinction can bring happiness to the world. One must wipe out humanity, killing every single human beings on Earth. When the Holy Army succeed in leading the humans to the Land of Happiness, which the Israels regard as "The Promised Land", they will put bullets into each others head. Thus, the last survivor will be the dictator who mastermind the "Ceremony" on Earth. He or She will be the one to witness the Holy events. The saviour will sin on humanity's behalf. He puts a gun onto his hand and trigger a shot, BANG ! Mission accomplished. Mother Earth will not suffer again. NEVER EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SghuAutOnlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FL6atrv877M/s1600-h/War.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334634717437140562" style="width: 206px; height: 146px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SghuAutOnlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FL6atrv877M/s320/War.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sgr7aixMmEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/z7onWzRb5tk/s1600-h/adolf-hitler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335353142002096194" style="width: 128px; height: 164px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sgr7aixMmEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/z7onWzRb5tk/s320/adolf-hitler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sgr7aw-EbpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8Ykup5E2JfI/s1600-h/Emperor_Shi_Huangdi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335353145814183570" style="width: 141px; height: 164px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sgr7aw-EbpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8Ykup5E2JfI/s320/Emperor_Shi_Huangdi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335353137072162978" style="width: 174px; height: 164px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Sgr7aQZzyKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NaB6hqYMja4/s320/13-george-w-bush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love the ruthless way of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shih&lt;/span&gt; Huang-Di and Adolf Hitler. They slaughtered and killed anyone who stood in their way, putting spears, bullets and bombs on every incoming obstacle. But in the end, everything was about power. If they shared the same ideology as I do, humanity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt; found their way to the Promised Land decades ago. I have a vision of a world without humans. Join my conquest and wipe out humanity. Be noble and pay for the mistakes will you? That's the greatest challenge when it comes to responsibilities. WE often forget the real purpose of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;, which is to protect the Earth. Indeed, we, humans exist for all the wrong reasons. In the end, humanity is just an overrated phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers, don't get me wrong. Everything above can be right or wrong to you. Don't regard this as a religious teaching. These are merely a story told by a fool like me. To all the mothers out there, I advice you not to read this. I hope my mum doesn't get angry on this. Finally, I hope you enjoy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day ~ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-5447241389605733502?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/5447241389605733502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/macro-burdens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5447241389605733502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5447241389605733502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/macro-burdens.html' title='Macro-Burdens'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SghuAaiNzoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sUr7T67VzfU/s72-c/Polar+Ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-4358179917644062542</id><published>2009-05-09T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:57:25.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Analysis of Variance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 4.10am now, I feel so restless and sleepy after some intensive mathematics revision &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; for almost the whole night. To make matter worse, I came across this chapter, "Analysis of Variance". Yeah, as glamour as the title may be, this chapter is so damn easy which involves just a few steps to complete a question. But as far as I'm concerned, I spent 20 minutes doing a question. 20 MINUTES ! The steps are easy, but it requires some focus and patience. The painful and exhausting drill of keying in the data into my beloved calculator alone costs me some 15 minutes time. In the end, I gave up. I knew the steps to finish off the question, but it took a heavy toll on me, inflicting several severe damage to my retina and brain cells. I wondered who invented mathematics? Why make life so complicated when it is simple? I prefer the world to go back in time to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paleolithic&lt;/span&gt; ages where people hunt for their goods and needs. And most of all, everything is not complicated. Moreover, we don't need mathematics for hunting. Oh uh, it's good for health too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to get back to my revision. ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-4358179917644062542?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/4358179917644062542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/analysis-of-variance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4358179917644062542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4358179917644062542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/analysis-of-variance.html' title='Analysis of Variance'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-6822667764187882339</id><published>2009-05-07T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:57:45.