<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:44:12.523+08:00</updated><category term='rain'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='jokers'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='lost'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Crazy'/><category term='craziness'/><category term='courage'/><category term='events'/><category term='happy'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='grateful'/><category term='love'/><category term='girlfriend'/><category term='Moral'/><category term='hope'/><title type='text'>D.I.E Co.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Edmund Yip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246958751522363740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-8154326480787440455</id><published>2010-03-03T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:35:52.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><title type='text'>Where art thou milover? 1</title><content type='html'>As I lie down and stare at the ceiling above me, my thoughts start to wander off thinking about the girl I met while doing my work at the bank. She's might not be the most beautiful girl in the eyes of other people, but she got a kind of aura around her that makes people around her attracted to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I met her is by coincidence. I didn't purposely wait for my turn to be at her counter. Well, i can change my number with my colleagues who is also at the bank. As me n my colleagues got our number, we sat down. As usual we will talk and also look around us. It was at 1 particular counter that i notice her, serving an elderly lady doing her deposit or maybe withdrawing. She is always helping out the elderly lady whenever the lady don't know how to fill in certain particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues didn't notice her until they were talking to me and i didn't bother to reply them. Only then they realize i'm attracted to her. Then they ask me all sorts of questions such as "Is it i wanted to know her?", "Date her?" and so forth. I'm born a shy person in front of girls so they all wanted to help me, but then if they do, it will startle her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, It's finally my turn and it's her counter. I gather up my courage to walk to her once i'm at the counter, i pass her all the documents i have filled in earlier for deposit of some cheques and cash. It will take awhile before i'm done there. So there's plenty of chance for me to know her, about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I cant conjure up a word that shows i wanted to know her and so forth. I can only speak when i'm asked questions by her regarding my deposits. Other than that, i cant find any words to speak to her. And so, my transaction with her ends and none of my colleagues is at her counter. So they cant help me much either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-8154326480787440455?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/8154326480787440455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-art-thou-milover-1.html#comment-form' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/8154326480787440455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/8154326480787440455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-art-thou-milover-1.html' title='Where art thou milover? 1'/><author><name>Edmund Yip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246958751522363740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-1469266817098802088</id><published>2009-11-15T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:33:52.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokers'/><title type='text'>Brain cells just gone wild</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey Hey...how ya'll doin guys out there??Well aint exactly that missin us so much aye!??Well I gotta say..both parties been a lil busy on things and as well as on our college assignments. But the brains just aint workin fo somethin fresh and new or could I add in a lil as well,as in,innovative?! Hell I'm just sittin here and tryna crack me crack head here.I do sometimes aye..but no doubt to it...we all do crack our lil crack heads All The Time!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,I've just ran outta lame excuse to tell ya'll why were kinda late in posting on our blog spot. And i don't wanna come up one as well...just to differ it from gettin hit in the head or...wishin that someone would come up to us and start a cowboy gun slingin moment..ahahahahhahahahahhahahaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what ya'll know..all of us are doin great...Big Bro Yip just celebrated his 21st Bday...congrats and cheers as well...Jian had a sorta bad experience in a new restaurant...well I aint there so...don;t know much but just knew that there were double trouble. But anyhow Cheers to our "Baby Jian" Happy 21st Bday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well..to some of us who's tryna get the world moving by...we have Chee Meng goin on with his work and the stock markets goin good in a way...aye mate!??hahahhaa...That,ya'll gotta ask em...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where by,we have John and Ken...well..they're doin good as well...John's goin on with his Chi Dance competition...we all head on fo him...and cheer em fo his great performances...do get tickets and watch em dance aight guys out there..hahahhahahhaa..."John Youtr not Human!!!!!!!!" Ken..well he's fine as well...the usual as he comes and goes..being a good lad...cheers to that as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ivan and me,well...we aint got nuthin much left to say but..some friends call us "Punishment from God"...maybe because we made disaster to them,that's why were given that sorta names. To some...were beng too diabolical...makin havocs and creatin loud noises and entertainin everyone...eve had some peeps fail on his paper...what a crap..but cheers to all to appreciated us and hated us...we love ya'll the same way as we do. And ya'll should know as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wheaters nowadays been rainin and hot and in a way rather had everyone fall sick as well. I think Katey Perry's song should fit in the pic...Hot and Cold..haahhahahahhahaha...so do get soem vitamins if ya'll got..do eat em everyday..not every hour like its some candy..and drink loads of water..not the other water..aight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has just been ya'll most freindly post fo the day by ya'll fellow freindly mates..NOT the health minister! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-1469266817098802088?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/1469266817098802088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/11/brain-cells-just-gone-wild.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/1469266817098802088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/1469266817098802088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/11/brain-cells-just-gone-wild.html' title='Brain cells just gone wild'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-6901728589407659688</id><published>2009-10-14T01:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:33:08.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>SYCI Beach Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd b doing a few strings of events lately...due to the nothingness I'm having. So here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There be a beach party being hosted by Sunway College students and as well the Student Council. There be games..water games and as well as the Tug of war which be joining us with our lects. Not to mention Sundra will be there and our most current outstanding lect...Mr. Ramesh aka. Moses..haahhahhaa....back in the past weeks while he was growing his beard and the rest..he looked lik Sean Connery..but now..he looks lik Moses! Hey...here's a lil catch...a black dude be running with the torch..and..No la...not the Olympic guy..he's our very own..Sunway stud...clad in black or maybe some white paint..hahhaha..appearing tribal style..WhooOOOoo...Tookie Tookie aight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows guys...maybe he be parting the beach party and the hot springs with his powerful lecturing pens..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so...there will be the wave pool...there be Barbeque dinner servin' us by the chefs in Lost World..and also...there be sexy hot belly dancing girls performing for us as well. Sounds like fun aye...well mates...im sure ya'll be enjoyin and indulging the laughters and fun with us all there. So make a date with us on the 23rd of October 2009..1830hours..Lost World Of Tambun. Be there or Be square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey...tickets available at Sunway College Ipo...do drop by there and check us out,or..contact Master.Ivan Goh..he's our P.R Manager..0125085400...Miss Emily Soon President fo  Sunway Stud.Council at...016 5969300&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/StS2rmZbgXI/AAAAAAAAANw/-s74qzAtlnw/s400/floor+legth.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392135514027164018" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/StS2302YbYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OnL06ciP48w/s400/tickets+fo+beach+party.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392135724065123714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Don't Grad...Celebrate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-6901728589407659688?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/6901728589407659688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/10/syci-beach-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/6901728589407659688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/6901728589407659688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/10/syci-beach-party.html' title='SYCI Beach Party'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/StS2rmZbgXI/AAAAAAAAANw/-s74qzAtlnw/s72-c/floor+legth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-8887345889934057020</id><published>2009-10-13T23:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:47:03.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Faggot..imma show this and shoot you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aight aight..and so i promised ya'll that there be a few things up. But jsut been kinda lazy and well you know..things holding us back due to some matters. And hell yea never been sleeping well fo the past 52hours..that was a heck of an experience though aint the 1st but..its torturing to see things in a stoned manner and looking numb.hahahhahhahaa..i know...it may kills. But...its a big mistake as well to do things in the bloody last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so..im doin my final project and hell..my lects givin me negative thoughts on it. Here it goes...would love to make things happen...do show some love on me aight... =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tee's gone be Cvc quality which makes em longer lasting and as well as the colour aint fading away faster than what we get from the cheap stalls...if i may so..front side of the design's goin to be stitched on..makes em better and outstanding..where by the back....its gone b Black and white,making things and the beautiful Mona Lisa looking younger than what we had =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tee: S,L,M,XL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Price: 35 per piece including delivery&lt;br /&gt;Colour: Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ordering: please place your orders as comments or contact us..view us on our profiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all for the support and making things happening. Peace ya'll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/StwK-AnVXdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PJthTzhxthA/s400/mona+lisa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394198514116156882" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mona Da Lisa Da Vinci Never Had a Chance&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/StSyFARnQtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jPcnYjNx3Fg/s400/promo+ad+II.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392130452912292562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;RM 35 per tee&lt;/span&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;br /&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;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/8541223506798457632-8887345889934057020?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/8887345889934057020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/10/faggotimma-show-this-and-shoot-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/8887345889934057020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/8887345889934057020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/10/faggotimma-show-this-and-shoot-you.html' title='Faggot..imma show this and shoot you'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/StwK-AnVXdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PJthTzhxthA/s72-c/mona+lisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-4334844094355451006</id><published>2009-09-12T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:07:28.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Redefining authencity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqqCjEUewYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_zbfko7hfZE/s1600-h/coperate+advertisment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380256243814154626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqqCjEUewYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_zbfko7hfZE/s320/coperate+advertisment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;There will be new things cmin up by us so...do drop by and prepare fo what's cmin at aight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;CMIN' SOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqqAwQaOIXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/MeEFFKFvFjo/s1600-h/coperate+advertisment.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-4334844094355451006?