<?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-8582106441434228249</id><updated>2012-03-21T18:51:24.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conan's candid cannon</title><subtitle type='html'>a place where where i would describe wat i do every single second of my day, wat shampoo i use, wat song i sing in the bathroom and etc etc.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-1931186209324070038</id><published>2010-03-03T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T02:11:09.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workaholic?</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to think I'm a workaholic looking at how things have gone by this year. Besides my masters' classes for 3 subjects and my part-time work as a research assistant, I'm also continuing my Japanese from where I left off in level 1 as well as constantly looking for free talks to attend. In short, I've been trying to put in effort on self-improvement and productivity which I have a lot to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with my masters being night classes on 3 days only, I am spared a lot of free time to think about everything and anything with clear mind which would be a luxury in the hectic lifestyle of a degree student. I would say that I have a good control of my life this time around with a lot less distractions of, again, a degree student. The eagerness to be ahead of time really pushes me to do a lot of things ahead of schedule to the extent that I read up on the topic before the lecturer teaches the lesson or look for further academic errands to do during my free time. I mean, I've never really done that before this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to my free time that I really have nothing to do to pass time, I end up asking myself whether I'm such a workaholic who has no hobbies other than football. The way some people see it, it's nerdy. But I'd never categorize myself as a nerd because I don't really get the best of results with the effort I put in. Not trying to say its unfair, but probably the limitation of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, I'd like to think the way my dad (or my dad's generation) thinks. At our age, they don't get the chances to do things that we youngsters get to do these days. Instead, they worked very hard to improve themselves academically and they really develop the never-say-die attitude in life considering the hardship they went through during their generation. Today, many people say they are just not good in studies and they are just not cut out to be a student like its too easy to say it. They are more interested in mixing around with friends and enjoy doing fun things. If you ask my dad what he thinks about these people, he'd definitely say its bullshit. (Can or cannot) and (want or don't want) is what differenciates people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I don't want to talk like an empty can, I do hope one day I can be very successful and then look back on those people who talked about the hard life they have without initiative and laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-1931186209324070038?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/1931186209324070038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=1931186209324070038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/1931186209324070038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/1931186209324070038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2010/03/workaholic.html' title='Workaholic?'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-5036260874786319117</id><published>2010-01-15T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:00:53.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darron Gibson's number has a new owner, who is a pure Man Utd blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/S1CCorAag4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ie5y4AfDw0c/s1600-h/ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/S1CCorAag4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ie5y4AfDw0c/s400/ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426981186232288130" 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/8582106441434228249-5036260874786319117?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/5036260874786319117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=5036260874786319117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5036260874786319117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5036260874786319117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2010/01/darron-gibsons-number-has-new-owner-who.html' title='Darron Gibson&apos;s number has a new owner, who is a pure Man Utd blood'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/S1CCorAag4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ie5y4AfDw0c/s72-c/ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-583894274994700233</id><published>2009-12-21T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:59:02.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post again</title><content type='html'>Things have been going well for me of late as I can see the light at the end of the tunnel now. The feeling of having a clear sense of path or direction in life is great, in contrast with the painful wait for my degree result in october when I was full of question marks of what path of life my eventual result will take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working as a part-time research assistant with my masters due to start in january and I will have sufficient time to study for my society exams as well since the classes are night sessions. It's like a new life and I'm kinda excited to kickoff the new year. Career, to a man, means everything to his pride. Ask yourself, what's your value?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I've always have a dilemma in my approach to life. Which would you prefer, try your best and be positive in life, or try your best and be negative and expect the worse result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My approach is the latter and from experience, it comes with nightmarish pressure and stress although the results are there sooner or later. During my previous preparations for my last degree finals and exam FM, for example, I got over-stressed to the extent that I fell sick on both occasions. The bright side of this approach is that I'm always critical of my own performance however sufficient it is and I was never satisfied with what I have done, which paves the way for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you tried your best but expect the worse result, imagine the euphoria when the result turned out to be a good one. It's a joy. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/Sy8AhT3Jm_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/_29xzNDHsvc/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/Sy8AhT3Jm_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/_29xzNDHsvc/s400/image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417549449017269234" 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/8582106441434228249-583894274994700233?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/583894274994700233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=583894274994700233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/583894274994700233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/583894274994700233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-post-again.html' title='Random post again'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/Sy8AhT3Jm_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/_29xzNDHsvc/s72-c/image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-6967798723826108700</id><published>2009-10-12T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:46:46.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain's thoughts have been messy for some time so i'll just use keywords to describe wats playing in my lost mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft skills, japanese, french, fm-dec, c, mlc-next yr, girl, nov b'dayS, apply um-call them, applied stats, upm/ukm-bangi, serdang (far!), result- cgpa 3.0(PLEASE), work half a year(reluctantly) -prudential, AIA, ING, pj room(release?), i want a car, grow up, bored, read a book, man utd, pro evo soccer,  leave those attention desperados alone-some busybody ppl will entertain them, wats yr value?, shut the fuck up if u contribute nothing to the society, getting along with difficult ppl, are parents' expectations justified or just too pushing?, getting ready for society, girls who think they are the world-pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone organize my thoughts for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-6967798723826108700?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/6967798723826108700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=6967798723826108700&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/6967798723826108700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/6967798723826108700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/10/hola-my-brains-thoughts-have-been-messy.html' title=''/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-2457618139880522309</id><published>2009-08-01T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:47:33.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been some hectic weeks with exams and assignments, which will continue for the next 2 weeks. Its the typical business part of the semester, where we accumulate our coursework marks for the comfort going into the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time it is not that typical anymore, given the fact that i'll be going through this process of coursework and finals for the final time in my degree. It's my last chance of salvaging my pride and future with a decent result to show. To make it even more dramatic, i'm in danger of being relegated to 2nd lower class with my cgpa(3.0) like an egg on a horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st class: 3.5-4&lt;br /&gt;2nd class upper: 3-3.499&lt;br /&gt;2nd class lower: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.2-2.999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever dropped 0.1, i'll be no different from a cgpa 2.2 student. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've been putting in some hardwork in there and i'm beginning to reap the rewards from the encouraging results. But of course there're lotsa things sacrificed like time with friends and my ENGLISH, which explains my absence from my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there comes another brain-killer question of which path i'm gonna take after finishing my degree. At 20, i'm certainly not gonna venture into the working world, put myself into unnecessary pressure and rob me of my &lt;del&gt;childhood&lt;/del&gt; adoslescence. I'm gonna make sure i'm mentally and substance-wise prepared before doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may end up studying masters in UM, singapore, utar or doing full-time studies for professional exams. And i tell u, the chances of me doing one of the options above is as good as any other, which goes to show my indecisiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental breakdown: 4 more tests and 1 more assignment in 2 weeks time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-2457618139880522309?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/2457618139880522309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=2457618139880522309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/2457618139880522309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/2457618139880522309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-has-been-some-hectic-weeks-with.html' title=''/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-5950788440092150467</id><published>2009-06-26T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:38:49.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella Koon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SkTrKiCEX9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UEj8YvNU7BY/s1600-h/pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SkTrKiCEX9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UEj8YvNU7BY/s400/pic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351660823389691858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella Koon(left) is hot! So is Megan Fox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8582106441434228249-5950788440092150467?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/5950788440092150467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=5950788440092150467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5950788440092150467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5950788440092150467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/06/ella-koon.html' title='Ella Koon'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SkTrKiCEX9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UEj8YvNU7BY/s72-c/pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-4444095176432670415</id><published>2009-05-22T02:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T03:21:51.