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Money Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOe6x9cxuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3KcEPMlT6FQ/s1600-h/42-16548697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333281116417476322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 127px; cursor: pointer; height: 171px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOe6x9cxuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3KcEPMlT6FQ/s320/42-16548697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my previous blog post, I related men with deers. Although I don’t possess deep understanding in women, for the sake of fairness, I must write about woman this time around. Ok, here we go. In this 21st century, relationship is getting more and more complex. I’m certainly sure that most relationships are full of lies and greed. Here, I regard the lies to men, and greed to women. Men court women maybe because of their beautiful look while women, accept men based on the wealth assessment. Although I came from a poor family, I strongly agree and accept that woman should find themselves a rich guy who loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the problem occurs here. The word, ‘rich‘. There is a new trend of finding a rich partner nowadays, they tend to evaluate a man’s wealth regardless of age. A 5 year gap is still normal, 10 years senior is more of a bit ridiculous but still acceptable. Hey, what about a 20 years difference? This is totally ridiculous ! ! In my university, I see many ladies, beautiful ladies, beautiful yet pathetic… ..There are 2 beautiful classmates of mine who have their boyfriends of at least 10 to 20 years older than them. These guys are just a few years younger than my papa. Women look at the credit cards, the ride and the most important of all, a thick wallet filled with paper notes. With an average basic salary of a few thousand bucks, these guys can easily satisfy a 19 years old girl’s demand. And they look like a pimp to me. Pimps are always ugly, with their malicious act. It’s hard to imagine a dinner between these pimps and the girl’s parent. Into the age of 40’s, we should be calling them ‘Uncle’. I can guarantee, no parents in this world would like to see their son or daughter with a partner of 20 years seniority. If they really want the big bucks, they should consider looking into the CV’s of true millionaires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, first, these uncles are just from a middle class labour force pocketing their not so extraordinary salary of a few thousand bucks. Second, the ride they have is most likely to be a Honda or Toyota. Last but not least, these pimps are in their 30’s and 40’s. To back up my point, here’s my elaboration. A few thousand bucks can’t be regarded as rich. Moreover, a rich should be driving a Merc or BMW and a millionaire should have a driver driving him around in a bullet-proof Cadillac or Maybach chauffeur. From my evaluation, things will only turn from bad to worse since generation gap isn’t an issue anymore, and a 50 years gap seems possible as well. Thus, women will most likely ply their trade with older men, as long as these pimps are a little bit well off in wealth. I hope my grandpapa doesn’t get angry on this. For the sake of mankind, women, please stop these disgraceful acts. It’s not wrong to be materialistic, but it is wrong to go against Mother nature. Greed will lead us to sin. Marriage between children and adult too is illegal, now let’s hope that the government will highlight this issue and do something about it. God bless us. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-6822667764187882339?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/6822667764187882339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/money-ladies_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6822667764187882339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/6822667764187882339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/money-ladies_07.html' title='Money Ladies'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOe6x9cxuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3KcEPMlT6FQ/s72-c/42-16548697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1560252712580893656</id><published>2009-05-06T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:58:34.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap n&apos; Rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Micro-Burdens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Babies are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;born&lt;/span&gt; everyday. Mothers who deliver these babies endure a very painful process. The pain, it's a burden to the mother of the child. If the mother fails to go through the process unscathed, she dies. The death serves as a burden to the newborn child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the children grow up. They go to school, they eat, and they play. Not to mention the tuition, music and art classes, not all parents can afford these expenses. So, in this case, the children are the burdens to their parents. Day by day, they grow up. They want almost every nice clothes, shoes, watches, gaming devices, cellphones, computers, leisure outings and many other ridiculous, absurd and ostentatious demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, this particular teenager got robbed by some Mat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rempits&lt;/span&gt;. So, he borrowed some cash from his friends. From then on, he became a burden to his friends. Then he realised the cash can't last until the end of the month, so he asked some money from his parents. Again, he's a burden to his parents. After a horrible month, he was looking for money from every possible alternative. The debts must be returned. Therefore, debts are burdens. Pathetic little boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many triumphs and torments during high school, he planned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pursue&lt;/span&gt; his music studies in university. But then, he never knew what was happening to his family at home. The family was about to declare bankruptcy. As a result, he never made it to the music school. Instead, he had to resort for a government study loan for his academic studies. He was very disappointed to found out that he was such a heavy burden to his family in the past. A talent wasted, a burden added. His current predicament, is full of burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the years of university, the textbooks and school fees were funded by the government loan. Back then, the economic crisis was looming. So, the financial help which government handed to the students became a burden. There were little to none which the government can do to react to the apparent petulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the parents of these children grow old, and when they have their grandchildren and so on, these happenings will become the heaviest burden to their grown up - turned parents - children. At the later stage of life, people dies. This will become a real heavy burden, because a funeral might costs 10 times the amount which we can ever imagine. Below are the precise details:&lt;br /&gt;Hospital bills - RM 50,000 , coffin - RM 15,000 , transportation services - RM 3,000 , burial land - RM 100,000 , cemetery paint job - RM 3,000 , funeral band - RM 5,000 , flowers - RM 100 ..... the sum amounts to RM 176,100. This amount is subjected to double because there will be 2 funerals, which will balloon to an unprecedented amount of RM 352,200. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see this titanic sum now? It's a Volkswagen Golf &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GTi&lt;/span&gt;. We can't get anything back for what we paid. Instead, we pay to lose our loved ones. Life is so unfair, unjust, and it's another burden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, family is a burden. A child can be a burden to parents, and parents can be a burden to the child. Sometimes, friends are burden to each other too. A single helping hand can become a burden to both parties. So, people, think twice before getting married. Marriage causes many burdens. Humanity causes burdens. When a child is brought to this world, we'll indirectly make him or her to pay a Volkswagen or a BMW in the form of our funeral. It's mad money, it's a mind boggling sum, and most of all, it's a burden to the child....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued in "Macro-Burdens", coming soon......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-1560252712580893656?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1560252712580893656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/babies-are-borned-everyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1560252712580893656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1560252712580893656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/babies-are-borned-everyday.html' title='Micro-Burdens'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1735060067795927464</id><published>2009-05-04T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:59:27.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Men &amp; Deers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOgCWiPbMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hJMfydB4A5o/s1600-h/deer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333282346006179010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 206px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOgCWiPbMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hJMfydB4A5o/s320/deer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, I think life would be a lot more less complicated if we become a deer. Because then, all we’d need to do to establish ourselves, as superior beings in a group, is to stand tall and wave our antlers around. Now, here’s the case. All men will claim they don’t jostle around for the high ground in a group of other men, but this is nonsense. We all do. Some by using wit, some with the enormity of their wad and some by demonstrating their cleverness. Hm… but the problem lies here, it’s weird. Things don’t get much better because there are many more men out there who look like a deer. A man is still a man, not a deer. Though we are not perfect, we can’t let our egoism to make things look right, neither to view the better side of others as a threat. Nobody is perfect, God creates us to be imperfect. Therefore, we mustn’t make ourselves to look like a deer. It’s against the nature. I must admit that I’ve tried to make myself a deer in the past, but I realize that it’s stupid and disgusting. Thus, I’m trying my best to become a man. For the sake of humanity, we must change. Oh uh, for your information, men don’t have antlers, only the deers do. And for all the men who read this, accept the truth, learn how to be defeated, we can’t always win in life. oh... CLS-ians...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-1735060067795927464?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1735060067795927464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/men-deers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1735060067795927464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1735060067795927464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/men-deers.html' title='Men &amp; Deers'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOgCWiPbMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hJMfydB4A5o/s72-c/deer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-8752817003059422217</id><published>2009-05-03T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:59:43.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Externalities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the ancient years of China, people who excels in the public exam are promoted as government officer. This method of education is being used until today. Therefore, I’m writing here, to voice out my dissatisfaction. At times, we failed an exam after studying for many hours and mastering the material. The problem here is, who cares? People will only employ those with great results. And when they employ these so called ‘first class’ students, things get worse than ever. Some of them can’t even present and speak well. Mesmerising performance during exam will never reflect how well students had learned. They should know that students failed in exams because questions were ambiguous, or the minds of pupil went blank due to exam anxiety. For some of those who have good memorising skills, the more they study, the more they memorise. By memorising more, they tend to forget more, especially after the final exams. So why bother studying when this kind of species, the ‘memorising’ creatures, is dominating the labour force? What is so great about good academic results, huh? Efforts will never be recognized while excellent results draw all the accolades and plaudits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: China is full of crap government officers and rubbish citizens in the old days. The education system led China to the fall into the hands of the European superpowers. End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-8752817003059422217?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/8752817003059422217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/externalities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8752817003059422217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/8752817003059422217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/05/externalities.html' title='Externalities'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-7966920047943621749</id><published>2009-04-28T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:00:15.