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/4334844094355451006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/09/redefining-authencity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/4334844094355451006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/4334844094355451006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/09/redefining-authencity.html' title='Redefining authencity'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqqCjEUewYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_zbfko7hfZE/s72-c/coperate+advertisment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-6500167573638080799</id><published>2009-09-08T01:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:04:55.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Bye bye Sin city</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379874282042563522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqknJ91oG8I/AAAAAAAAALw/xzNMwAdAzy4/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;Well pardon me fo not being able to upload much of it as soon as i head back at homeland. Sweet smell of ipo's corrupted air and as well as the peeps back here. Yea,i do miss em alot and i do miss my room n my bed and my comfy home sweet home. What do ya know??i missed the food of course. No more exotic food and bugs to chew on as my pass time spring food..hahhahahaa..hell yea,i did chew on a maggot. And so,it tasted like chicken,way crunchier than french fries.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379869785783576274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqkjEP98ptI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2VvfLerDt6w/s320/betong+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379869804000016098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqkjFT1FduI/AAAAAAAAALI/75eLsShOdf8/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379869786057543154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqkjEQ_RDfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FdC6LwGhRiA/s320/betong+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379874259037664642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqknIoI1NYI/AAAAAAAAALY/cStkoZSJu6M/s320/073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the 2nd day,i prefer to head onto Thai's dim sum. Though we get it everywhere and its a chinese culture to eat it. But had'nt tried Thai chinese culture. I don'nt know perhaps..it's a lil different from ours. It's wierd that things fo them are prefarably to be small..hahhahaa...chinese tea are small...but nice tea, char siew pau (barbeque pork bun) are also small like it's fo kids meal...hahhahahha....after that meal...more hooter chicks cmin and askin me hw was my day!?LOL..i did entertain a while but that was like..only a while..hahahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next stop,communist tunnel right on the outskirts of Betong,but i jus can't recall it's name. Goin on with it,the weather is just untolerabily hot and yes..im sweatin while walkin up the stairs and hell there were biker gangs revvin their engines infront of me.What the heck was that suppose to mean guys!??Too much fuel to burn,bring me up instead!Anyway theyre nice folks by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379869797822859538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqkjE80ViRI/AAAAAAAAALA/pcM9q63T7xQ/s320/betong+165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379874261225319954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqknIwSaLhI/AAAAAAAAALg/LxQ0r5xTFc4/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379874270664195650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqknJTcz_kI/AAAAAAAAALo/TRLwjgm51_o/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coomunist tunnel was somewhat or somehow which Chen Ping belongs to if i can recall my history. And these yokels been livin in the jungle like it's tarzan feedin fest. Marriage and gettin kids,also on the same side and same condition. Refuge! There even was a special way of burnin woods in the jungle...it's kinda hard to explaine it here,and it works just like simple chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunnel was 90degrees steep,and it aint that easy to climb up n down and further more,if ya'll facing klaustophobia i guess ya'll should be easy to be freaked out in there. Condition of it,hard,hot and steep and crampy. Loads of peeps go in there...less air and much more pressure. A tall guy like me walkin in there..i gotta crouch. Imagine if you had Lebron walkin. He have to do,squats every time we make a stop..hahhahahhaa.so far the journey take us up bout an hour and loads of things to know and surviving skills was the most important thing there. Exhibition to their archive was classified and there were loads of equipments that ya'll never imagine. Mind blowing! Exevution site was jus opposite the bride grooms room. So,livin as a communist aint that easy after all. Boy scout manuals please!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379869814735256338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqkjF70kOxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Tv74G6-D-0w/s320/065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest..on the 2nd day,your body was all about resting and tryna keep u with what ya'll missed out. And yes,i am worn out and im tired and im tryna bear the moment of gettin home to ipoh and missin my bed with all the pillows. Back in the hotel,im just sleepin on the floor with a couple of pillows and head bangin songs by thai "discotheque". We went to the thai pagoda which was one of the "anko wats"...that what i get from a thai guy..lord knows what im listenin from em.hehehhehehehe....hell this place was all marble and white like snow right under the sun. I even took pic with a large buddha as well.&lt;br /&gt;After these loads and journeys all around, i guess it was best to head back as Betong was almost explored already. Well even there aren't,i think we can come back fo the next time with much kits to help us on. Last stop before we leave fo ipo....thai bak kut teh. What they had in there was a lil something diff than what we ad in msia. Everything almost went the same,if not mistaken there's pork blood in there,ears, and tail!Kinda long...but...what the heck..i just chew it on like its a bubble gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im outta here...peace!HELLO IPO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379874288202136834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqknKUyLvQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tFLszRhb2B0/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;Des..live from Betong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-6500167573638080799?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/6500167573638080799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/09/bye-bye-sin-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/6500167573638080799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/6500167573638080799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/09/bye-bye-sin-city.html' title='Bye bye Sin city'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SqknJ91oG8I/AAAAAAAAALw/xzNMwAdAzy4/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-4852236978400125636</id><published>2009-09-05T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:07:37.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grateful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Story Of A Boy</title><content type='html'>He's born into a rich and well-known family. From a young age, he's given whatever that he wishes for and whatever demands he asks for, his parents will fulfil it. This is a short of introduction to the main guy in this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's in his teenage days, he's surrounded by a lot of friends. Wherever he goes, they will follow him. Although he's arrogant he still maintains a friendly approach to his friends. He is a well-known player among girls. He had a lot of girlfriends who just wanted to take advantage of his fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he realizes that those girls are just taking advantage of him, he still played along until he gets something back from them. One fine day, he met a girl who is very different compared to his girlfriends. This girl is introduced to him by one of his best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, this girl is his girlfriend. This girl does not demand anything from him nor use his money much. This girl will instead help him do a lot of things. He too loves her a lot. Their relationship went on for a few years. The girl found out more than 5 times he cheated on her. But still, their relationship lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the boy asked for a break up with the girl. For sure the girl is reluctant and finally she gave in and broke up with the boy. The girl is very sad and cried a lot. The guy who introduced this girl to the boy comforted her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, the boy soon realized his mistake as he grew up and become matured. He realize how good the girl is, doesn't use much of his money, love him for who he is and not his money. This is the kind of girl that is described as true love. He tried to find that girl back and wanted to make up, but it’s already too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is now going out with another guy who truly appreciates her. And the boy finally learn from his mistakes and he repent for what he did by losing the girl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-4852236978400125636?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/4852236978400125636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/09/story-of-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/4852236978400125636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/4852236978400125636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/09/story-of-boy.html' title='Story Of A Boy'/><author><name>Edmund Yip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246958751522363740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-8782226060778240416</id><published>2009-08-30T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:04:45.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>HELLO..BETONG!</title><content type='html'>I just dont know how to put it in words or expression,but throughout the day..i did not sleep and had a few games of DOTA with Ivan and Jian Yao to keep me awake.Apparently,the pressure of playin a game n keepin it on time to pack and head to the car fo a nap or some sight seeing. Hell's bells rang and dammed that bloody Lucifer on the chair. I didnt bring me, nice cam over and well..no nice pic.Exactly not no nice pics...just that the feeling of holding a digi cam and a Dslr is different and the effects are just...way apart.And so,as im tellin ya'll...Betong.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh...the nice small town or should i say city!?A sin city..lust and sex..not to mention the booze and hard knox liquor.WHooo...its a bloody paradise here. There's hooters girls cmin at ya with their big assets and short skimpy tight jeans shorts.WOW!!!but i aint hittin on em...so..no cash as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing was...the hard wy to squeeze wifi here.Just so hard to get it.Plus not to mention the plugs just...2head pins only!?Gwad dammed where the heck are the 3pin heads!?some idiot ate it!?Maybe i cant really blame them,due to the internationality or so.LOL knock me head and call me chin peng! Well, people here are friendly and nice...and kinda lustful as well. And i dont even know which girls are the normal girls or hooter girls. But what the heck,were on the same boat!HAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's fo the day one of the trip and later on i b back to cont my stories from Betong.Maybe I'll try to Gg with me mates back in Ipo!Another nice thing was...finally i think i may join the Fear Factor. I ate a maggot like its Thai "kacakng putih". Yuck...but hell...it tastes like chicken!hahahahhaha....being fed by one the them nice hooter girls..."200bath be your girlfriend"..."1000bath love you long time"...."2000 bath love you long long time"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiesty mate..ahahhahahaha..at this moment im outta here..this is Desmond Leong reporting you ya'll and missin ya'll live frm Betong,Thai.Sawadikap!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-8782226060778240416?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/8782226060778240416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/08/hellobetong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/8782226060778240416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/8782226060778240416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/08/hellobetong.html' title='HELLO..BETONG!'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-9204392954659611771</id><published>2009-08-15T07:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:32:20.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><title type='text'>Cocks cockin..birds chirpin and im stonin them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;            &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GOOD MORNIN M'SIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Good mornin to everyone and while the cocks had their shouts and birds had theyre pretty time singin on tree branches..I'm "lastik-in" them while I'm enjoyin my coffee near my car! What a great way to kick start your day..aye!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SoXznegZvqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wgDOJJ44cPA/s320/lovely+day+012.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369965990238600866" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-9204392954659611771?