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My controversial self</title><content type='html'>I develop a lot of negative first impression on people whom I'm not close with, or should i say pre-judgment/jump-to-conclusions/stereotype. Seriously. I tend to have this notion that this world has so many people vying for attention of everybody else and so they try desperately to stand out, which make them look like losers to me, when in fact they're obviously not. It's just a thought in the head and i never make these thoughts known or complain or whatsoever. It's just a thought until I really get to know the true story behind something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I have this disgust at people trying to blast people in their msn display msg, talking confidently about achieving some impossible targets when in fact they were once dropouts and have no achievements or whatsoever to boast of, writing love quotes about making sacrifices when people can only doubt whether u practice what u preach, scolding people constantly as if u're at the wrong end of things all the time, talking about having their patience tested as if they're someone who should not be messed with, etc. Such is my negativity of people. I just get this feeling that these people are just attention desperados who want to be thought of as having personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when in a group of friends, someone tries to do lotsa "stunts"/actions/tantrums to cheer up the mood, I often take them as desperate attempts to impress the people around especially girls. Its quite distinguishable between genuine jokes and jokes intended to impress. While honest jokers get absorbed in the joke itself, attention desperados jokers usually cares too much about people's reaction to the joke that u can see from their eyes lingering around to look for response whether they are impressed or not. Sometimes when the joke is not funny at all and noone's laughing, it becomes lame, pathetic, and ironically funny bcos of the patheticness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also have this terrible pre-judgment of people who describe themselves in friendster and blogger profiles. Those who talks highly of themselves sounds boastful to me. Some people go to the extent of stating their exact excellent result grades on the friendster profile. But then when people talk about them being just ordinary/simple/next-door/normal people, I also feel that they're seeking for attention rather than really being humble. What's wrong with me?! The problem to me here is too many people are saying that they are just ordinary people that it sounded to me they're trying to boast about being ordinary and at the same time different from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point here is a lot of things can be done quietly with action, not talk. If u're aiming for something really ambitious, then do it first before u start boasting about it like how man utd players do. When u're not happy with someone, then try yr best to solve the problem rather than just banging people on msn display msg. When u have thoughts about your own relationship, then keep it personal and if u're a good partner then surely the resulting strong relationship will be there for all to see. You don't have to make it sound like the whole world revolves only around you. We can do it the kris allen way, quietly getting on with your job and ultimately gets the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, after all these crap, it's just necessary to mention that I'm not complaining cos they're just my negativity and opinions. I was talking about people's weaknesses above, and this negativity is my weakness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-4444095176432670415?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/4444095176432670415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=4444095176432670415&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4444095176432670415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4444095176432670415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-controversial-self.html' title='My controversial self'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-8102324133272975141</id><published>2009-05-17T01:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T02:43:32.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The title of this post? The TITLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/ShBaQiPAs6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/7EFwWTbrvsM/s1600-h/Tevez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/ShBaQiPAs6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/7EFwWTbrvsM/s400/Tevez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336864798548210594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, man utd are champions again after today's result which means liverpool players can ask benitez to leave them out for west brom's game. And I'm here again to take a swipe at the man himself, Rafa Benitez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that you bragged about, man utd is still the champion and Liverpoo(no L) is empty-handed. Ironies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. He wants to win the league with the likes of David Ngog, Dirk Kuyt, Albert Riera, Damien Plessis, Lucas, Nabeh El Zhar, Martin Skrtel, Emiliano Insua, Sami Hyypia, Andrea Dossena, Phillip Degen, Fabio Aurelio, Alvaro Arbeloa, all of whom are west brom-quality players. Such is Rafa's talent-scouting abilities and financial disadvantage is not a good excuse when you buy these kind of players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. If Liverpool didn't win the league bcos Torres and Gerard were injured for long periods, then surely Arsenal should be the champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. Man Utd played an energy-sapping 66 games, 11 more than Liverpool. Utd went to the far far away land of Japan to play the World Club Cup competition, won the community shield, went all the way to win the carling cup, entered the FA cup semi final, and now into Champions League final. Liverpool players had so many beer breaks and Rafa had all the time in the world to come up with a masterplan, but still he couldn't outwit Sir Alex. That's why it's SIR Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. Rafa humiliates Liverpool and Gerard. Liverpool is the only team who lost only 2 games but didn't win the title while Gerard is a player of the year without a single premier league medal. Phillip Neville has 6, Alan Smith has 1, that shit Silvestre has a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. Liverpool drew with Stoke twice and lost to relegation-bound Middlesbrough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. Is Rafa the only one who goes against the theory "the table doesn't lie"? He said being first in the league only means more points and u're not necessarily the best. Instead, the best team is chosen according to the time of the season(consistency doesn't count?). I think he will agree that the first in the league is the best team in the country when he wins the league one day.  This season, he didn't win. So this season the first is not the best. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's yr take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-8102324133272975141?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/8102324133272975141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=8102324133272975141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8102324133272975141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8102324133272975141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/05/title-of-this-post-title.html' title='The title of this post? The TITLE!'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/ShBaQiPAs6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/7EFwWTbrvsM/s72-c/Tevez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-358621596502600007</id><published>2009-05-15T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:35:24.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDIOT</title><content type='html'>Tevez has a thorn/pain-in-the-ass/drogba in his family, creating all sorts of unnecessary problems that other non-extended families do not experience. It's robbing him of a happy family life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad has an extra person(grown up) to feed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom don't get to control the astro remote after coming back tired from work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad has to deal with all kinds of non-existent, unnecessarily-created problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the family have to see a self-claimed matured person swearing from time to time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandma has to hear her own son(not tevez's dad) cursing her to death every now n then&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when they go out for holidays they get accused of not being caring to Grandma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when they speak loudly to hearing-aided Grandma they get accused of being rude to her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when they frown while helping Grandma they get accused of being insincere to her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when they need help to care for Grandma, the idiot would not help&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tevez gets called from the backroom to the living room to switch on the tv switch for the idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when Dad put food on the table the idiot complains its too much tat they throw them away in the end&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when Dad put less food on the table the idiot complains its too little&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when Grandma says she doesn't want to watch the tv, the idiot switches on the tv for her and then tells her tat the tv is on for too long and it will spoil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when the idiot was doing the mopping, he complains he's doing all the hard job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when Dad takes over the mopping the idiot complains the floor is not clean enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when they watch the tv for kinda long the idiot complains the tv is too hot for the whole day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when the idiot has a new show to catch he takes over yr slot and slaps u if u fight for the remote&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when man utd beats arsenal 1-0, arsenal is good bcos they managed to keep the deficit by only one goal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when arsenal beat man utd, arsenal is good bcos they win&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad the breadwinner cannot eat 2 rounds for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;He enjoys being ungrateful to people who are feeding and sheltering him. He enjoys ruining a family, like how Joker would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-358621596502600007?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/358621596502600007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=358621596502600007&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/358621596502600007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/358621596502600007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/05/idiot.html' title='IDIOT'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-1821794168396350069</id><published>2009-05-06T12:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:26:46.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arsenal dreamed a dream.... the story never ends...</title><content type='html'>I think its better keeping quiet before a game, let yr performance do the talking and then only you can talk big, which is what I'm gonna do now! While most of Man Utd players were talking about expecting a tough game, fatigue's impact, disappointment in own performance and not scoring more, their approach to the game, importance of Rio, except for Ronaldo's sulking, these are what Arsenal players had to say during pre-match:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fabregas&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="main-content"&gt;How much stronger are we at home? We showed that in the Premier League, by beating them and scoring two goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: You broke down after 11 minutes at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toure&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;Almunia had a good game and kept us in the tie so next Tuesday you will see a better Arsenal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: They were almost the same as the side at Old Trafford, that held a lot of possession but didnt create chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Almunia&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="main-content"&gt;Maybe Manchester United are physically stronger than us - but in terms of desire, nobody can beat us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;The Champions League is now the only trophy left open to us this season and next Tuesday we will show we are good enough to win this competition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;We may be a young team but we have plenty of European experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Good enough to win champions league? Plenty of European experience? HAHA. And one game of brilliance but concedes 2 in 11 minutes the next doesn't say much about his England credentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wenger&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;I am very confident the team will produce a MAGNIFICENT performance and that we will manage it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;We play a home game where we have a strong record in the Champions League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Magnificent? I know Man Utd produced a magnificent performance. Well, at least he's a gracious loser at the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eboue&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;We will need the fans to be behind us for 90 minutes, even for 120 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oshea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;We didn’t hear our fans for the first five minutes because Arsenal’s supporters were really up for it.Even when they got a throw-in the noise was like they’d scored a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: 120 minutes? They didn't even get through 8 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wenger&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;I know and I can understand the criticism, but I watched carefully that game [against United] and Adebayor put a lot of effort in, more than people think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: It's not that he didn't want to put in effort, he was just pretty much screened out and couldn't do anything-whether first or second leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The best quote has to be this&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bendtner&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;I am 100 per cent sure that we will pass through to the final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;Of course you never feel good after a defeat but we look positive at the return game. I am confident that we will play in the final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;Can we manage to score three goals? Yes, we have those qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Talking about math, 100%? I don't think it was even 70-80% for 11 minutes. So are you gonna play in the final in rome? Did you score 3 goals? Well, maybe you did something cool, getting past a defender with a skillful trick(whoa!) only to side-net it, which is typical of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry to disappoint you, bendtner! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I need to quote Evra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 men against 11 babies&lt;/span&gt;. We never doubted ourselves&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;We have much more experience and that's what made the difference. We were always confident. It should have been that score in the first leg anyway. It is a great United team that won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;Football today is not only about playing well, it's about winning trophies. Everybody talks about the way Arsenal play but, at the end of the day, it's about winning silverware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;At United, we play well and we win. Tactically and technically we were superior. You look at our starting 11 and theirs and you see that we are well above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;Lots of people are disappointed because they thought they would beat us like they did in the league. But the Champions League is another level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: He just explains it all about Arsenal. Now I hope he don't regret making that comment about winning silverware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bendtner&lt;/span&gt; wasn't just disappointed, he was distraught to the extent that he wanted to strip naked! &lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;He was pictured leaving a London nightclub at 4am this morning with his belt undone and jeans pulled down before being helped into a waiting car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-1821794168396350069?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/1821794168396350069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=1821794168396350069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/1821794168396350069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/1821794168396350069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/05/arsenal-dreamed-dream.html' title='Arsenal dreamed a dream.... the story never ends...'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-8954311846651137324</id><published>2009-04-27T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:06:40.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EPL season finale fever</title><content type='html'>I'm now in the climax of my semester. Every paper from now on is a final. Obviously it's a tough period to come and get a result, but I know its in my hands.  I've got 3 massive papers ahead and I want to do well in every one of them. Winning, no, scoring A is the name of the game, no, finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do now decides everything; if I do badly in one paper, it’s hard to recover. I’ll have to take my chances when they come and make sure I don’t do badly. I have to keep focus and concentration during my preparations and during the paper itself. Any mistake or lapse of concentration could dent my title hopes, i mean good grades hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be stupid to think this is going to be easy. Complacency does not come into it as far as I'm concerned. I cannot get carried away and let complacency or disappointment from individual result to get into my head. I move on. Nothing is guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to show character during each paper. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attack the paper&lt;/span&gt;. Attack is the best form of defence. I'll be going at it full throttle in order to get the result I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-8954311846651137324?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/8954311846651137324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=8954311846651137324&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8954311846651137324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8954311846651137324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/04/epl-season-finale-fever.html' title='EPL season finale fever'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-4126838699049191970</id><published>2009-03-19T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:46:42.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative street name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/ScHpDAcQ_II/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZybcINjjPyM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/ScHpDAcQ_II/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZybcINjjPyM/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314785273141329026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a heavenly place...&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/8582106441434228249-4126838699049191970?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/4126838699049191970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=4126838699049191970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4126838699049191970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4126838699049191970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/03/creative-street-name.html' title='Creative street name'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/ScHpDAcQ_II/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZybcINjjPyM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-4383322865361236792</id><published>2009-03-14T13:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:53:11.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oink oink</title><content type='html'>This semester I have more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr Oinks&lt;/span&gt; who are despicable in their own different ways. That semester was classical just because of him. This time I have four really loathsome lecturers if not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hilarious&lt;/span&gt;, but somehow I got kinda immune already after the oinky experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soft&lt;/span&gt; lecturer, also a Dr, who have once broken record with a 7-people die-hard audience( I take pride in not being one of them.. haha!). There's one snobby lecturer who self-indulges in her Australian tertiary education background, but has an inscrutable grammatical problem that she pierces our poor eardrums each time she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speaking&lt;/span&gt;. (Oops, did i make a grammar mistake?) There's one tutor with a gay-ish voice, from whom you would not want to hear calling you "my dear" especially after you waited for him in the class for half an hour on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, there's this widely despised lecturer whom I actually respect.  Last semester, i hated him for always being late for class and doing nothing in lectures but this semester I think he's in his comfort zone in this subject as he's doing his job fine with his vast knowledge on the profession. After all, he's an associate professor with masters in actuarial science. That alone deserves some reognition. The problem with him is, he's always telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of his lambasting moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's the actuarial assumptions in product pricing? Think! why are you taking so long? This is very slow you know. It's an easy question what. You see, i'm helping you to improve by asking you to think. That's the way to improve your thinking skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you try answering my question? It doesn't matter if it's wrong. What? Underwriting? What has this question to do with underwriting? You don't understand my question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : The guy at the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. Ya, what are the safeguards to this mismatching of investment strategy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ......... (panicking) Higher transfer to statutory reserve?&lt;br /&gt;Him: What you mean by the word transfer? You're not using the right jargon.. It shows that u're not reading.. I've given you all the relevant additional notes. What's the use of giving you all that if you don't read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the meaning of explicit? hmm? What happened to your dictionaries? I just told y'all that you should bring dictionaries so that all these sentences will only make sense to you when you understand the meaning of these individual words. That's how you can improve. What's so difficult in bringing a dictionary? Just because its heavy you can't bring one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;class attendance was exceptionally good because it was exam day) Why are there so many people whom I'm seeing for the first time? Those who comes regularly are really wrong for signing the attendance for the regular absentees. It's a whole mockery of the process, you know? You don't come to class, then you prepare for the consequence. Of course you pay for this course you bear the consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you can't answer the test question on liabilities valuation? I've taught you all that. A lot of you failed the paper you know? If you continue to be like that you'll fail this paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy.. ya, i'm been observing you sleeping in my class for many times... You don't have to come to class if you're going to sleep.. That is tantamount to not learning anything.. Blah blah blah... Make this the last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it gets on people's nerves because he does the life-philosophies-lecturing thing as often as i shit.. Its almost like hating those spm top scorers on tv saying how they succeeded by studying 3 hours a day, paying attention in class, always asking questions, making own notes, and so on.. I used to get irritated by these interviews although all those things said were so true and basic that we could not even do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the same case with this lecturer.. a lot of what he said is so true that I could not agree more with him. He's like Simon Cowell to me because many hates him for telling the truth, except that his remarks are a lot more basic than Simon's! We don't get comments like "you're utterly horrendous like a frog squeaking and creaking".. Comparing the circumstances, we're actually a shame if we hate the lecturer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think he deserves a lot of respect. Its just his teaching methods that are disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-4383322865361236792?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/4383322865361236792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=4383322865361236792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4383322865361236792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4383322865361236792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/03/oink-oink.html' title='oink oink'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-4256766024690548404</id><published>2009-03-14T12:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:15:08.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...............</title><content type='html'>Can u recognize who the heck is this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/Sbs8qB51AmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/pNjYD-koDo8/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/Sbs8qB51AmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/pNjYD-koDo8/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312906878176789090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ups and downs in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-4256766024690548404?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/4256766024690548404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=4256766024690548404&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4256766024690548404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4256766024690548404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='...............'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/Sbs8qB51AmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/pNjYD-koDo8/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-1135139366722026957</id><published>2009-03-01T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:19:56.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forced to do this.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;It's harder than it looks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;They have to be real. Nothing made up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;1. What is your name :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ChonSern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. A four Letter Word : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. A boy's Name : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conan&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. A girl's Name : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. An occupation :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. A color : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolate brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Something you'll wear :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheongsam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. A food : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;char kuey teow&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom :&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. A place : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;12. A reason for being late : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choked on char kuey teow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Something you'd shout : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;ccb char kuey teow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. A movie title :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Curious case of benjamin button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;15. Something you drink : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. A musical group: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cincai la....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. An animal : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. A street name : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chow kit street&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. A type of car : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;camry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. The title of a song : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't fight the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The 20 people who I am going to tag are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my readers, if there are 20.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-1135139366722026957?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/1135139366722026957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=1135139366722026957&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/1135139366722026957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/1135139366722026957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/03/forced-to-do-this.html' title='forced to do this.....'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-4878296081777403477</id><published>2009-02-25T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:44:46.