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Defeats and Failures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When it comes to final exams, competition, climax, and other situations which require critical thinking, tension starts to rise among people. And most of all, as we can see, nerds are the first majority to panic. Their neuroticism levels are so high. Psychologically and scientific proven, they are most likely to die from heart attack. With so many situational factor I pointed out above, today I must emphasis on the issue of final exams. I choose the exam factor because nerds and noobs will only respond to examination. They don't even care one bit about sports and competitions, well, because they are simply noobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, referring to the statements I made above, as cruel as it can be, I'm going to make this as short and brief as possible. I have a friend, he's a nerd, he's a noob. Now, why do I classify him as a noob? Why do I classify him as a nerd? Why??? You may consider reading my previous post entitled "Nerds and Noobs". The reason lies there. Ok, the final exam is 2 weeks away from now. I know, we know, and everyone knows that time is running out. There may not be sufficient time to complete our revisions. So, this weirdo friend of mine can't even bear to lose 1 minute of his time. Everything he does raises the tempo of the atmosphere. He wakes up at 5a.m. in the morning for his revision while disturbing my sleeping hours, he brings along his notes for dinner, he wears that freaking noob spectacle, and etc. You see now, I'm so pissed with his way of life. Several punches on his face to wake him up from his dreams would be quite enlightening. Damn, why can't he live a normal life? From my point of view, his life reflects zero tolerance to failures. Oh God.... failures are inevitable in life. Why can't he understand this simple saying? Why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I met someone who is so "kiasu" and "kiasi". In Hokkien, kiasu means fear of losing while kiasi represents fear of death. If he continues to go on like this, dull his life will be, colourless and flat the life will be. Ultimately, boring the life will be. I know his life is not for me to predict, yet I must rant it all here, today. Dear Mr. Koh, fate says that you'll read this post someday. Hence, be angry with me, I really want you to. Because when you are angry, you realise everything. The hunger which drives you to success doesn't need these unnecessary sacrifices. I know the early bird theory, but owls come out and hunt at night. Can anyone explain that and reflect it to real life? There are many more alternatives to success in life, noob. Last but not least, for the nerds and noobs out there, pick up a sport and force your way into some competitions. Sports teach us great values and a competition will show us that defeats are unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I will make this post short and brief. So, the points I stress out above show how short it can be. I've tried to make this as short as possible. There are a lot more mini details, but it will take years for me to write them all here. Readers, sorry that I can't write more about this little weirdo friend of mine. For more details, please proceed to &lt;a href="http://the-wierdos.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://the-wierdos.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-7966920047943621749?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/7966920047943621749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/defeats-and-failures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7966920047943621749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7966920047943621749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/defeats-and-failures.html' title='Defeats and Failures'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-391786776666252458</id><published>2009-04-20T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:00:37.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><title type='text'>Blogging Kills -- !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Se2EfyYzn7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/QpKN7apKsiI/s1600-h/sd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327059615885795250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 174px; cursor: pointer; height: 115px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Se2EfyYzn7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/QpKN7apKsiI/s320/sd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, I shouldn't be writing here in this wee hours. To make matter worse, the upcoming exam is almost a week away, yet I still have the time to blog rather than studying. In order to relieve myself after some hectic schedules for the past few weeks due to assignment deadlines and examinations, for the sake of pleasure, I must procrastinate here no matter happens. God gives us 24 hours a day, and that should be more than enough for every single human being on earth. BUT, God never give us an everlasting energy which can last for the full 24 hours. I know people like me loves to waste precious time, but look, I can barely remember a word from my textbook. The efficiency and productivity of my mind now are absolutely ZERO. Hence, what is the use for me to do my revision? Worse comes to worse, there will be a few more presentations and assignments which are yet to be done. These tasks seem too infinite, one will come after another, and things just can't be finished. Tasks after tasks... the flow never stop. Perhaps, it will stop during the holiday. Is university life really that miserable? Before I go anymore further, I would like to stop here, because, blogging here at the first place is soo wrong. Moreover, I don't want to fail my examination for all the wrong reasons, especially blogging --- Therefore, Adios ~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-391786776666252458?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/391786776666252458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/391786776666252458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/391786776666252458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/insomnia.html' title='Blogging Kills -- !'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/Se2EfyYzn7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/QpKN7apKsiI/s72-c/sd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1850554472890283786</id><published>2009-04-16T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:34:17.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Nerds &amp; Noobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOggMUc0VI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jiorBh-CtLU/s1600-h/CollegeNerds.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333282858660057426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOggMUc0VI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jiorBh-CtLU/s320/CollegeNerds.