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/9204392954659611771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/08/cocks-cockinbirds-chirpin-and-im-stonin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/9204392954659611771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/9204392954659611771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/08/cocks-cockinbirds-chirpin-and-im-stonin.html' title='Cocks cockin..birds chirpin and im stonin them'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SoXznegZvqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wgDOJJ44cPA/s72-c/lovely+day+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-3569093244144950838</id><published>2009-08-13T14:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:02:25.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><title type='text'>The Boredness That Filled Us Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What to do...assignments all loaded up, and the week is flyin by so dead ass fast..and apparently me n ivan had nothing to do but to make noise back in the house and Dota and downloading songs..some songs which guys havent heard before. And...here we are, switchin on our MSN messenger and madling with other people by shouting "WASSSSSSSSSSSsssssssSSSSSSssSSSSuUUpPPP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SoPWTYHb8aI/AAAAAAAAAKY/l7jKJNav924/s320/dambloodypeoples.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369370809135264162" /&gt;                                                          &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;John was kind enough to snap us in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;SO enjoy the day and have a great day ya'll...here we go HAVOC again!&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/8541223506798457632-3569093244144950838?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/3569093244144950838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/08/boredness-that-filled-us-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/3569093244144950838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/3569093244144950838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/08/boredness-that-filled-us-up.html' title='The Boredness That Filled Us Up'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SoPWTYHb8aI/AAAAAAAAAKY/l7jKJNav924/s72-c/dambloodypeoples.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-4759838135848844106</id><published>2009-08-01T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:47:54.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Where we at the moment</title><content type='html'>Well...truth be told..where we at actually..WE'RE IN GWAD FORSAKEN KAYEL!!!!hahahhahahaha...eventually..the tokin has got into my dam head and had Ivan STUNED!We move our way down to KayEl at 9am train then reached our destination bout 1230hrs..shopped...walked...havocin...shouting...grudgin'..and hillucinatin till the wee hours of the night time which is now at 0238hrs. Met Big Bro Ed's APIIT friends..cool and foreign..surely when i say foreign they really are foreign..all kinda colour and heights and dreams and attidtude BUT great personality. One of em is from Persia...well...known him as the "Prince of Persia". Yea yea..name's taken from the game.But hey!He's handsome and quite to gentlemen to the girls.ehehhehehe...go grab em..and another is the tall,dark and hansome Ahmed. Name might be malay but..where he's from..Nigeria.Awesome dude,and way taller than me. There's a funny guy among them which made all things "happenin" and also Ed's punishment from god..hahahha..Hashan,(sorry dude if i got your name wrongly tryped or misspelled or misinterprested =] ) a cool dude, and loads of laughter which never gets you stop..eventually..hahahahaha..then theres a chi guy among em, Edward..quiete but cute in a way..hahahhaha..im sure girls dig em..i guess...i don't know you tell me..hahahahaha...We had Persian dinner,enjoyable and big and something which i never put into my tummy but dinner was GREAT!After that..theres tokin moment with them..and it had me head spinnin right round and under. I guess this calls fo a sleep and the walkin,hustlin n bussin round continues tomorrow!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace ya'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-4759838135848844106?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/4759838135848844106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-we-at-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/4759838135848844106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/4759838135848844106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-we-at-moment.html' title='Where we at the moment'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-2085395658540879402</id><published>2009-07-26T04:02:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T05:31:57.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>Your Card Just Turned 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Supps ya'll i guess i've been MIA fo quite sometime, well mainly there's just laods of stuffs to do and just so not in the mood in loggin onto the net as the bloody line was bloody slow. I wish i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;could whack the damed modem and throw it back to TM net. Blessfully i'm not that kinda violent person,anythin can be talked through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So,where were at...yea..our boy here..BIG BOY KEN celebrated his 21st Bday with all of us and well...pretty much we didnt touch any liquor on the dining table except,Chee Meng was kind enough to bring us some of his "Choc Mint Baileys" (whooHOOOoo open up..n drink up n get crunked ya'll) who says that's gone be make us all high up..Nahhhhh~it only spark started our quenches fo more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aight,mainly we had our deep grillin dinner at 2+1..don't ask me the name as i just don't know but choppin n munchin on more grill beefs. Not to mention pretty lady Miss Emily grillin n grillin n grillin fo more meat n steamin more food though all of us start scoopin ice creams...hehehhe..she's kinda big eater though..good fo her!We saved alot =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, without the hassle of me blabberin n spittin the record of our day..we proceed to Flour..Eggs...and whole lotta Dirt on the Bday boy where this shit all took place was kindly had it at Michelle's place along we played with her lil fluffy who is so ignorant to paly FETCH with me..aww..but no doubt shes a cute lil fuzzy fluffy =D. Great masta of the event was Michelle..and Dirty plan masta was your's truely..Des! Let the Dirt of all dirt n stinkies BEGIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;*psst* we had a lil sip on 3mixes whover looses the card game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Tequila,Baileys and Johnnie Walker Black Label (John was the victim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SmtqlDvAXaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yfiaelnO5qY/s320/P1040066.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362496966204874146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SmttrLFdIbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PxyZwLm8lOo/s320/P1040071.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; 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     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Bday Yap Ken Seng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-2085395658540879402?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/2085395658540879402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-card-just-turned-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/2085395658540879402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/2085395658540879402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-card-just-turned-21.html' title='Your Card Just Turned 21'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SmtqlDvAXaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yfiaelnO5qY/s72-c/P1040066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-2798315775215312326</id><published>2009-07-17T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:50:00.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>Story of a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/SmCcWNM1LCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9rVeVjKq6KY/s1600-h/katy-perry-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/SmCcWNM1LCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9rVeVjKq6KY/s320/katy-perry-22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359455461885422626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first look, she is just a pretty, rich and arrogant girl. But do not judge a book by its cover. She is a friendly and not arrogant girl. She gets along well with anyone. To me, she means a lot. By just seeing her smile will make even the darkest of my day shine at its brightest. She is a very popular girl in high school and even now in university. During the orientation week of university, her name is already known throughout the guys from junior to senior year. Me? I’m just a regular Joe who is only interested to crack a joke or two and pull pranks on my own circle of friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word love did not occur once in my head from my teen years until now when I meet her. Our meeting is a fated one where during our orientation; we were group into pairs to complete tasks as a welcoming tradition into university life. It was that time only I realize the word love. It was a love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then we became friends. We would go for meals together and would also share thoughts together.  She will usually tell me stories on guys trying to court her and also how she is not interested with them. Most of them are the senior guys students. Listening to her story make me feel sad and relieved at the same time as she is being courted but she rejected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends knew that I like her a lot. And every day they would make fun of me when she is around and at the same time tried to pull us together. They taught me a lot of things on courting girls as they knew I never courted any girls before. But all their effort would end up in vain all the time as I do not have the courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even her friends knew of me and they kind of liked me courting her and helped me in a lot of ways and would also end up the same. Just because I lacked courage, she in some way knew that I liked her. She didn’t avoid me like how she avoided other guys who tried to court her. There’s more than 10 occasions where I can confess my feelings towards her but it usually end up in me switching the topic to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She soon grew frustrated at my lack of courage and began to see me less albeit did not avoid seeing me. I tried my best to gather my courage but each time I just couldn’t gather them together. Then a year later, I was offered a course which really interests me but it requires me to go overseas. My university dean and lecturers asked me to go and take up that offer and I can continue my course back here when that course is due. Not many people were given the chance to attend that course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was to leave the very next week. And it took every single friend of mine including her by shock that I will leave. Most of my friends are reluctant to part ways with me. And soon on that day, all of my close friends, including her, sent me off at the airport. Then, something struck my mind and I hugged her really hard, and I confessed my feelings for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally got what she wants, and tears rolled down her cheeks.  We agreed to keep our relationship even if we are far apart. Before I went into the departure gate, I whispered to her that, the course will only last 6 months overseas and I will be back then. Upon hearing that, she gave me a punch and hugged me saying that she will miss me and I replied by saying that I will miss her too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/SmCcyOT8ovI/AAAAAAAAAFg/C0W9hmURAm4/s1600-h/love-picture-hug-couple-rain-orangeacid-love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/SmCcyOT8ovI/AAAAAAAAAFg/C0W9hmURAm4/s320/love-picture-hug-couple-rain-orangeacid-love1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359455943220044530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-2798315775215312326?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/2798315775215312326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-of-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/2798315775215312326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/2798315775215312326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-of-girl.html' title='Story of a girl'/><author><name>Edmund Yip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246958751522363740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/SmCcWNM1LCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9rVeVjKq6KY/s72-c/katy-perry-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-3857761869219309315</id><published>2009-07-16T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:00:06.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>For You I Will...