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inner war</title><content type='html'>I've been bothered by a lot of self-conflicts lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I am having an identity crisis. It's like, after going through all those secondary years, I still don't really know who i am. I know deep down inside me, I'm a funny guy who has a lot of things to say to what's happening. But when I'm out in the wild, I can't express myself. I don't know why. Is it because of the different circle of friends? Is it that I'm shy? Sometimes when I joke, people mistaken me for being serious because of the way I express the joke. Sometimes I'm very funny around my friends, sometimes I'm very serious and quiet. There's no consistency to what my character's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I've always been very judgamental. I have lotsa negative thoughts about someone who I've just seen or met, which makes it very difficult for me to communicate with people because I can be kinda cold to them. I lose respect for people at the very first sight. Yes, you read me right. I lose respect for people before I even get to know them, which is scandalous. I guess that explains why I'm so in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've not been good in relationships. I haven't done enough for friends. Friendships are made of continuous contact, concern and the things they do for each other. And I don't do enough for my friends even when they treat me so well. Whenever we are away from each other, its as if we don't know each other. No, its like, I don't even know them. I seldom take the initiative to care about friends in the other side of the world. What kind of friend am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't multitask. When there's too many things in my head, I start to ignore one by one, belittle their importance to my own comfort so that I won't have so much things to think about. I used to think that I'm a simple person who likes to keep everything simple which is so wrong. I'm just trying to avoid responsibilties. I wonder what kind of adult do I make. I cant handle things all at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I can be very self-centred most of the time. I think people are self-centered when I myself am too. I care more for my own business than others. I seldom get involved in friends outings for any purpose when we're supposed to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I feel i'm so useless. Fuck me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-4878296081777403477?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/4878296081777403477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=4878296081777403477&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4878296081777403477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4878296081777403477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-bothered-by-lot-of-self.html' title='inner war'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-5568176121823886809</id><published>2009-01-16T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:15:45.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend that never was</title><content type='html'>A while ago in early 2006, a "distant" friend(although she's a nearby neighbour) sought my advice on my university details. It was a turning point as she was to end up being my uni-mate and close friend for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about 1 year plus of honest friendship, i was very kind to her-not to boast but i really was. During that period, I was like her elder bro although I don't look like one. As a senior, I helped her with preliminary registration, guided her in studies, lent her almost lots of my notes and test papers and advised her on many academic issues. As a friend, I helped her look for room, offered her weekly rides- to and fro, remembered her birthday and gave her gifts, and accompanied her walking to bus stops on numerous occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that I've done for her, she was actually not responsive most of the time but still accepting. At first I really didn't mind doing it as a friend, more so when she grew thinner and prettier(blinded by looks?). But then as she got more and more attention for her looks, she became a very much changed, different person. She showed her tail and the picture become too obvious and stupid to be unaware of. She treated everyone around her as a tool from the start. And I was one of them all along. Everyone else around her is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started assessing our friendship more closely and I realized it has been nothing more than a parasitic relationship. Her definition of friends is their usefulness. My value to her is under the academic category, as I have always been her source of senior guidance, notes, test papers as her reference. Other than that, I am of no worth to her. Which means, when she comes to me-whether she's trying to start a casual conversation or straight to the point, she can only have one definite motive-getting something academic from me. Yes, she's sly. She only comes to me when she needs my help and she starts the task by having a casual dialogue and giving lotsa sweet talk and smiles. At the end of conversation, I always end up lending her something. That's the whole point of the dialogue. If there's nothing to borrow from me, then I'm invisible to her. I was never appreciated or treated like a friend. She treats her circle of friends pretty much the same way but i'm not gonna elaborate on her exploits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted for being a kind fool, for being a willing prey and I was utterly disappointed to have such a friend. Then i started ignoring her and tried to cut down my help supplies, and guess what it only helped to reveal more of her true colours. She must have become desperate as she got herself a genius boyfriend and poof, she doesn't need anyone anymore. She hit lotsa birds with one stone because this guy is her classmate, he's a 4-pointer and he has a car. She would never go out for dinner with us the usual gang anymore, she shot to the president's list, she became a rat- eating her mate's food without her permission, she brought her guy back almost everynight to the disgust of her mate and the landlady. And the best thing is, this disrespectful guy treats everyone else as invisible as well and he kept coming. In short, she became an eyesore and a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The landlady's patience was severely tested as promises were broken and warnings were ignored. In the end, she was to end up being asked to leave the house and she duly did. It really was justice done. I couldn't feel happier to have her out of my sight for the rest of my stay in the rented house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, guess what, she just asked for my notes and test papers when we met in the block last week. I was laughing in heart.... I feel like telling her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what? Fuck off, you cowbrain.. Happy cow year to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Chinese New Year to everyone else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-5568176121823886809?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/5568176121823886809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=5568176121823886809&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5568176121823886809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5568176121823886809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2009/01/friend-that-never-was.html' title='A friend that never was'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-7047222293146475424</id><published>2008-12-04T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:56:58.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nominasi hadiah Nobel</title><content type='html'>pada era modenisasi, globalisasi, urbanisasi dan basi ini, krisis ekonomi dan finansial semakin serius. Amerika telah mengetepikan diskriminasi dan menjadikan Barack Obama presiden hitam pertama mereka. Bolehkah Obama menjustifikasikan apointmennya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika Amerika mendebatkan implemetasi inisiatif membasmi krisis ekonomi, kita sedang mendebatkan penggunaan English sebagai medium untuk Sains dan Matematik. Sistem edukasi nasional kita mempunyai problemasi yang kronik. Sejak &amp;amp;70-an, English sebagai medium telah diskrapkan, digantikan Bahasa Melayu. Kini, sitizen atau generasi muda Malaysia mempunyai problemasi berfikir dan berkomunikasi dalam bahasa ibunda. Dan eksis golongan konservatif yang mahu Bahasa Melayu diaktifkan semula. Di era moden di mana homosapien berkomunikasi dan bertukar informasi dalam English sebagai medium internasional, adalah ridikulasi untuk mengaktifkan Bahasa Melayu semula sebagai medium Sains dan Matematik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dan untuk informasi kamu, fatwa Islam telah mengillegalisasikan yoga kerana boleh mengkoruptkan penganutnya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-7047222293146475424?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/7047222293146475424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=7047222293146475424&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/7047222293146475424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/7047222293146475424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/11/nominasi-hadiah-nobel.html' title='nominasi hadiah Nobel'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-7745911012116228784</id><published>2008-11-14T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:54:49.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justification</title><content type='html'>Malaysia is not at all helpless, after the recently released UPSR results showed that our young Malaysians still can fare well in Math and Science in English. Thank you 12-year olds for proving to the old conservative minds that English is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needless to say&lt;/span&gt;, the way to go nowadays. These old men are only thinking for the sake the national language, not for the sake of the students' future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the whole point of teaching the subjects in English obvious enough? Most of these young generations already have the serious problem of thinking and understanding things in their mother tongues, and the government made it worse by letting them do so. So what if they're having problems understanding them in English? Like it or not, they have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place the teaching medium shouldn' have been changed from English to Malay in the 70's. That's 30 over years of damage done. Whose fault is it that people cant understand things in English? Whose fault is it that teachers cant teach in English? Now, even in some local universities, lecturers are still teaching in Malay.  Look at the standard of our education when it was still in English, it was definitely way better than now. Who the heck changed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up the issue, in Malaysia education begins after leaving school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-7745911012116228784?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/7745911012116228784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=7745911012116228784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/7745911012116228784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/7745911012116228784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/11/justification.html' title='Justification'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-4667712705035715106</id><published>2008-11-13T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:25:02.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Below is Liverpool's star-studded line-up in the Carling cup match against Tottenham. You get the chills down your spine when u see the names. But, what baffles me is why they lost? This is undeserving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cavalieri Diego(G)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/players/profile?id=7952&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;Sami Hyypia&lt;/a&gt;(D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/players/profile?id=14357&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;Andrea Dossena&lt;/a&gt;(D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/players/profile?id=22753&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;Philipp Degen&lt;/a&gt;(D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/players/profile?id=41844&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;Daniel Agger&lt;/a&gt;(D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/players/stats?id=92983&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;Lucas Leiva&lt;/a&gt;(M)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/players/profile?id=98412&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;Damien Plessis&lt;/a&gt;(M)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/players/profile?id=24257&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;Fernando Torres&lt;/a&gt;(ST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/players/profile?id=41418&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;Ryan Babel&lt;/a&gt;(ST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/players/profile?id=66174&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;Nabil El Zhar&lt;/a&gt;(ST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soccernet-assets.espn.go.com/players/stats?id=84000&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;David Ngog&lt;/a&gt;(ST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only unknowns here are Fernando Torres and Ryan Babel. Who are they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-4667712705035715106?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/4667712705035715106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=4667712705035715106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4667712705035715106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4667712705035715106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/11/below-is-liverpools-star-studded-line.html' title=''/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-4678149139665919491</id><published>2008-10-29T20:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:54:27.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you see anything sesat in the pics below?