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Children go to schools to learn the most basic lessons in life. They proceed from kindergarten to primary school. From primary school they march into high school. Eventually, they pursue their studies in universities. Although not each and every of them has the ability and capability to cope with the pressure of studies, their ultimate destination is still the labour force. Be it a corporate manager or a guy who sells pirated DVD in night market, they share the same primary mission in life, which is to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In university, assignments and exams are norms. So does a degree qualification. They work, and work and work.... and some day, we'll have to work, and work, and work bloody hard as well. Some smart ass do take some day-offs to enjoy the beauty of life, but some don't. They work like a noob, just like a student who studies like a nerd. All they know about school is studies, all they know about their job is to work, and all they know about life is about job and education. Pathetic, they are just too pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they know the existance about exotic cars, beautiful houses, and a luxury lifestyle, they would've use the money to enjoy the life rather than giving everything to their heirs. They work for the future of their sons and daughters who will splash their cash like hell. In an addition, the cash was conned for all the wrong reasons, and when they are old, they die for all the wrong reasons. The hard earned money they've been working for, is not theirs to be enjoyed. I remember my grandpapa once told me, &lt;strong&gt;'If you don't work, how are you suppose to eat ?'&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, my purpose of writing here today, is to rectify this phrase. It should be, &lt;strong&gt;'If you don't eat, how are you suppose to work?'&lt;/strong&gt;. You see, there are many more beautiful things in life. Life isn't just about studies and work. Therefore, make some rooms for yourself, and try to enjoy life. Life comes first, achievement comes second. This is because hard work doesn't really guarantee success. On the other hand, enjoying your life guarantees fun and pleasures. In a nutshell, to the nerds and noobs who read this, CHANGE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-1850554472890283786?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1850554472890283786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/nerds-noobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1850554472890283786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1850554472890283786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/nerds-noobs.html' title='Nerds &amp;amp; Noobs'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOggMUc0VI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jiorBh-CtLU/s72-c/CollegeNerds.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1165729154411002234</id><published>2009-04-14T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:01:32.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>My Bottle....  ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SedXM3znfHI/AAAAAAAAADo/tz00CmCQn5w/s1600-h/nike+bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325320963039394930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 280px; height: 280px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SedXM3znfHI/AAAAAAAAADo/tz00CmCQn5w/s320/nike+bottle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a Tuesday, and everything went so well in the morning. I thought today would be my day, until an unpleasant incident happened. I did so well in an afternoon debating session just now. Besides, I was given some credit and recognition by the lecturer, and it made my day. It was a disaster yesterday morning, and another super disaster happened in my school during evening. I spilled my coffee yesterday, and I lost my beloved bottle today. Coffee and bottle are related to water, it looks certain that I'm destined to get robbed tomorrow. If you can't understand about the jargon which I use, 'money' is a synonym of 'water' in Cantonese. I want my bottle back... the sentimental value of it, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;irreplaceable&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/8549953500072581257-1165729154411002234?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1165729154411002234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bottle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1165729154411002234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1165729154411002234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bottle.html' title='My Bottle....  ~'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SedXM3znfHI/AAAAAAAAADo/tz00CmCQn5w/s72-c/nike+bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-4718890541036859619</id><published>2009-04-13T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:01:47.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>My Ruined Kopitiam Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOk-gusvSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/z4PKk89vZfQ/s1600-h/SpilledCoffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333287777581448482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOk-gusvSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/z4PKk89vZfQ/s320/SpilledCoffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, my time is flooded with tons and tons of assignment. Plus, my next examination is around the corner. Yet, I'm still able to find myself loitering, gaming, friendster-ing, and uh, blogging. The cycle goes like this school-sports-dinner-homework-assignments-loitering &amp;amp; blogging-school ....---and the cycle continues, until I pay for my mistakes for not including sleeps into the cycle. For weeks I've been suffering from Insomnia due to caffeine overdose, I think. It's 4.26am now, and I finally decide to write here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour ago, I was enjoying my favourite morning coffee brew as usual. But this time, it cost me dearly of my time. I sipped the coffee while doing my revision, and eventually misplaced my coffee. I knew I was going to spill that cup of coffee, my sixth sense told me. I should've followed my instinct, yet I can't be bothered to remove the cup to some other safer spot, until, SPLASH ! ! ! - gone, the victims are my computer monitor, CPU, keyboard, mouse, textbook, lecture notes, woofer and calculator. I was too purged to get my reflexes right, my mind was slow and my eyes were tired. I spent an hour cleaning up all the mess which ruined my revision night. Moreover, my textbooks and lecture notes turned brown. Eww~ everything is , gone.... why can't I have my right to brew my coffee, I took only 1 sip.....ONLY A SIP ! Someone, please kill me, argggh..... my ruined kopitiam hours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-4718890541036859619?