</title><content type='html'>It has been 2 years since we parted our ways, one may say I’ve let it go and some may say I’m just cheating myself that I can let it go. It all depends on the individual’s view, but deep inside me I’ve already let it go although once in awhile I might feel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our courtship lasted 2 months and our relationship lasted 2 months. How ironic, all the 2’s. During the 2 months of our relationship we were very happy, we go on dates, stroll on the park, movies, shopping malls and meals together. That is a period of time my friends thought I neglected them until they realize that I’m in a relationship. They did not blame me, instead taught me a lot of things which I have know. But still, I appreciated their effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one day when she acted in a very funny way and avoiding me and so on. That night, I confronted her and she say she wanted to call off our relationship. The reason behind it is she wanted to concentrate on her studies which all my friends will say it’s a lie. I trusted her and we made a promise to be together again once she completed her studies which is 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During then, I still treat her as if she’s still in a relationship with me. I don’t know if she appreciated what I did and I did not expect anything from her. I even bought her a very expensive present for Valentine’s although we are not a couple. Then, she finished her studies but she failed 2 of her subjects. She asked me for more time which I gave her and she eventually passed. I did not ask her if she wanted to continue our relationship. After some time, she said she wanted to go elsewhere to work. This really breaks my heart, after waiting and now she said she wanted to go elsewhere to work while I’m still committed to my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I still choose to wait for her. And soon, we lost contact; I tried to call her but to no avail. One fine sunny day, she contacted my friend and asks him how everything is and so on. She even tells my friend that she is now in a relationship with another guy. Naturally my friend will tell me all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, a happy go lucky guy is lost in this world. All my friends consoled me and the hurt lasted for more than a year. And now I come to realize that, loving someone doesn’t necessarily being with the person. As long as the other person is happy, I will be happy. And slowly, the died happy go lucky guy is now slowly coming back to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-3857761869219309315?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/3857761869219309315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-you-i-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/3857761869219309315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/3857761869219309315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-you-i-will.html' title='For You I Will...'/><author><name>Edmund Yip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246958751522363740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-8272626681675291570</id><published>2009-07-13T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:06:01.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>The Sad Day in a student's life</title><content type='html'>The day started off normally as usual, it was a typical hot day in Kuala Lumpur. Everyone is advised to drink lots of H2O just to keep your body cool. But not everyone is doing that except me. A lot of my foreign friends will ask, why do i drink so much water? Why do you bring such a big bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will expect the day to end will pouring rain. Heavy shower, thunder storm, typhoon (kidding), strong wind blowing and tress fell. I'll leave the pictures do the talking..by the time the picture is taken, the rain isn't that heavy anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/SlswK0H6joI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bwLL2WxAtog/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/SlswK0H6joI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bwLL2WxAtog/s320/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357929144036003458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from ground floor of enterprise 3 in technology park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/SlswKnvQjrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RmPU4X9_pCs/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/SlswKnvQjrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RmPU4X9_pCs/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357929140711362226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing to sacrifice himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/SlswKDaBRJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_7jZabZ1wZQ/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/SlswKDaBRJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_7jZabZ1wZQ/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357929130958603410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from second floor of enterprise 3 in technology park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-8272626681675291570?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/8272626681675291570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad-day-in-students-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/8272626681675291570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/8272626681675291570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad-day-in-students-life.html' title='The Sad Day in a student&apos;s life'/><author><name>Edmund Yip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246958751522363740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/SlswK0H6joI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bwLL2WxAtog/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-3537285790205504840</id><published>2009-06-30T01:20:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:21:42.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The journey to the Hiiiigh-Lands..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now where should i start?So far as I know..I've been missin' outta the game fo sometime.Maybe perhaps the weather or maybe being lazy.Now that's a real lame excuse..hahahhahaa..and so..I b posting up a few missin' days of action by me and the group. There's a few several event goin' on and loads of craziness around town wit us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well,having the weather back to norm once in awhile,it's not so bad. But it's just not happenin' to all of us which of, it's still bloody HOT! What idea came across if the air conditionin' in your house does not help with much entertainment!? We head up to the place where we don't need to switch on any plugs or remote. To the Highlands!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to our great smart plans,we were to move out from small lil ipo at 0915hours but I had some errands to run up so, we made our way up at 1030hours. In the car we had Lil miss Emily all thrilled up and Ivan doin terrible things such as shouting,doin crackalacting jokes and snoozin! Jian Yao was the Dj fo the car!yipeee..somehow he skipped some of the nice songs, and hell there aint no hiphop that ends with good rhymes in that Ipod! But who cares...we just enjoy our way up with Debates goin on once in a while.hhahhahahhaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We reached Camerons at 1215hours and made a few trips to the loo and lookin' fo food. Drove all the way to Brinchang and settle down with a lil coolin walk there so the pictures go on from here. We had Ol' Steamy as well..just to fill up our tummys and some cameronian food on the way. Had lunch at 1330hours and skies looming with dark clouds not to mention it rained with the chillin wind. Had us all..Brrrr~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353590643083518530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SkvGU0nZIkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ggvu5IkbtBE/s320/beloved+sky+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cameron here we are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353735246311193474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SkxJ11nd-4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0FIJq_bNv7s/s320/well+prepared+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jian yao stoned and hungry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353735252654738578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SkxJ2NP4zJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_zOILCpaTZE/s320/ass+scrathcer+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lil adjusments won't hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353735261651739218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SkxJ2uw8IlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MvhJjj7ah0k/s320/bloomin+flower+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Flame of the Forest"..thanks Adrian Ooi fo that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didnt know if you had'nt tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it the BOOM BOOM KA PAH BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353735265769115554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SkxJ2-GmT6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/7b9-FLHcLIg/s320/peacock+flower+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Peacock liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353735270260251346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SkxJ3O1XmtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/v8QjzmOmMGc/s320/grapes+like+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Berries anyone!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354441105435582818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/Sk7L0Pw84WI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DwQ370uurV4/s320/cameronian+hills+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Up we are at BOH plantation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emily had her eyes and mouth wide OPEN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354441107083093170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/Sk7L0V5v5LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0rWv0F3vRUM/s320/block+of+wood+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a relevant shot at the chip of ol' block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354615116659397810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/Sk9qFCFrlLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/s8DCCs6HR2k/s320/the+dudes+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The dudes that walked and some..jogged up hill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354615124599119026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/Sk9qFfqqHLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TDC268SslVA/s320/the+jian+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm Thinkin~~~I'm..Thin'..Kin'... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354615130039294946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/Sk9qFz7sm-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/SsqGrq8FhVU/s320/smokey+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's a lil place you can consider easy livin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And so,here are all the journeys pictures well,definitly not all but It's what we really enjoyed the most and the rest is all bout eating to fill up our hungry growlin' tummy while we make our way back down Ipo. So,while the weathers hot and bored with what your doin!? Throw down hike it up to the Highlands and enjoy the scenes and nature there..I believe ya'll be openin your mouth 'til one of them flies enter ya'll would'nt notice. So heres to all of it..and cheers peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354469107958509938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/Sk7lSNSrcXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OYars6zVEHE/s320/groupie+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ivan,Emily,Des and Jian Yao.....June 27th 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF POST...and we reached Ipoh at 2100hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-3537285790205504840?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/3537285790205504840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/journey-to-hiiiigh-lands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/3537285790205504840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/3537285790205504840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/journey-to-hiiiigh-lands.html' title='The journey to the Hiiiigh-Lands..'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SkvGU0nZIkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ggvu5IkbtBE/s72-c/beloved+sky+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-7637450483161501531</id><published>2009-06-23T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:12:39.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moral'/><title type='text'>Understanding...The Fool</title><content type='html'>Next week it will be our 3rd anniversary together, I can't wait to surprise her with what I've planned. Thinking back, we’ve been through a lot of hardship only then we cherish our relationship a lot. Our relationship started before our final exam in high school. It started when I gather all my courage to ask her out to the library for study and date, I know, a bit stupid to date at the library, but heck this is students’ life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even during exam I asked her to the library and when there’s some time when we wanted to go for some breaks, we will walk around together. I confessed to her after our exam, it really stunned her that time and so that is the beginning of our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6 months since we started our relationship and the 3rd month we are in our college that a problem happened. It all began when a guy started to get close to her and dated her a few times without my knowledge. If she were to tell me that, I wouldn’t mind if she goes out with another guy once or twice. It was when a friend told me that only I knew she went out to movies with another guy. &lt;br /&gt;I acted normally when I learnt about it and I confronted her during a night out with her. She admitted that she went out with another and she claims that both of them do not have any special feelings towards each other. They went out like normal friends. I still did not believe her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that confrontation, everything changed and I began to get close to a few girls that tried to know me more. And I even went out with them on dates. It really hurt her badly when some of her friends told her that. Both of us had a big quarrel. And so that began our big cold war, we didn’t talk to each other and in class when we need to do some kind of question and answer, we will end up quarrelling. It lasted a month and during that period I stopped dating those girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us we actually mad at each other for nothing. I tried to make up with her and end up in vain. Though we didn’t break up, we don’t look like a couple either. It was when there’s a class trip to the beach that we made up. She went for a swim with her friends ignoring me at the seaside (The trip is actually planned by our friends for us to make up). The plan was actually for me to meet up with her during the night and give her flowers and apologize etc. But there’s a change of plan when she’s almost drowned while swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a good swimmer myself, knowing that she almost drown, I ignored the danger that I might face and I quickly jump into the water to save her (She was swimming alone at that time when her friends are tired). During the process, I was drowned as I’m not a good swimmer, luckily there’s lifeguard on duty and he saved both of us. My friends told me that after we were saved, I almost died from drowning and she did not have much problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rushed to the hospital, in the ambulance she accompanied me and her tears rolled down uncontrollably on the way to hospital. She realized how much I am willing to sacrifice for her. When I woke up, she was beside me, waiting for me to wake up. I was out cold for 3 days. When I see her beside only then I realize what a fool I’ve been for I’ve acted because of my jealousy. Both of us made up, albeit in a better way. From that day onwards, we learned to be truthful to each other and cherish our relationship more. Although I almost lost my life, i wouldn’t mind sacrificing my life just to save her because when I knew that she was drowned and was near death only then I realize how important she is to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-7637450483161501531?