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SQhWtog3LzI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mQXO7CDdaGM/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SQhWtog3LzI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mQXO7CDdaGM/s400/DSC00492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262551506551779122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SQhWb9LAX9I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Z9t2NH0XXtA/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SQhWb9LAX9I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Z9t2NH0XXtA/s400/DSC00491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262551202859605970" 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/8582106441434228249-4678149139665919491?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/4678149139665919491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=4678149139665919491&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4678149139665919491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4678149139665919491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-you-see-anything-sesat-in-pics.html' title='Can you see anything sesat in the pics below?'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SQhWtog3LzI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mQXO7CDdaGM/s72-c/DSC00492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-8396778800322779368</id><published>2008-09-24T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:42:40.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Kuma Kuma should accept Tevez</title><content type='html'>1. He likes her for who she is. He is clear of what he wants in his partner because he has definitely met many kind of girls that attract guys in general, but yet he likes her. She is different. She is colourful, not just green, friendly (not like the average timid, personality-wise weak girls who wait for guys to approach them), happy-go-lucky, mysterious, tough and weak at the same time that makes him wanna care for her. He’s not a good listener but when she speaks, he wants to listen.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He thinks differently about what kind of looks is normal. His good friend who knows him well can prove to you that. She’s not fat. She’s not round. In fact, he has a whole different measurement unit. He thinks her roommate is too skinny like stick while she is just nice. He doesn’t mind about her cover-up dressing style. In his eyes, she’s pretty the way she looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They have a lot of conversation topics, similar way of thinking with many opinions in common like the way they judge people. Although they are from different fields, they have a connection which is rare and hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He’s confident of his lust control. He would feel cheap and hates himself if he ever takes advantage of girls for own sexual desire. He’s not a saint but he respects women enough to stop thinking of doing stupid things. He doesn’t like treating girls as mere sex object, but beleafs in sex as love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One is left-brain centered while another is right-brain centered. They complete each other like batman and joker. Hahahahahahaha. They can live a 2 way relationship as both can help each other out during hard times. He feels that the tastes differences can be outweighed by their similar way of thinking on daily life issues as long as they respect each other’s interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Distance barrier between homes is reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Both have similar family backgrounds. They believe both sides of parents can get along well and have good impression on Kuma Kuma and Tevez. They went through similar things in life and have their own values which he feels will not clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. He has a bright future with the course he’s studying. In long term, he’s likely to be able to be financially stable and supportive. Maybe even more than just stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Both are not attention desperado. They can stand on their own feet even if they don’t get much attention. There won’t be stickiness problems. They know they have their own daily agendas, that they have other things to worry about in their own lives too. As for what he said about not wanting to find a partner whom he meets every day as he may get bored, he admits it’s contradictory with what he’s doing now. He ate his own words. But he can’t do anything if the feelings are always there. Maybe, maybe because both sides are not as sticky like her roommate and partner, this principle would not be much of an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He has a bit of introverted-ness as he doesn’t get too comfortable with the commitments of a too big circle of friends. He’s easily satisfied with his current batch of friends. Normally he keeps an emotional distance from not-so-close friends. He’s the kind of person who dislikes going out too much and he appreciates his time at home. So, he’s not likely to cheat on her. And he knows he’s not a good-looking person either, so when he finds a right one, he will really appreciate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. They both don’t demand a lot from their partners. They are realistic. She doesn’t mind about what he doesn’t have. A typical girl would hope for a too-good-to-be-true Mr Right. Charisma, height, knowledgable, good-looking. He’s sick of girls posting friendster bulletins like - how many guys are willing to do that today, why girls cry, about women, 50 ways how to treat girlfriends, bla bla bla. Kuma Kuma is not at all like that. On the other hand, he doesn’t need girls to be too looks-conscious or to be prettier. In fact, he doesn’t like his partner baring too much skin as he doesn’t like other guys to be looking at his partner. He’s fine as long as she stays the way she is and she cares for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. She may be more outspoken and have a stronger personality. But he’s not far below either. If both have tooo strong stand on their own principles, then fights are bound to happen often. He can guarantee her that he’s not that kind of person who quarrels. He prefers the soft, calm approach and to use reason to deal with problems. As for the outspoken part, he knows he’s a little too reserved and he will try to improve although he’ll never reach her outspoken level. Afterall, he has his own characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Both are students and don’t have a too big gap of mindset. They can go through the learning process of university life together. He cannot see what the long-term future after graduation holds. The only thing he knows is that he’s serious. He has had crushes before, but he has never try to get involved in relationships because he knows they’re not mature relationships and they’re bound to break. He felt that although it’s good experience, it’s pointless and not worth the time and effort. With the past crushes, he learns a bit about his immaturity and what kind of girls that he likes and won’t like. He has told himself that when he enters into a relationship, it will be a serious, long-term one. He won’t have the “Why so serious?” way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. He may still look young with his age. Only time and experience can bring that. He doesn’t want a one-way thing and he knows it’s not fair to ask one to wait, so she has the time to really think over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. He has always been the kind of person who tries to be independent by himself. He doesn’t like asking for help. For example, he doesn’t like following his friend’s car to class even though his friend lives a stone throw’s away from his house. The thought of depending on his partner like a mother to make decisions for him is disgusting to him. It’s also an ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. He’s not a very insecure person. Even when people laugh at him saying he’s little boy and baby Johnson, he laughs with them. Because he only cares what people close to him think about him, like her. In fact, they should not care about what others think of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. He respects people’s privacy and space. From his time getting to know her, he trusts her to be a faithful partner. So, he won’t be a control freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. He will try to improve himself as much as he can - language, physically, mentally, characteristically, and all-other-ly’s. He’s not promising anything but he can only assure her that he’s fully committed to the cause. He doesn’t want to make empty promises as he knows action speaks louder than words. So he’ll let actions do the talking. He hopes when they meet each other again, Kuma Kuma will be seeing a very much better Tevez. In a way, the month before their next meeting is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. He’s addicted to her face, her scent, her hair, her voice…. Her. He doesn’t think he can get bored when she’s such an addictive drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. He thinks green is good for the eyes, he beleafs leafongism is magnifisern, he likes the leafont writing. He wishes that his girlfriend is hot like leaf, he wishes his girlfriend is leaf. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-8396778800322779368?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/8396778800322779368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=8396778800322779368&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8396778800322779368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8396778800322779368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-kuma-kuma-should-accept-tevez.html' title='Why Kuma Kuma should accept Tevez'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-3861198567444979653</id><published>2008-09-14T17:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:45:13.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll always walk alone</title><content type='html'>This is going to be Liverpool's season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SM0BivSRW7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/uAG5KDfQDf4/s1600-h/liverpool-5-star-crest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SM0BivSRW7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/uAG5KDfQDf4/s400/liverpool-5-star-crest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245850837276777394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have big tanks of luck, good players and they play beautiful football, the right ingredients to be a champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they play beautiful football. That kind of exciting football where the ball can float in the air and never touch the ground for like a few minutes. It's full of suspense and excitement because we never know who's gonna win the possession. Although people say 90 minutes of watching Liverpool play are 90 minutes wasted, although their style brings up the issue of the definition of football, it doesn't really matter because they grind out results. Liverpool is the better form of Bolton. I don't understand why Liverpool hasn't been winning league titles for 18 years. Probably because in Liverpool, only 2 people know how to put the ball in the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SM0COOUcwpI/AAAAAAAAARE/9LsIA7adXfo/s1600-h/liverpool-fcs-fernando-torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SM0COOUcwpI/AAAAAAAAARE/9LsIA7adXfo/s400/liverpool-fcs-fernando-torres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245851584341787282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Torres is walking alone in Liverpool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their ball possession is very strong as they always manage to let someone far from their nearest opponent hold the ball, whether it is the horizontal distance or the vertical distance. For vertical distance, I explained in the previous paragraph, coupled with Liverpool players' aerial ability. As for horizontal distance, it's the kind of play that involves the goalkeeper a lot since the goalkeeper is the furthest player from the nearest opposing player. It's a good thing because normally in big teams which have good defence, goalkeepers have a lot of free time between the sticks and so, in Liverpool, it doesn't apply. That is why a Liverpool goalkeeper has to keep 100% concentration all the time as they are called on as often as any other infield player. Thus, when Reina makes his trademark howlers, you know he is forgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SM0DGAjs7bI/AAAAAAAAARU/LV77JiMF22o/s1600-h/liverpool_gerrard_wideweb__470x344,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SM0DGAjs7bI/AAAAAAAAARU/LV77JiMF22o/s400/liverpool_gerrard_wideweb__470x344,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245852542720339378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have rock solid defence. Opposing teams find it hard to breach their backline because even if they manage to put the ball in Liverpool's half, it never stays for long as it usually gets whacked back to the opponents half in no time. Such is the degree of difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing good about Liverpool is, they make you play like them. If you realize, good teams, except the big four are normally playing Liverpool style when playing against Liverpool, making it an "end-to-end" game. Aston Villa for example plays good football under Martin O'neill, but when they play against Liverpool,  they play like Liverpool. Thats how Liverpool make teams lose their style and then beat them. But, often this kind of games end up goalless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about good players, it fascinates me how many good players Liverpool has. Yes, Liverpool wins with good players. You don't have to be a fantastic player to play for Liverpool, as long as you are hardworking, you know how to cross from any angle and your first instincts when holding the ball in your own half is to pass to the goalkeeper. Liverpool makes dreams come true because thanks to them, any other average player can dream of joining a big team, Liverpool. To name a few: Charles Itandje, Álvaro Arbeloa, Andriy Voronin, Fabio Aurelio, Philipp Degen, Sami Hyypia, Emiliano Insua, Martin Skrtel, Nabil El Zhar, Lucas, Damien Plessis, Alberto Riera, Dirk Kuyt and David Ngog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SM0C1472AdI/AAAAAAAAARM/k4RfY-k4bUo/s1600-h/LiverpoolDM1908_468x370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SM0C1472AdI/AAAAAAAAARM/k4RfY-k4bUo/s400/LiverpoolDM1908_468x370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245852265796207058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss Finnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the opener against Sunderland, Torres scored a stunning 83rd minuted winner. In the game against Middlesbrough, a late own goal and a Gerard screamer gifted Liverpool victory. They scored the only goal 2 minutes from the end of 210 minutes against Standard Liege to enter the Champions league group stage. Brown own goal gifted them equalizer against Man Utd and spurred them on to win 2-1. That's how the players get the chance to say this often: "It was a tough game. We sticked together, never gave up and managed to come out winners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SM0DRiwai1I/AAAAAAAAARc/oMneYeNwlzw/s1600-h/liverpool_champions_gallery__600x316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SM0DRiwai1I/AAAAAAAAARc/oMneYeNwlzw/s400/liverpool_champions_gallery__600x316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245852740879027026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dirk Kuyt, the guy with a million shots and 1 goal. Keep it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's a common thing that an eventual champion would have a run of poor performances but manage to grind out the right results. Liverpool gives a whole new definition to this theory. They never looked like champions material with the players they have, they never play good football and still have all the luck in the world. If they're not going to win this season, I don't know who will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool style is the way to go nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-3861198567444979653?