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/4718890541036859619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-ruined-kopitiam-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4718890541036859619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/4718890541036859619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-ruined-kopitiam-hours.html' title='My Ruined Kopitiam Hours'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOk-gusvSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/z4PKk89vZfQ/s72-c/SpilledCoffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-960933144415380572</id><published>2009-04-03T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:02:06.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 5.31am now, Insomnia attack.... so I've decided to write here rather than wasting my time on the bed doing nothing. For the past 3 hours, my mind was playing several sad and brutal flashbacks which I never had the courage to tell for years and some happenings which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; regretted. There were too many 'if only' and 'should'. Those long gone days are my "if only years". Anyway, tonight will be the night for me to unleash these miserable nostalgia of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are some of my most regrettable flashbacks and moments which I feel that I should share, or else, I'm gonna die tomorrow morning due to insufficient sleeping hours. During my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kindergarden&lt;/span&gt; years, I was a loner. I had only 1 friend in my class, the rest are all my enemies. I was bullied, humiliated, and most of the time, isolated. Even the teacher despised me, because I'm the only Chinese in class. Oh, my best friend in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kindergarden&lt;/span&gt; years, his name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kumar&lt;/span&gt;, I wonder how he's doing now... if only I had mingled around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the primary years, I recomposed and established myself as a little monster. I stood on the table to protest in class, cast chaos and burglary in the canteen, and vandalised the school toilets. I even stole 600 bucks from my mum to buy myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Digimons&lt;/span&gt;'. If only I knew how to steal the correct way... my mum couldn't have caught me.. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my high school era, it's the best which I really cherished the most. This includes all my most regrettable moments as well. I can play the piano, guitar and drum. I was gifted in playing musical instruments, yet I never mold and transform it into talent. Thus, the gift was wasted. Then, I was a good sprinter in athletics, but often underestimating my opponents, I never take things seriously enough. I knew how to win, yet I knew how to lose too cheaply as well. I won many medals, but I missed out on too many medals too. On the other hand, I was a player in the school's football team. I have the speed and pace for football, but very often, I can't play a full-time match due to my low-stamina level and my inability to deliver. Besides, I took up the Science stream, only to screw up on my elective subjects. If only I practiced on my music everyday... maybe I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; ran to my limit... I should have trained tantalisingly... if only I listened attentively in class... if only... .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first year of university, I made quite a number of friends, who are weird. Anyway, I'm glad that I met them. They transferred to the university's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cyberjaya&lt;/span&gt; campus after the first year. If I had a firm decision to follow them rather than listening to my mum... ... OK, back to the time line. There was a football tournament held during my final trimester of the first year. My team was rather strong. I was given a chance to play full time for 2 matches, yet, understanding the inferiority of mine too well, I didn't seize the opportunity by giving all sort of excuses. In fact, I went out partying all night long before the tournament day. The team progressed well until the semi-final, and eventually eliminated. I was glad I played well in the final game, but over the course of 4 matches, I was still performing at below par performance... Then there was this song composing competition. Back then I was playing for a band, there was a female pianist... I knew her for only 3 days throughout the jamming sessions. Because of my cock-less-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't ask for her number....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, about 3 weeks ago, I took part in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;futsal&lt;/span&gt; competition. There, in the group stage, I played some really good stuff. But into the knock-out stages, there was this culprit, who hammered his elbow onto my head, gave me an ultra big blow. I lost my eyesight for more than 5 seconds. Look, 5 SECONDS, I thought I was going blind. Thank God, I was alright after that. I knew I could continue, but psychologically, I was dominated by that vermin. Eventually, I was substituted, and the team lost.... ... if only I gave my best to impress, if only I had the courage, if only I continued on... if only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a long night without sleep, take some sleeping pills. Well, if you don't, you'll end up in a situation similar to mine, consuming up to an hour writing too many craps and rubbishes here. So, someone, please, invent a time machine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-960933144415380572?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/960933144415380572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-only.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/960933144415380572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/960933144415380572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-only.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-5152156483580820991</id><published>2009-04-01T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:02:25.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><title type='text'>Cruel Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOloh5Y89I/AAAAAAAAAE8/AvSA723cPyQ/s1600-h/if+only.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333288499449230290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOloh5Y89I/AAAAAAAAAE8/AvSA723cPyQ/s320/if+only.