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/7637450483161501531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/understandingthe-fool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/7637450483161501531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/7637450483161501531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/understandingthe-fool.html' title='Understanding...The Fool'/><author><name>Edmund Yip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246958751522363740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-3250438146420486656</id><published>2009-06-16T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:39:25.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Products</title><content type='html'>T Shirt Designs....feel free to contact me at edmund88@gmail.com or dlkm17_17@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-3250438146420486656?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/3250438146420486656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/products.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/3250438146420486656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/3250438146420486656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/products.html' title='Products'/><author><name>Edmund Yip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246958751522363740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-226778038358651539</id><published>2009-06-14T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:35:48.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry.. Everything will be just fine.. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;a piece&lt;/span&gt; of advice &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;big brother&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Edmund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; is dedicated &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZ7ZvxXvn90&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZ7ZvxXvn90&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't write yourself off yet&lt;br /&gt;It's only in your head you feel left out or&lt;br /&gt;Looked down on.&lt;br /&gt;Just TRY your best, TRY everything you can.&lt;br /&gt;And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;It just takes some time,&lt;br /&gt;Little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything will be just fine, everything,&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you know they're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;You know you're doing better on your own, so don't buy in.&lt;br /&gt;Live right now.&lt;br /&gt;YouÂ´re just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;It just takes some time,&lt;br /&gt;Little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything will be just fine, everything,&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright, alright.&lt;br /&gt;It just takes some time,&lt;br /&gt;Little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything will be just fine, everything,&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't rite yourself off yet.&lt;br /&gt;It's only in your head you feel left out or&lt;br /&gt;Looked down on.&lt;br /&gt;Just do your best (just do your best), do everything you can (do everything you can).&lt;br /&gt;And don't you worry what their bitter hearts (bitter hearts) are gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;It just takes some time,&lt;br /&gt;Little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything will be just fine, everything,&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright, alright.&lt;br /&gt;It just takes some time,&lt;br /&gt;Little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything will be just fine, everything,&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-226778038358651539?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/226778038358651539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-worry-everything-will-be-just-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/226778038358651539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/226778038358651539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-worry-everything-will-be-just-fine.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry.. Everything will be just fine.. =)'/><author><name>crazyivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169815014186877647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-859581777693831170</id><published>2009-06-11T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:19:21.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Dance</title><content type='html'>Tears began to flow as I lay down trying to get to sleep. I have just received news that my girlfriend of 2 years died, victim of snatch theft. Two days ago we were still having fun and enjoying ourselves together to the theme park and the movies. And now, she's gone from me forever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her through a friend's party, both of us clicked together instantly when we were introduced. I started to date her the very next day, on our first date I brought her out to the theme park which will soon turn out to be the last place we will go together on our date. We enjoyed ourselves and she began to show affection towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We texted each other every night and i will call her once in awhile after our first date. Both of us is in our final year of our high school and will go to college soon. We did not have a second date until after our final exams. After our exams, I again dated her and this time i brought her to the beach and we stayed there until sunset enjoying the view of sunset together. It is at that time I confessed my love for her, It happened so sudden that she was shocked. She knew I liked her but didn't knew I would confess to her on our second date. From then, she agreed to be my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my friends said that we were the best couple, we did not quarrel, only small arguments that is resolved after the argument is over. Everywhere we went, happiness is there as both of our cheerfulness and laughter will make our friends forget their sadness. Both of us enjoyed life and thus we created the thinking of smile always no matter what happen and laugh away all our sadness and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought her home one day to meet my parents and relatives, all of them liked her a lot as she will help out with the dishes even though she's just there for a short while. My nephew and niece would love to play with her whenever she's there. As for her family, they too liked me. i would help her father repair house things as I would do at my own house as well as my relatives' and also helped her siblings with their homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went well for 2 years, we went to the same college but different course. it was on that fateful weekend that she wanted me to bring her to the theme park that we went to on our first date. She rarely asked me to bring her to places and only I decide to bring her where to go. Hearing her request, I brought her to the theme park and we enjoyed ourselves. After that, we went for a movie and also a candle light dinner at a nice restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent her home after dinner, I walked her to her house doorstep and we kissed and hugged each other. She went into her house and I walked back to my car. That night i called her and we had a long chat on the phone, we talked and fantasized about our future together, we did not meet up the next day as both of us is not free. In them orning and afternoon we still texted each other and it was until night time that news broke out to me that she died. She went out to buy some stuff. When she got out from her car, a snatch thief ran and grabbed her bag and pushed her. The reason for her death was excessive bleeding after she fell down being pushed by snatch theft. A lot of people helped her out and eventually the snatch thief is caught. But she can't make it to the hospital. I can never hear her laughter anymore from now on. And all of us will miss her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: This story is dedicated to the victim of snatch theft and also the boyfriends of their deceased girl friend who is the victim of snatch thief. I pray and hope that there will no longer be any death caused by snatch theft. To the victim, life is more important that your LV or Prada. Let go or do not bring out your handbags, keep important documents and money in your pocket. I personally witness a snatch theft case in front of me and yet I can't do anything to help the poor lady, it was lucky she did not get hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-859581777693831170?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/859581777693831170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/859581777693831170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/859581777693831170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-dance.html' title='The Last Dance'/><author><name>Edmund Yip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246958751522363740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-5321860999396808804</id><published>2009-06-11T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:31:40.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a woman missed her shark fin</title><content type='html'>During one of our DIE meeting session, YB Des posted a link to a video which made all of the other MPs laugh out loud and here i am to share with you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: don't drink water or eat when u watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Im7W1AnDmgA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Im7W1AnDmgA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-5321860999396808804?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/5321860999396808804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-woman-missed-her-shark-fin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/5321860999396808804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/5321860999396808804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-woman-missed-her-shark-fin.html' title='When a woman missed her shark fin'/><author><name>Edmund Yip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246958751522363740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-78101596340771739</id><published>2009-06-10T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:38:22.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blind Man</title><content type='html'>I was lying down on my bed listening to the radio one night, the radio station began playing love songs and to my surprise, the station DJ played a love song that brought me a lot of memories both happy and sad. It's a song that reminds me of a girl whom i fall in love with, but it's a mistake for me to fall for her. It made me look like a blind man.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began when i bump into this girl in college, she's very good looking and happy all the time. At first i didn't have a chance to know her, i tried a lot of method to get myself to know her but it all ended up in vain. Finally there's a chance for me to know her and it was through a friend. I chatted with her and soon we exchanged contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm known as a gentleman among my friends, helping people out and so on. And I recently just recovered from my previous relationship which is my first love and also it took me quite a long time to recover. Till now I still didn't know the reason for the failure of my previous relationship even so i managed to get it over and moved on with my life when I found this girl, she gave me hope, whenever I'm out of ideas and when she's beside me(after i knew her) I will get the inspiration for ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time she's in a relationship with a guy, their relationship isn't that good from what I heard from her. And every time she rant in front of me, deep down inside my heart I will feel sad and wished that she's mine. But verbally I will tell her to bear with it and try to make up with her boy, I don't want to break other people's relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, she broke up with her boyfriend and she's hurt deeply from that. Their relationship lasted 2 years. She did not eat well and sleep well, every night she would cry and would talk to me. She did not show up in college for a week after the break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried consoling her and everything, and soon she regained herself. Both of us got closer and we went out for lunch and movies together. But both of it is not all the time and only once in a while as she mostly go out with her friends. All of my actions towards her bring a lot of signs indicating that i liked her and wanted to care for her. But still she didn't showed any signs. I did not gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that she did not reply much of my messages nor calls. Our calls only lasted awhile and not unlike last time. And I see her going out with another guy. This gave me a big blow and all of my friends and hers know that I wanted to court her. Her friends' even tried to help us to be together as the guy she's dating is well known to be a playboy. After sometime, she confessed that she's with that guy and thus made all my effort hopeless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I tried to recover again, though this time the wound isn't that deep. Not long I heard that her relationship with that guy ended in just over 2 months, this time she didn't find me nor her friends for comforting words.