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/3861198567444979653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=3861198567444979653&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/3861198567444979653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/3861198567444979653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/09/youll-always-walk-alone.html' title='You&apos;ll always walk alone'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SM0BivSRW7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/uAG5KDfQDf4/s72-c/liverpool-5-star-crest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-2053491407322304210</id><published>2008-09-11T19:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:50:33.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism</title><content type='html'>Touching on politics is so risky that I wouldn't take even the slightest chance. So I'm juz gonna ask you all one innocent question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat punishment does an ordinary citizen get for racist remarks? Well, for a politician, he gets banned from politics. How about an ordinary citizen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And friends, pls don't leave comments for this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-2053491407322304210?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/2053491407322304210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=2053491407322304210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/2053491407322304210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/2053491407322304210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/09/racism.html' title='Racism'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-4825998659290121815</id><published>2008-09-10T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:08:02.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dr Oink,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SMecArH9LBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_MdfoT40y4k/s1600-h/quoteimage71.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SMecArH9LBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_MdfoT40y4k/s400/quoteimage71.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244331826486258706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SMeb6lWGU2I/AAAAAAAAAQs/qKRvesNXU0g/s1600-h/Come_Closer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SMeb6lWGU2I/AAAAAAAAAQs/qKRvesNXU0g/s400/Come_Closer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244331721855751010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SMebfrgFBrI/AAAAAAAAAQk/dz-6OIh1IB0/s1600-h/Fuck_Off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SMebfrgFBrI/AAAAAAAAAQk/dz-6OIh1IB0/s400/Fuck_Off.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244331259651753650" 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/8582106441434228249-4825998659290121815?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/4825998659290121815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=4825998659290121815&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4825998659290121815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4825998659290121815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-dr-oink.html' title='To Dr Oink,'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SMecArH9LBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_MdfoT40y4k/s72-c/quoteimage71.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-5188406270295890142</id><published>2008-09-06T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:57:13.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>fell in love with these 2 Japanese volleyball twin towers while following Olympics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SMJ8y0TPv1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/o3DRrj1y3xM/s1600-h/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SMJ8y0TPv1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/o3DRrj1y3xM/s400/610x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242890128687349586" 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/8582106441434228249-5188406270295890142?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/5188406270295890142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=5188406270295890142&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5188406270295890142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5188406270295890142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SMJ8y0TPv1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/o3DRrj1y3xM/s72-c/610x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-8964887515427376943</id><published>2008-09-03T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:41:29.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.........</title><content type='html'>I think my blog is going into coma, with finals occupying my next 2 weeks. As much as I wanna blog, I just don't know what to write. So, I'll let pictures do the talking for my blog at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the studio pictures for my bro's graduation. This is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SL5bl62ytgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Z_ccu7ATW0M/s1600-h/DSCF1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SL5bl62ytgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Z_ccu7ATW0M/s400/DSCF1816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241727723318195714" 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/8582106441434228249-8964887515427376943?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/8964887515427376943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=8964887515427376943&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8964887515427376943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8964887515427376943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='.........'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SL5bl62ytgI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Z_ccu7ATW0M/s72-c/DSCF1816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-8150758068538789503</id><published>2008-08-29T00:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:37:55.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>The Dark Knight was really hell of a movie that I watched it in the cinema three times. After watching it thrice, I couldn't understand why I was disappointed with the ending. In fact, I think it's a really meaningful and touching ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SLbWVgZDiaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/grWQODwPqF8/s1600-h/bruce.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SLbWVgZDiaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/grWQODwPqF8/s400/bruce.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239610881452771746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gordon&lt;/span&gt;: The Joker won. Harvey's prosecution, everything he fought for. Undone. Whatever chance Gotham had of fixing itself, dies with Harvey's reputation. We bet it all on him. The Joker took the best of us and tore him down. People will lose hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt;: No, they won't. They must never know what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gordon&lt;/span&gt;: Five dead? Two of them cops? We can't sweep that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt;: But the Joker cannot win. Gotham needs its true hero(turning Dent's face to show the good side). You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. I can do those things, because I'm not a hero, unlike Dent. (turns to Gordon) I killed those people. That's what I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gordon&lt;/span&gt;: No, no you can't, you're not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt;: I'm whatever Gotham needs me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SLbWfvTvQHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0LfMOoVgIbc/s1600-h/bat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SLbWfvTvQHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0LfMOoVgIbc/s400/bat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239611057255694450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's really touching that Bruce still had the willingness to sacrifice himself to be the scapegoat of Harvey's killings after what happened to Rachel. I think Batman is the true example of a hero. Superman is not. Spiderman is not. Whatever else is not. Batman never answers to his popularity or the publicity. Like Gordon said in that final line of the movie, he's a silent guardian, a watchful protector, a Dark Knight. He silently sacrifices himself for the people of Gotham. He doesn't need people to know what he has done for them and at the same time, he's willing to be hated, to be the outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate scene that moved me was when he said "I killed those people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SLbWs7HNxWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/rvNP1rRORAo/s1600-h/ham.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SLbWs7HNxWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/rvNP1rRORAo/s400/ham.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239611283762693474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it's a kinda good message to us audience. If we care for someone, we sacrifice for them and we don't need to seek recognition or appreciation. Cos if you truly care for that someone, you just wanted the best for him/her. As long as he/she is well, you're content and you ask for nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the more saddening part is, Rachel was not going to wait for Bruce even if she survived. If he knows about it, I think it will drive him nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-8150758068538789503?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/8150758068538789503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=8150758068538789503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8150758068538789503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8150758068538789503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/08/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SLbWVgZDiaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/grWQODwPqF8/s72-c/bruce.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-7213436354918496952</id><published>2008-08-23T21:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:25:44.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respects</title><content type='html'>A course mate friend of mine passed away last Tuesday, to the shock of most in my course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being me, I was, if not the last, one of the last, to know about the news, and I didn't believe it when my friend first told me. When I came to realize that he was really gone, for a moment I was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were different sets of stories at first about the cause of his death, from road crash to suicide. I guess that is the power of rumours. But, the real cause was something that really made us ruing his death because it was very avoidable. He fell from the 4th floor of his girlfriend's hostel as he was trying to get into her room through her window by climbing from the roof with a rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buzz about his death wasn't strong among us because this semester he was repeating a number of last semester's subjects and most of all, he was kinda outcast because of his attitude problem. I remember he used to be quite a bad-tempered person, getting into hot arguments with lecturer and friends. As time went on, he mellowed down but still, his one-of-a-kind attitude made him isolated by friends and hated by some. Sometimes, I sympathized him for his social problem as he was most of the time alone by himself in uni. I think that's probably why most don't feel that much about his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I don't have anything against him because I'm not really close to him and if we did make contact, we got along well. We greeted each other when we met and chatted a little at times. He was friendly and nice to me. We played futsal together occassionally when I joined the Applied Math gang's weekly futsal session. As I recall, he was in fact a good futsal player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I, as a friend, would like to wish you, Gideon Chan Wah Ghee all the best wherever you are. May you rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-7213436354918496952?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/7213436354918496952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=7213436354918496952&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/7213436354918496952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/7213436354918496952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/08/respects.html' title='Respects'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-2729024983852828702</id><published>2008-08-14T09:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:49:30.