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amidst a student's ruthless pursuit of both academic results and future, there has never been much room for the niceties of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As depressing as this statement seems, it is impossible to escape the undeniable truth that a student's inability to deliver the goods in the exam hall - no matter how hardworking he or she normally may be - will be met, not with a caring arm of support around the shoulders, but with an avalanche of derision from the insatiable and blood-thirsty parents, relatives, scholarship sponsors, and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While mulling and mourning over just how unfair this can be, spare a thought for the particular student who will wake in the next morning to find out that everyone who has high expectations and hopes on him, blaming him for the blunders and carelessness he made - no matter how much effort he gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst the myriad of gory lecture from these target setters may seem a little harsh, this particular student, who until the final exam results came calling from the university, had been so dedicated to his work previously, will surely nod his head and agree with what the impassioned scribes have been busy telling their friends and relative - he is stupid and useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognition for efforts? There are none, and there will be none. No people in this world will assess others based on their efforts. This is because, results matter the most, efforts matter none. Believe it or not? Make an appointment with a high ranking manager for an interview session, you'll get an answer similar to mine, and it's a cruel reality... ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the 'impassioned scribes' do not include my parents. I'm glad that they are supportive. But I still feel sorry for myself, for my inability to convert my efforts into good results. I'm writing this for the others who've worked hard as well, to give them some sense of fairness in this world. Though it doesn't exist, but because it's unfair, the world is fair. Just like a piano, there are black and white keys. We might have hit the wrong key... But, our time will come, some day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-5152156483580820991?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/5152156483580820991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/cruel-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5152156483580820991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/5152156483580820991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/cruel-reality.html' title='Cruel Reality'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOloh5Y89I/AAAAAAAAAE8/AvSA723cPyQ/s72-c/if+only.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-7669732040187860189</id><published>2009-04-01T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:02:51.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><title type='text'>Meaningless's Meaningful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear readers, define the word ‘nothing‘, and you’ll find that you are unable to do so. Well, this is because &lt;strong&gt;‘nothing’, means nothing&lt;/strong&gt;. Now, how do we define the word ‘meaningless‘ ? The word &lt;strong&gt;‘meaningless’ means without meaning&lt;/strong&gt;. You see, it still has its meaning inside the word. So, meaningless is meaningful. I’m not an A student, no matter how hard I try. I’m not a good boy in the eyes of my parents, no matter how hard I try. I can’t do many this and many that… no matter how hard I try. Hard works and efforts sometimes never end up with success. This world is so blind, cruel, unfair and injustice. I feel so sad, soulless, depressed and traumatised by the failures to do well.. . But, I vow to come back strongly because life is too meaningless. If I don’t, life will be much more worse than meaningless, which represents nothing. My life, it's a cruel reality. Arrrrgh…. I spam, yet again…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-7669732040187860189?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/7669732040187860189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/meaninglesss-meaningful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7669732040187860189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7669732040187860189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/04/meaninglesss-meaningful.html' title='Meaningless&apos;s Meaningful'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-7027960086015824374</id><published>2009-03-05T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:03:06.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Updates'/><title type='text'>Tough Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s the Chinese New Year~ .. Well, the worst which I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; ever had. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;angpows&lt;/span&gt; I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; collected is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wayyy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; little when compared to the previous years. Oh k, I understand people endured a hard time due to the economic crisis these days. Sigh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second&lt;/strong&gt;, exactly 1 week after Chinese New Year, my school started. While I was on the journey traveling back to my school in Malacca, I found myself in a middle of an accident. A lorry came crashing from behind, involving 3 vehicles. FUCK that driver !! Miraculously, I made it out unscathed. To make things worse, I lost my wallet on the same day. Never mind the few hundred bucks of my gambling winnings gone, I kept most of my valuable nostalgia belongings in it… and now they’re gone…. forever… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third&lt;/strong&gt;, obviously, I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; wasted my whole day with all the police report procedures, and I never made it to school that day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last but not least&lt;/strong&gt;, I have to pay the compounds for the loss of my important documents. This shows that the local government never even care about the welfare of a poor citizen like me. Money politics, or I should say it in an easier way, CORRUPTION. I wonder what does the government spend on with the taxpayer’s money… With my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;licences&lt;/span&gt;, bank card, student card and identification card gone, there are still a lot more procedures to come… and a lot more to pay… Tough luck huh….