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-78101596340771739?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/78101596340771739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/blind-man_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/78101596340771739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/78101596340771739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/blind-man_10.html' title='The Blind Man'/><author><name>Edmund Yip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246958751522363740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-288054024763927230</id><published>2009-06-01T03:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T05:26:52.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unplanned Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you feel the fun if you were to plan things ahead and go for it? Or would you rather had something much more adventerious by having things unplanned and see the wide open skies ahead without knowing where you are or what you're gonna do next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well,our friend Ivan here seems to be enjoyin the sights,sounds and view of this trip by NOT KNOWIN what we are doin fo next. And so, let me tell ya'll what you will not expect in this trip. We slept kinda late on that night,when i was busy bloggin the part where Ivan conquered my bed and me snoopin round fo trouble. The next day woke up at 0815hours,obviously were late for the 0900hours train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So,reach the train station bout 0840hours, and guess what the ticket usher was there to be slackin on her job. Causin' total long queue and dissapointment to me that the last call of the train was being whistled! Luckily 'nuff a guard was there to ask me am I boarding the 0900hours train? And i said 'yes?' So got my ticket by jumpin' queue and hell,whistle blown and trains moving leavin' Ivan runnin onto it,and i only have 01ticket in my hand. What the heck...only 01 ticket for 01 passenger and it was superior seat as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only luck can svae us now. Either we get down from the other side of the station or sit and hide throuhout the journey. I know this is real shit and it aint funny at all. But stories on the train yet bout to start. Ivan was smart nuff to hold onto the ticket and punched it by the ticket usher as he came. Leavin me,smart ideas to give and excuse. Brains stormin' fo' good ol excuse on it and, Ivan's pushin the pressure on and on. So here goes the "lame " excuse i made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Usher: Sir,ticket mana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Des: Er, sir just now i came and bought my ticket for 2 but she game me only 1,how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Usher: why you only got 1ticket and still board the trian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Des: It was a lng queue and she was "day dreamin" her way to work. loads of peeps complaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ivan: yea..yea...betul betul..long queue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Usher: Did you pay for your seat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Des:Er..yea i did. Change gave back to me was Rm14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;(i got my change back by only Rm32 cause she gave me 1seat per person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Usher: Correct huh, but this is not your place.This is econ's class Go back there.&lt;br /&gt;Des: OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so, we change to a higher class than econ's class. Felt a lil relief that he took that sotry for real. Somehow lucks stillhangin onto our shoulders. This time he came back and checked it again. Leavin me speechless fo theres no ticket on me and a guy was on my seat but it is not. He checked it again, and had us put to the back...Superior class,Alas! wider seats,better view and a much more comfy space. Believe me this is not how things should go. Ivan was there pressin the pressure button on me and i came up with such a crazy ass excuse. Fuhh~we sat the whole journey like Kings on our way to Promise Land.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahhahahahhahahhahahhaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We chatted and took pics while on our way and no hassle,no interfearence at our seats. Sleeping and slanting our legs on both chairs?Not a problem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342082005714141490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SiLjR9eZATI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OvpXDo-dB7s/s320/me+on+train+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me,smiling on ol luck and gazin at the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342081997435091394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SiLjReogucI/AAAAAAAAADw/E556G1uy9Bg/s320/ivan+n+ticket+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cost of a superior seat...Rm9 per person. Was it worth it?Hell Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342082010196693490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SiLjSOLHUfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FmdRoSpZIjo/s320/speed+train+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The train leaves us and we are here in Kay Ell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here we are, we rach Kl and we got our way to the monorail. A word of adivce,an unplanned vacation will alwys turn out to be something you gotta be prepared for sometimes. Like missing the wrong turnings of a monorail or missing the worng exits. Apparently,we were so atracted by the nice view of girls that are boarding the monorail till we forgot to get down on our exit to Bukit Jalil. LOL...Rm 1.40 for the whole trip in that monorail till the train cargo bay. Imagine that trip of sittin in there and laughin our asses off. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nuff on that mistakes and excuses we made and as well as the unplanned things. Time for a lil fun and excitements in Kl. We went to Bukit Bintang to hunt for food and guess what, we had Carl's Junior.(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pics will be uploaded soon cause of hunger we ate and chunk it all like Vikings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Imagine America's burger compared to our local side walk burgers,unbeatable. It's so huge that we garble on it and had our tummy's full without having dinner at the right time. Not to mention,our crack head here Ivan, was complainin too dead big fo him to eat another course. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahhahahhahahhahaha.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After that tasty burger,we head out fo a lil stroll round Sunway Pyramid, guess whoe we stumble upon to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342082013684800802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SiLjSbKvnSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Xcux3o9IZw4/s320/ivan+ful+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ivan,lookin at Carl's Junior..almsot killed him fo being too full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342095077479319186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SiLvK1mEhpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OTMdY_K-u3o/s320/transformers+2+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bumble Bee and Optimus!They sorta ran outta protien shakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that stroll we headed down back to our place of slumber! Big Ed's crib. Rest and slept till 1900hours. Then head on out to Bukit Bintang. Searchin fo dinner and some entertainment. But We stumbleed upon some local rhastafarians and a locaol aboriginal dude making some good noises and had the whole street eyeing on them. Imagine the crowd cheering and taking pics of em. Playin tunes that had the blacks,the Khazaks and even other foreigners dancing onto their beats and blow tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342082019062742050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SiLjSvM8fCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sFiGNVn0nJw/s320/Rhastafarians+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The local rhastafarians and the long pipe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,this trip just aint nothing but enjoying life and indulgin some of the views that we stumbled upon. Lik the cool dudes playing tunes,hookers runnin round looking fo horny customers and as well as cab drivers making side incomes by asking us 'Taxi or girl??" Well if e had both in it,who does'nt wanna have a ride in there then!?hahahhahaha...Ivan was stonin' on that trip as we did'nt really had much of a sleep and..i was stoned right after this night of entertainments and sight seeings. Big Ed,was kind nuff to rbing us round to enjoy the rides and shoppings. Thanks dude. This is all from me and the rest of the disasterous things our crack head been to..it's up to him to tell. We reached back safely to ol Ipoh on the next day and...look onto the bright side, expect the unexpected when ya'll wanna go on a a trip like this. Much more fun i tell ya'll,enjoyed and like the "idead" by Ivan. Cheers mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-288054024763927230?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/288054024763927230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/unplanned-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/288054024763927230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/288054024763927230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/06/unplanned-plans.html' title='The Unplanned Plans'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/SiLjR9eZATI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OvpXDo-dB7s/s72-c/me+on+train+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-2001997767856708647</id><published>2009-05-29T04:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:39:17.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Off the map and grid plans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, apparently were havng sem breaks and stuff..stayin in 1 place is just not so helping at all. Inface me and my dudes were rottin'. Some,headed down on hectic lil Kay Ell to do some crazy stunts,some just went on a lil cruising with their parents,and some just hang back and rather enjoy ipoh life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's funny though, that if you were given a chance to visit a friend or to go on a holiday with your buddies,there furhest the better. Sounds amazin that we had a plan written all over our face that we wanna head down to Penang fo some indulging Penang food. Who knows,it didnt turn out as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chattin our nights away,and planin there we are. Leavin me and Ivan alone. Plan on a trip down to hectic Kay Ell. Payin ol visit to Big Ed. And between that chats,action took place without thinkin. Lik General Custer would say "We act 1st then only Think".Not the best way to the job but despreate times like these,they help....ALOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The time now is 0418hours,and Ivan is snoozin nicely on my bed. Conquering most of the space and so i blog. Waitin fo the time to be on 0745hours,we b heading down the train..nothing beats ol fashion coock-a-chooch steamy! So,wait up and get updates on this crazy-A plan that we all had. Perhaps one day if we be havin kids of or own,could be a bed time story how'd your daddy made the most craziest nut plan with his buddy on a way for a lil trip. peace ya'll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340976077833898770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/Sh71cfEmCxI/AAAAAAAAADo/zuUgEd3E1G8/s320/me+blog+ivan+sleep+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me on the bloggin..Ivan onto snoozin 0435hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-2001997767856708647?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/2001997767856708647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-1-off-map-and-grid-plans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/2001997767856708647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/2001997767856708647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-1-off-map-and-grid-plans.html' title='Day 1: Off the map and grid plans.'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/Sh71cfEmCxI/AAAAAAAAADo/zuUgEd3E1G8/s72-c/me+blog+ivan+sleep+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-5694608431091810917</id><published>2009-05-26T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:26:41.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes the mood</title><content type='html'>There is goes again..it's bored and nothing but the dam heat,plus it aint lik being in Miami,hot and sunny and chicks runnin,skating wild in their bikinis. Least in the late evenin it rained and yea..aint got no ball game cause mother nature was busy pourin down the court as well. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been frustrated and felt shitty these days. Don't ask me why. Cause i don't wanna know it myself either. But hey, peeps said that music can beat that shittyness outta ya. And so i came up with a nice station where it fits my head and that anger,frust,rage,disturbance and a lil killin on it by tunin onto an online radio station. It aint Mix.fm or Lite.fm or Hitz.fm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I go for Fear.fm &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahhahahahhaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hell the name seemed scary!?? NO! It's all hard trance and though I aint a fan of this sorta shufflin n stuff...but the beats and all really entertained me and had my imaginations runnin on some of the peeps I hated danchin n scufflin like a mad ass monkey! It comes with 3types of trance. Either way ya'll could go for Hard,Harder or Hardest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*DANCE YOU RED ASS CHIMP!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And so, if ya'll havin these sorta symptoms like i do...go tune up and tryna have a GO at it...blast that RM 600 speakers ya'll jsut bought from Pc fair or any other outlets you had. So enjoy it and devour it...if it does'nt help ya'll can call a toll free number 1-800-call-for-help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AHAHAHHAHAHHA...was just joking on that number..go get out have a ball to pressure on or head out drink,drive,watch a movie or something if this does'nt help. Aight,im outta here..peace ya'll and enjoy that beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fear.fm/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 408px;" alt="" src="http://images.aboutus.org/images/thumb/f/ff/Logo-fearfm-nl.jpg/400px-Logo-fearfm-nl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-5694608431091810917?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/5694608431091810917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-goes-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/5694608431091810917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/5694608431091810917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-goes-mood.html' title='There goes the mood'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-5052359323587108787</id><published>2009-05-25T15:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:18:25.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>I think i outght to make some different post and here i am, posting a joke i found in a forum...this oughta make your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop Policy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man wanders into a shop and asks the lady behind the counter for some dog food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you have a dog?” she questions. “Yes,” replies the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well where is he?” she requests. “He’s at home.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I’m sorry,” says the saleswoman, “I can’t sell this dog food to you unless I see your dog. It’s store policy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgruntled, the man leaves, then returns the next day, this time for cat food. “Do you have a cat?” she asks. The man nods his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well where is he?” the lady says. “He’s at home,” replies the man. “Well I’m sorry,” comes the response, “ but I can’t sell you this cat food unless I see your cat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man saunters off once again, only to return once again this time bringing a sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s in the sack?” Asks the lady. “Is it the cat?” “Put your hand inside and see for yourself,” suggests the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmmm, it’s warm and moist. What is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’d like to buy some toilet roll, please…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funny picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/ShpTdH1QqjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vfL88AgVSmY/s1600-h/840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/ShpTdH1QqjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vfL88AgVSmY/s320/840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339672067984894514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/ShpTdJrlhfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Qud4w4KkmXg/s1600-h/841.jpg"&gt; -&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/ShpTdJrlhfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Qud4w4KkmXg/s320/841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339672068481189362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/ShpTdRv7g0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3IaN-Fcvxow/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/ShpTdRv7g0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3IaN-Fcvxow/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339672070646891330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/ShpTdpwRuPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aRZFMK4OHvY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/ShpTdpwRuPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aRZFMK4OHvY/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339672077090797810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-5052359323587108787?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/5052359323587108787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/shop-policy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/5052359323587108787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/5052359323587108787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/shop-policy.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>Edmund Yip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246958751522363740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GUhtXZL5xkE/ShpTdH1QqjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vfL88AgVSmY/s72-c/840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-7656658657491486456</id><published>2009-05-24T15:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:31:12.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel it burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;These days its been sorta hot and well,the sun seems to be scorchin' us like it's a full time barbeque time. And so, it was a hot day and indeed a very very sweaty day for all of us. Times like this is where we all get lazy and just wanna put down whatever things in our hands and drop it and sleep or lazy to blog like me as well. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339296632937021970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/Shj9_7SmghI/AAAAAAAAACg/AfG_ipR5On4/s320/kuma+n+me+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339296634529229266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/Shj-ABONqdI/AAAAAAAAACo/lz0dXhOxaKU/s320/the+group+study+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rajan:i was born smart but edu spoiled me&lt;br /&gt;kamal:macha..wolverine boring la,how bub?!&lt;br /&gt;kuma:jo,saya pun tak tau la..nangis saja la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was a last day of exam papers to the diploma studs, and some of us will be planin a getaway,some will just wanna write as fast as possible just to head on home to sleep or do whatever they wanna do. Some will go for a drinkin spree with their buddies and have loads of jokes to knock em out. Indeed it was a way to do so and we all are havin it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339298893426752802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShkADgRWfSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BEFv7ILEqG4/s320/thinkin+or+gazin+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmmm..what to do...what to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339298901479862226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShkAD-RXL9I/AAAAAAAAADA/gmOtzGnnEfY/s320/smoker+copy.jpg" /&gt;to burn or not to burn that dam paper??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me i head onto college just to have a hang out and to settle down some unpaid bills. Sunway's a lil imaptient for my signature on that piece of check it seems(i was just crappin hahahhahaha). So, had several boredness and some laughable moment and loads of pics taken. Guess what Michelle was there,aint we all glad to shoutout her name "Choo Choo" when we see her!?!?ahahhahahahhhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339298893219376754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShkADff6LnI/AAAAAAAAACw/hH7pL3_JRpA/s320/choo+choos+finger+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;choo choo..and her golden finger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we on it, we had subway from our fellow buddy, Edmund which drove to Kay El frm 0830 hours to 1700 hours. Me and Ivan indulge on that big piece of 1foot long turkey breast cheese sandwhich. Fuyoh Fuyoh...hahahhahahhaa...Check out Ivan,grippin and munchin on it like its Buffet time! Thanks Ed fo the subways,native nuff for us to eat it now though we know it long time...hahahhahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339301825696092514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShkCuL010WI/AAAAAAAAADI/X2l5BSb6f38/s320/the+1foot+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339301835271036354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShkCuvfr3cI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uNN634VB3gY/s320/the+turkey+ham+baked+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;signature bread,cheese,turkey breast,ham,fresh cut tomatoes,pickles,and whole lottsa crunchy vege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339301838903117586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShkCu9BpBxI/AAAAAAAAADY/JiIiiNC1hTM/s320/the+subway+face+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ivan and his subs..*NGAUM!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339301845346921506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShkCvVB9rCI/AAAAAAAAADg/neLcINrgd_I/s320/wipe+off+tat+smirk+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*thumbs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-7656658657491486456?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/7656658657491486456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/feel-it-burn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/7656658657491486456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/7656658657491486456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/feel-it-burn.html' title='Feel it burn'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/Shj9_7SmghI/AAAAAAAAACg/AfG_ipR5On4/s72-c/kuma+n+me+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-5555243222768609847</id><published>2009-05-23T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:42:36.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smile With No Reason</title><content type='html'>It all began when i was sitting down trying to revise, I had a smile on my face and i didn't realize i have been smiling on my own for the past 1 hour and also staring at my study slides. When i began to realize i was smiling, i keep on thinking why the heck am i smiling when i'm suppose to be studying. It is then i realize i was thinking of you. Yes, i know that you are no longer single and available but yet i still think of you. It's not illegal to think of anyone even if they are no longer single and available. My mind kept on telling me not to think. Yet, i still ignore those warnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back, I had a girl who is good at everything, not to say very good though, and i myself is an average looknig guy. We had wonderful times together. i treated her well from trying please her when she's feeling down or feeling angry and to try to fit time to be with her even when i'm busy. Everyone thought that we will last forever but then we didn't make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 3 weeks of our relationship ended in me getting a deep scar that is etched within my heart, i found out that she was cheating on me by going out with another guy who is very good looking, they were seen holding hands and hugging by a few friends of mine. I confronted her and she deny everything saying it was all lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgave her. I called her out one night but she say she's not feeling well. Hearing this i would say 'Do you want me to come over?', as she stays alone in a rented room. She's away from her hometown to study. She say she will be fine and she wants to rest. I defied what she said and went to her house. When i reached, she's not in her room so i asked her housemates and they say she went out to the mall. So i set out to the mall, believe it or not, once i step into the mall, i saw her with my very own eyes, very healthy and holding hands with another guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't confront her this time, instead, feeling down i went for drinks with friends and told them what i saw. Everyone who knew me and her will know that i treated her well though we had small arguments once in a while. My friends advised me to let go. I went home that night and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next morning i woke up and went to college like normal,I will fetch her to college every morning, on that morning she treated me unusually well. She gave me a morning kiss and hug when she saw me. During lunch she waited for me instead of me wait on which i usually wait for her. But then, on our journey back from the college in the evening i told her this will be the last time we will have such journey and also the end of our relationship. She broke out and asked me why, i didn't mention anything about what i saw last night and i told her it's because of some personal reason. She wanted me to hug her and kiss her like i always do, but i didn't and just bade her good bye. Once i got away from her place, tears began rolling down my eyes, a girl cheated on me yet i pretend to end the relationship as if it's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from her housemates she cried for a few nights because of me ending the relationship and that the guy she's seen holding hands with is a con man. She knew about it on the night i saw them holding hands and she stopped seeing him since then. But then it's too late to repent and i got on with my life albeit still hurt. And she finish her short course from the college and i never heard from her since except when a friend told me she's going with another guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: this is a story that is not true. But it's also a lesson for guys and gals out there on a relationship, trust ur partners but not too much and find out more if there's any rumours and not make fast and harsh decision and you will end up like the guy and gal in the story. If the guy did not make such decision then he will still be happily with the girl and also if the girl isn't greedy for getting nice looking guy, she will not lose a caring guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-5555243222768609847?