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-7027960086015824374?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/7027960086015824374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/03/tough-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7027960086015824374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7027960086015824374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/03/tough-luck.html' title='Tough Luck'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-1473236498892406690</id><published>2009-03-05T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:03:26.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unblock'/><title type='text'>Legal Scams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOhPuefIKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DE8KqSSZ3Q/s1600-h/MoneySign.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333283675282808994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 255px; cursor: pointer; height: 243px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOhPuefIKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DE8KqSSZ3Q/s320/MoneySign.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AIG, ING, ReliaStar etc. These companies provide services to the society with many insurance packages, and these packages varies, depending on how much we pay. Moreover, the packages insure a wide coverage of criteria ranging from vehicle to life insurance. We should know that from the first day the insurance businesses were introduced, they have been reaping billions of dollar in terms of profits. All these shits happen because the people still think the insurance benefits them, paying the expensive and ridiculous monthly premiums desperately for safety reasons. In fact, insurance is one of the world’s greatest scams ever. They’re very happy to make promises and take your money, but the minute you can legitimately cash in, they fight you, kicking and screaming, looking into every possible loophole to deny payment and carrying as much red tape as possible to keep what you’re due. It’s no wonder some have made their entire careers on fighting insurance companies. Insurance companies are the legal cheaters and liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion here is, people should save up their money for emergency uses rather than dumping their money into the insurance companies, relying on these culprits to compensate their own losses. Government too should implement a saving plan which people must contribute an extra amount of money with the funds acting as an insurance and the government being regarded as the insurer. This can be the one and only solution to tackle down the big cheaters in our society. A reminder once more, don’t trust insurance. There are many victims out there, believe it or not, find some and interview them. Make a wise choice and be a smart consumer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549953500072581257-1473236498892406690?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/1473236498892406690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/03/legal-scams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1473236498892406690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/1473236498892406690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/03/legal-scams.html' title='Legal Scams'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgOhPuefIKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DE8KqSSZ3Q/s72-c/MoneySign.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549953500072581257.post-7274476033007240461</id><published>2009-03-05T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:03:42.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo posts... ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All'/><title type='text'>Life Brief Candle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335372613770966434" style="width: 180px; height: 181px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgsNH8wqdaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/DUb97Yu3MjI/s320/Candle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life Brief Candle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To0morrow, to-morrow, and to-morrow,&lt;br /&gt;Creeps in this petty pace from day to day&lt;br /&gt;To the last syllable of recorded time,&lt;br /&gt;And all our yesterdays have lighted fools&lt;br /&gt;The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle !&lt;br /&gt;Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player&lt;br /&gt;That struts and frets his hour upon the stage&lt;br /&gt;And then is heard no more; it is a tale&lt;br /&gt;Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,&lt;br /&gt;Signifying nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This poem was written by William Shakespeare. As I grow up, I started to realize that life isn’t easy after all. A man’s average lifespan is about 67 years old. We will mostly die before that age. Life is full of fascinating stories and intimacy between mankind. Little to no human beings will see the ugly side of life, which is full of disgrace and disgust, not until the final moment before death, struggling and gasping for air. The poem depicts reality in life. It indirectly states out my opinion towards my life. My life is just like a story told by a fool, full of insignificance and unimportance, short and brief, yet MEANINGLESS. And again I want to stress out, MEANINGLESS ! ! My life withered so young, that a single soft blow of wind will blow off the fire. All the yesterdays I’ve lived is only a waste of wax, having no significance…. sorry, but I’m a little bit jiwang + emo today .. :’(&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/8549953500072581257-7274476033007240461?l=tze-senz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/feeds/7274476033007240461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-brief-candle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7274476033007240461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549953500072581257/posts/default/7274476033007240461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tze-senz.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-brief-candle.html' title='Life Brief Candle'/><author><name>[Tze-Senz]™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01244397475151252875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SbC1hQNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E4n9bNkBJII/S220/Lecture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBmLvaxLl-E/SgsNH8wqdaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/DUb97Yu3MjI/s72-c/Candle2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