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/5555243222768609847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/smile-with-no-reason.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/5555243222768609847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/5555243222768609847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/smile-with-no-reason.html' title='A Smile With No Reason'/><author><name>Edmund Yip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08246958751522363740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-1638879883017967964</id><published>2009-05-18T04:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:41:03.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day of...(you put it in yourselves)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well...on the Friday it was a day where we all are excited,nervous,scared,anxious,and yet of course blur if i may put it in word as well. There's presentation for the business studs and usual, we hav groups like Ivan and his mates,along the crazy antics and as well as other groups that are less entertainin but rather educational. A lil science project on stage would'nt hurt so much. Grand openings, pouring of the dry ice making it seems like its Heineken Grand Gala, some hittin ice like it's the end of the ice age. Awesome ideas flow in and great minds put together to have something unique among others. Such college students..brilliant just brilliant. I gotta admit that there were dance performances as well done by Kam Seng and his group. Beatboxin...well it includes into some other groups performances yet it was aight...hey giv some credts to the guy who blows the mic and tickin and tockin on it..*applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And some had to get onto their assignments and rush em for deadlines. Designing studs seems to be in a bad shape but somehow we overcame it...by burnin "The Great Big Oil Lamp" powere giler it seems. Interior on the other hand, had models. As i say models,they aren't live..sexy girls or guys models, but furniture, shop lots, boutique and as well as a shopping mall models. Talking bout the lil details they gotta implant into...hard and sweat work. Now, the day seems to be pleasing and weathers just being shiny in the afternoon..darn tat and darn the earth of which ever hole was opened by some constrcution worker. temperature could just cook a scrammble egg on yer car roof. Imagine were all wearin formal and slacks. You could sense the sweat rollin down to where ever lines u had.hahaahhaha...*smack on d head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On that day, our fellow mate Zhen Yang bought a brand new &lt;strong&gt;Canon EOS 500D.. 15.1 MP CMOS sensor Full HD (1080p) movies High ISO up to 12800 for low-light conditions 3.4fps with up to 170 JPEG burst 3.0” Clear View LCD with Live View mode 9-point AF system DIGIC 4 EOS Integrated Cleaning System EF/EF-S and EX Speedlite compatibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aint that something,plus we had pictures of the event itself and some crazy ass moments on that bloody heaty afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, do enjoy the pics and yet of course CONGRATULATIONS to all the business students on their wonderful presentations as well as the awesome videos and beatboxin,dancing and lil lab rat experiment there. They are cool and unique in a way that we all had our own signature in our work. And would like to extend a Thank You to Francis on his vid and givin the oppotunity in workin with them on the designs and idea pourin moments. So,this is all and...enjoy..peace ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336899139494861026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShB5fcOt2OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JiEtMRbOHSM/s320/franc+and+his+bottle+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336899141237309698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShB5fiuJgQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nY_ku2uLFAg/s320/mervin+kuma+and+karti+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336899146235161410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShB5f1Vuq0I/AAAAAAAAABA/ceFzBdrBcSc/s320/thats+the+product+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336899153013621650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShB5gOl1w5I/AAAAAAAAABI/RI38cAWm0oE/s320/lil+lion+roars+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336899152347122418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShB5gMG7yvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PopzR_aDT6Q/s320/siva+out+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337062305190089890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShEN47z7lKI/AAAAAAAAABY/ypamktHFUME/s320/craker+head+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337173661718642594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShFzKvNPf6I/AAAAAAAAABg/bbsIOBjOjBc/s320/the+crowd+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8541223506798457632-1638879883017967964?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/1638879883017967964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-day-ofyou-put-it-in-yourselves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/1638879883017967964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/1638879883017967964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-day-ofyou-put-it-in-yourselves.html' title='What A Day of...(you put it in yourselves)'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/ShB5fcOt2OI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JiEtMRbOHSM/s72-c/franc+and+his+bottle+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-2757826400805942334</id><published>2009-05-13T06:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:58:08.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birds chirpin'..suns yet to rise..musics on..heads temporaly tempted.</title><content type='html'>the time tells it all and it is now 6.37am...good mornin ya'll and guess what...birds chirpin and things went just the way it should be right now at the moment. Guess ya'll are not awake yet at this time..hahahhahhaa..but theres just a few things been up in my head and it runs all day long but could'nt make the choice to do it or not to do it. It's funny though...but somehow a few of my fellow buddies hav come to me with great ideas and it is time to take it nor to take it. 1st there is backpackin down to malacca but then somehow..money's a problem..not to mention the company is great havin Ivan there as a crack head and load things up the mood.Big Ed was there as well if we were to go,but aint sure on the planin's and itinery yet.hahahhhaa..This is gone be fun.&lt;br /&gt;As so i was talkin bout this plan that i had in mind which keeps me runnin and i cant sleep at the mean time..maybe later ya'll be noticing dead man walkin in the college lobby. =D Were planin to come up witha  few graphic tee designs as in graphical designs which consist of thing which ya'll cant get out there in the market nor any shoppin malls. And,well theres a few selective we've chosen and soon to b released. If ya'l are interested these tees gone b out by us and were handling it by MOQ(mass order quantities). Not to mention COD(cash on delivery as well), hey these designs are original and there aint no cpopyrights to any other sutffs. So when they're released...come get some! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-2757826400805942334?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/2757826400805942334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/birds-chirpinsuns-yet-to-risemusics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/2757826400805942334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/2757826400805942334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/birds-chirpinsuns-yet-to-risemusics.html' title='birds chirpin&apos;..suns yet to rise..musics on..heads temporaly tempted.'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-2906549643407102570</id><published>2009-05-11T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T04:14:21.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams and Due dates and a whole lotta college life</title><content type='html'>Well, exam weeks cmin up and loads of good ol student gettin nervouse on their things not to mention business student are piled up agiants the launch of their own products. Believe me it's the finest thing u ever wanna see them do with such knowledge in it and theres gone be loads of jokes,dissin' and pissin' and dealin' to do.Graphic student are facing deadlines where they be seeing tons of pressure up in their art works...including me..and im devastated by it. But hey look on the brighter side of the town...we're still sittin our asses on it..ahhhahahhaa...Acca student got exams cmin up and yet they're burnin' that oil up. Well seems like our college life here is just being that plaine though exams cmin' up, due dates runnin' outta time and lecturers chasing and drivin our minds go wild,yet we still can be enjoyin ourselves by watchin' movies in theaters. cheers to all..hahahhaha..amen to our own courses and kudos to the lecturers for pile drivin us! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-2906549643407102570?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/2906549643407102570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-and-due-dates-and-whole-lotta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/2906549643407102570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/2906549643407102570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-and-due-dates-and-whole-lotta.html' title='Exams and Due dates and a whole lotta college life'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541223506798457632.post-2269811557026256850</id><published>2009-04-25T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:47:49.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who..What..and Where we are from</title><content type='html'>Supps ya'll...i guess this b the 1st post that i b postin it on tis blg and well apparently theres not much of an introduction frm us...cuz...if i tell ya'l who we all and where we at or what we all are gone b...i think u guys b hearin news and lil birds b flyin to tell ya'll who we at. Yes,we are from Sunway College Ipoh and yesh...v do damage in there...but no matter what we do...we just keep the whole neighbourhood lovin us at. Now..without further or do...let me introduce ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Desmond i guess ya'll know me fo those who know me...and fo those who don't know...well...im all what ya'll can get comfy with...hahahhahahhaa...hey...where me love at?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres Ivan...the guy who be gangts wanna be and yes...he's your #1 fantasy playa...but he just be cute at the corner there so lil guys and gurls..don't be shy with him as he can get all cuddly with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the guy that brought us all together we hav Edmund or Big Ed...the big brother that we all be respectin and most of all...you don't wanna hav em messin wit ya coz...his interlectual IT brains...better than what ya'll so called handphones.hahahhahaha....hey....he's all friendly hahhahahhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John the drummer boy...that makes noise go parum parum pum pum...aight..he's a talented guy which ever intrumental items lands on em...he b blowing or strummin or...jammin or bangin..so..don't just look by the physic or nuthin...he's all beef there...designer as well..but on the other way...a marketer...LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now shuffles and dance moves...this guy is all rounder..but aint up fo battle coz...he be all holy at that no neighbour wanna argue no more...so...Mr.Ken...sounds more like an assasinators name but..hes good as well...so there be gone the nice lil gang here..aint a black gang but a good ones that b doin some good shit to ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the introductions here nuff said so wait up fo the nex cmin thing up aight..peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541223506798457632-2269811557026256850?l=die-co.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/feeds/2269811557026256850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/04/whowhatand-where-we-are-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/2269811557026256850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541223506798457632/posts/default/2269811557026256850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://die-co.blogspot.com/2009/04/whowhatand-where-we-are-from.html' title='Who..What..and Where we are from'/><author><name>demondes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05388301304300045477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oDxRgLNkYDE/S5FTHEDqfcI/AAAAAAAAARE/BxDAeUdLQIU/S220/March+starts+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