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paying the price</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been sickening for me. I had an in-class assignment on monday and a lab test on tuesday. I woke up in the wee hours of the morning to study before going for both hurdles and I didn't even go to bed early. And the funny part is I'm gonna flunk both tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am paying the price for my lackadaisical attitude during the past few weeks, not paying attention in lectures and not doing tutorials. I am so left out in every subject. I don't know why every semester has to be like that. Somewhere in the middle of the semester, I just have to lose the enthusiasm and the will to study. Last semester,  I slacked right when I started the first week and managed to pick up towards the end of the semester. This semester I don't have the luxury of time anymore to catch up cos this time, I was hardworking for the first few weeks and slacked for every other week. It's week 12 and it's the climax of the semester, where assignments and exams come slapping your face all at one time. And I haven't been aware of what has been taught in lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taking its toll on me. I couldn't sleep well and enough. And the ridiculous thing is I put myself through all these rigorous routines and I cannot do well in exams.  It's becoming pointless. All the weeks of slacking have definitely left my brain rotten and rusty. I can sit at my table with my books for hours but I can tell you the hours spent have not been productive ones. I'm just sitting there for the sake of sitting there and comforting myself, the truth is I haven't putting in enough of effort and thinking on the subjects. I've been putting too much unnnecessary pressures on myself. I have people telling me that I'm now thinner than the already very thin me. And, I grow thinner for no reason cos I'm not doing any better in my exams! Fuck me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents kept telling me to control that social bug in me, but really, I don't see myself as that sociable. Most of my time out with friends were occassional and fuck, normally the first thing I do after my classes end every day, I go back home. I have all the time in the world to study and yet I couldn't fare reasonably well. I must be really rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing increasingly irritated with UTAR's schedule for actuarial science, which I think is killing me. There's so many subjects, so large syllabus, so many exams and so many assignments crammed into 14 weeks. I have lecturers who themselves are baffled that we even have exams and assignments in the last week of semester. We don't have time to really understand the subjects. The actuarial subjects are not like any other four-year course subjects. There's a reason for people to say actuarial science is tough. But it's being treated like any other course. That is why they have abnormal failure rate for some subjects. That failure rate coupled with the subject lecturer's own admission that the subject needs time shows that the time frame for this course is really unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the subject alone is already very tough, it's even worse when you let a stupid lecturer to teach it. The "Doctor" is freaking blur while teaching cos he comes to class unprepared, yet he has ridiculously high expectations of students, as if he's teaching a bunch of masters students. We are new to the subject but he expects us to know a lot of things and understand a lot of new things right away. His classes are really unproductive because little is learnt, defying the true purpose of a class, like in tutorials where only 3 or 4 out 20 questions are discussed. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in the end, I know I still have myself to blame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-2729024983852828702?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/2729024983852828702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=2729024983852828702&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/2729024983852828702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/2729024983852828702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/08/paying-price.html' title='Paying the price'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-7171595508808599826</id><published>2008-08-04T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T01:10:01.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Cha (Leaf Version)</title><content type='html'>I know you like leaf&lt;br /&gt;I know you do&lt;br /&gt;That’s why we can be healthy if we eat more leaves,&lt;br /&gt;I know you want leaf&lt;br /&gt;She's easy to eat&lt;br /&gt;And in the back of your mind I know you want to eat her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like leaf&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you wish your girlfriend was mad like leaf&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cha&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you wish your girlfriend was round like leaf&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you wish your girlfriend can eat like leaf&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cha&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you like flavours,&lt;br /&gt;I know you do&lt;br /&gt;That’s why leaf got 4 different seasons for you,&lt;br /&gt;Know you want green leaf&lt;br /&gt;Yellow's not good&lt;br /&gt;Sure no problem cos summer leaves are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you wish your girlfriend can kill like leaf,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you ever dare make leaf angry,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cha&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you wish your girlfriend is green like leaf, like the Hulk,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you wish your girlfriend can sleep like leaf, like the pig&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cha&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SJc3knJSjEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Xba8sxgrYNY/s1600-h/leaf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SJc3knJSjEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Xba8sxgrYNY/s400/leaf1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230710594336885826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leaf&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dun u wish yr girlfriend was hot like me..... doncha.. doncha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Muahahaha.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-7171595508808599826?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/7171595508808599826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=7171595508808599826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/7171595508808599826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/7171595508808599826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-cha-leaf-version.html' title='Don&apos;t Cha (Leaf Version)'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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://bp1.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SJc3knJSjEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Xba8sxgrYNY/s72-c/leaf1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-8862980157493868748</id><published>2008-08-01T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:14:24.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congestion</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the increasing population of human is a big problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of students in my university alone is like &lt;i style=""&gt;wow&lt;/i&gt;. University bus to my area is crammed to every inch during peak hours; students flock to class like an army of ants, there’s just so many people. The way the number of human beings multiplies nowadays is crazy. Ask anyone around you, they’ll say they want at least 2 children. We’re gonna run out of space and air to breathe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The problem with increasing population is standing out. Everyone wants to stand out and attract attention. Take a stone and throw it, you’ll hit a guy who has a super trendy punky hair. From observer’s point of view, I think it’s pathetic. People are desperate to impress each other by acting cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cut that kind of hairstyle that obstructs the eyes’ view. Then, they keep adjusting their hair to the side. What’s the point of the whole hairstyle right? Or is it just intentional to act cool? They even have super cool rare English names. But, when they open their mouth, they struggle to come out with a decent English sentence. It’s funny.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flurry of new singers, especially in the Chinese music industry, is another example of what I call desperate for attention. Many don’t have the talent, but they just want to be in the industry. And you see posters of them with all those cool poses around, I feel like throwing up. I remember in our very own local Superstar competition, the poses for their photoshoots are so geli. I don't even wanna start describing it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Oh, am I running out of topic?  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-8862980157493868748?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/8862980157493868748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=8862980157493868748&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8862980157493868748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8862980157493868748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/08/congestion.html' title='Congestion'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-6451215707568661450</id><published>2008-07-26T12:20:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:03:26.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND-BLOWING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIqvb7PSlSI/AAAAAAAAANU/zWz_LaOdjHk/s1600-h/wall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIqvb7PSlSI/AAAAAAAAANU/zWz_LaOdjHk/s400/wall2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227183211810034978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The movie was overwhelmingly breath-taking that it wasn’t overshadowed by Heath Ledger's amazing performance as the Joker. Batman the reluctant hero, Harvey Dent the face of hope in Gotham, Rachel the reason of tangle for normal life, the message of the movie, the conflicts, the kick-ass action, the effects, the realism and everything else. Christopher Nolan made a masterpiece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bank robbery in the very beginning was damn exciting, giving the movie the perfect introduction &lt;i style=""&gt;for me&lt;/i&gt;. Adrenaline right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIqw3Wbxv7I/AAAAAAAAANc/t7XD_WekgOc/s1600-h/busdriver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIqw3Wbxv7I/AAAAAAAAANc/t7XD_WekgOc/s400/busdriver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227184782478262194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grumpy&lt;/b&gt;: I'm betting The Joker told you to kill me as soon as we loaded the cash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Joker in mask&lt;/b&gt;: No, no. I kill the bus driver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grumpy&lt;/b&gt;: Bus driver? What bus driver? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; [&lt;i&gt;a school bus drives through the wall and kills Grumpy&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was really sly of Joker to instruct each accomplice to kill his partner to raise own’s stakes of the loots. In the end, Joker was left with only one easy prey to kill and the money is all his! After all the meticulous efforts of teamwork, only one got the prize. That’s a really cunning, cruel plan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I loved how he, as a complete stranger, can just crash into a mob bosses’ meeting, laughing and asking if their balls fell off, demanding for half of their loots, and none of the intimidating brawns and numbers could do anything to this &lt;i style=""&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIrPTAh_3GI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZUIs8uhJeSk/s1600-h/meeting.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIrPTAh_3GI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZUIs8uhJeSk/s400/meeting.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227218242983943266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIqzEaM1VtI/AAAAAAAAANk/bbwLkRN4p6k/s1600-h/2484043356_1c4d00a62a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You think you can just come in and steal all our money and get away with it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Joker&lt;/b&gt;: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The crazy “pencil trick” that he gleefully performed, was enough of a reason for the mobs to give in to Joker’s demands. And it was a prelude to the audience of who this Joker guy really is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Joker&lt;/b&gt;: This town deserves a better class of criminal... and I'm gonna give it to them. Tell your men they work for me now. This is *my* city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Chechen&lt;/b&gt;: They won't work for a freak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Joker&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i&gt;mocking his accent&lt;/i&gt;] A freak...&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;pulls out his switchblade and tosses it to some goons who grab the Chechen&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Joker&lt;/b&gt;: Why don't we cut you up into little pieces and feed you to your pooches? Hmm? And then we'll see how loyal a hungry dog really is. It's not about money. It's about sending a message.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He’s a really frightening, sadistic psychopath with no direction in life, an anarchist dedicated to chaos and mass killing. To him, it’s a pleasure, a sense of achievement and fulfillment in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIrQUxySK5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/B6QUr_I83Qs/s1600-h/chaos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIrQUxySK5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/B6QUr_I83Qs/s400/chaos.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227219372897086354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting terror into people is a routine like the tormenting of the fake Batman on air and the variety of horrible scar stories. They’re all freaking freaky. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq0mDX7wjI/AAAAAAAAANs/eFE4kS5FvGY/s1600-h/brian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq0mDX7wjI/AAAAAAAAANs/eFE4kS5FvGY/s400/brian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227188883350602290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joker&lt;/span&gt;: You know why I use a knife? Because I get to be up close to savor all of the... emotion. You see who people really are as they die. So, in a way, I know your friends better than you. Would you like to know which of your friends were cowards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t kill with a logical purpose. He kills just to see what people like Batman and Harvey Dent can do about it. And the more Batman thwarts his efforts, the more sense of challenge he feels and he gets more addicted to slaughter (Yeah, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;laughter is the best medicine). It becomes an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq3t3p2b1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/s0HtD1IMzjg/s1600-h/racheljoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq3t3p2b1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/s0HtD1IMzjg/s400/racheljoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227192316178362194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You wanna know how I got these scars??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I really look like a man with a plan, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Harvey&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;? I don't have a plan. The mob has plans, the cops have plans. You know what I am, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Harvey&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm like a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it. I just DO things&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way he does crimes, he involves everyone! He believes everyone is bad deep down by nature (which is partially true) and he tries to force the dark side in everyone out with all his smart tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm looking to add to my ranks, but I've only got one spot left, so we're going to have try outs." (&lt;i style=""&gt;breaks a stick to two and throws to the group of people&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants people to eat each other. He doesn’t have to do the killing part, the good people of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gotham&lt;/st1:place&gt; do it! The threats to blow up the hospitals and ships are the perfect examples of his craftiness. The cop worried for his wife in hospital tried to take Reese out for good. The passengers in both ships were impatient of blowing each others’ ship. It’s really true that in desperate times, people’s evil sides surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq5kqfoz-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VE2Mgx3JIRw/s1600-h/nurse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq5kqfoz-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VE2Mgx3JIRw/s400/nurse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227194357050298338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq7aF93cdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aXSgf6UxFVA/s1600-h/exp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq7aF93cdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aXSgf6UxFVA/s400/exp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227196374469538258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what Joker turned Harvey Dent into – a monster like himself. He was the white knight of Gotham, the face of optimism in the pessimistic city of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Gotham&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. He’s the proof that there’s still hope of humanity in the city, trying to bring peace and protect the people. But, after just one very bad, terrible day, he becomes the complete opposite. It was a big transformation in short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq6KePue9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/SK9T6YdQgLk/s1600-h/2face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq6KePue9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/SK9T6YdQgLk/s400/2face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227195006597364690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what Joker constantly tries to do against Batman, forcing him to break his one rule of mercy, to finally cross the fine line between hero and vigilante by taking out a life. But the strong stand of Batman only makes Joker loves him more. He takes advantage of it. That’s why Joker does not worry about his physical vulnerability when against Batman, he dares to not defend himself. Imagine how big of a contribution it would have been if Batman would just knock him down with his lightning fast Batpod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq8AROqeiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/86on43szGSw/s1600-h/race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq8AROqeiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/86on43szGSw/s400/race.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227197030327810594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physical beating, in fact, he loves it. Look at how wildly he laughed when he was tossed and turned by Batman in the interrogation room. It was like orgasm to him. And when Batman threw him down the building, he was laughing all the way down. What was he thinking??! He’s really insane. He’s fearless. I read that in the comics, Scarecrow once used the fear gas on Joker, and it didn’t fucking work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq8j9kTArI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vT5NcDx6Cbg/s1600-h/whack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq8j9kTArI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vT5NcDx6Cbg/s400/whack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227197643525128882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You seen Harvey Dent? You know where Harvey Dent is? You know where Harvey Dent is? I need to talk to Harvey Dent."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dent, dent, dent, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Harvey&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; dent, oh! excuse me, i wanna drive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooo you wanna play come on....... come on"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I remember studying a short story in secondary school’s literature about a scientist inventing a sound machine. They called him mad because he was meticulous with every detail of his daily life, his process of inventing especially. Now what do you call Joker? That’s pure madness to the extent that he’s not mad! There are chilling theories that he’s actually not crazy, in fact he’s so sane that he sees more clearly than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIrPrlzZXuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4EWQaSK3J0Q/s1600-h/breathe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIrPrlzZXuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4EWQaSK3J0Q/s400/breathe.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227218665305890530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;breathing the refreshing air of chaos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No… I’m not crazy.”&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"see I’m not a monster.... i’m just ahead of the curve"&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No, I’m not done with his madness. Remember how he burnt the mountain of money? It’s a jaw-dropping moment especially that it was a crazy amount of money to have and he was &lt;i style=""&gt;sliding&lt;/i&gt; down the money mountain just moments before. And he burnt it? He’s fucking awesome. Yeah, money is not everything huh? HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq96B3GuEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/U5mRAtRWe-g/s1600-h/burn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIq96B3GuEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/U5mRAtRWe-g/s400/burn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227199122146506818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And the scene in the hospital when Joker asked &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Harvey&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to shoot him with the gun pointing point-blank at his head? The whole conversation was bloody intense! It’s freaking mad of him that he doesn’t care &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Harvey&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was gonna pull the trigger any second. He just doesn’t care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Joker ever eager to test out Batman’s stance and Batman’s continual refusal to kill him, it was always going to be an everlasting rivalry. It’s what makes the relationship between Batman and Joker special. In the comics, Joker is really immortal, making a comeback each time no matter how impossible it was to survive an ordeal. But unfortunately, we’re not gonna see it in the movies franchise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIrAW5P8qkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ipFSF5ewXfU/s1600-h/truck.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIrAW5P8qkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ipFSF5ewXfU/s400/truck.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227201817074248258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I feel a bit discouraged to watch the next Batman movie with Two-face as the villain. I don’t like his theory of fair chance by flipping the coin. But, the fact that it’ll still be a CHRISTOPHER NOLAN movie is already a big reason to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joker&lt;/b&gt;: "You just couldn't let me go, could you? I guess this is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You are truly incorruptible, aren't you? You won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of righteousness . . . and I won't kill you because you're too damn fun. You complete me. We're going to do this forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nutcase really had Batman stressed out and busier than ever. It’s just too hard for Bruce to cope with his every fatal move. The innocent citizens and people dear to him were put into danger because of his relationship with Joker. All the dilemmas he had – surrendering himself for good and thriving on the hope on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Harvey&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and thinking about finally wetting his hand with blood to solve the problem once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIrKK_m22wI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_ggwirk954M/s1600-h/fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIrKK_m22wI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_ggwirk954M/s400/fly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227212607738796802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Rachel was blown up as he got tricked to save &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Harvey&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; instead of Rachel, I thought it had to be the lowest moment of his life. Another loved one taken away from him after his parents. I really thought there was no reason left for him to carry on as the Batman. Saving the city – for what? He’s all alone now, without friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIrK6BE5JII/AAAAAAAAAPE/MODaF3mPc7g/s1600-h/bruce.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIrK6BE5JII/AAAAAAAAAPE/MODaF3mPc7g/s400/bruce.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227213415587062914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he never gave up. Sacrificing himself to take the blame for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Harvey&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s killings says it all. For what happened to Rachel and for his identity, he was in position to be the scapegoat. And he was WILLING. He’s a really big character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son&lt;/b&gt;: Why is he running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Gordon&lt;/b&gt;: Because we have to chase him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Son&lt;/b&gt;: He didn’t do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the accompanying ending music by Hans Zimmer was really fitting to wrap up the movie. I felt like crying, although I was a bit disappointed not to see Joker involved in the ending. But, I just have to mention, Hans Zimmer’s music throughout the movie was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIrNR0BcAlI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Zn7w7UbhUwc/s1600-h/end.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIrNR0BcAlI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Zn7w7UbhUwc/s400/end.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227216023423025746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A great piece of work The Dark Knight is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-6451215707568661450?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/6451215707568661450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=6451215707568661450&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/6451215707568661450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/6451215707568661450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/07/mind-blowing.html' title='MIND-BLOWING'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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://bp1.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SIqvb7PSlSI/AAAAAAAAANU/zWz_LaOdjHk/s72-c/wall2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-5683976329883469060</id><published>2008-07-14T18:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:02:07.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>There are some things about certain type of girls that I dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, girls trying to teach guys how to treat girlfriends. In Friendster, many girls post bulletins with titles like the perfect boyfriend, how many guys are willing to do that today, why girls cry, about women, 50 ways how to treat girlfriends, bla bla bla. Secondly, girls saying things like oh, my boyfriend should be like this, like that, only guys with this kind of body figure or character can court me and the list goes on. I am actually annoyed by all these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I understand very well all these wants because they are unwritten rules. They are all very true and perfectly normal. I have nothing against people who think that way. But the thing is, when you publicly "announce" it, it gets on my nerves. It all sounds to me that girls are so majestic, so highly that guys have to impress them, give the world to them, take the moon down for them and whatever. &lt;del&gt;But, when guys teach girls how to treat boyfriends, I support them.&lt;/del&gt; Fact is, whether guys or girls do that, it is still ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to demand such things? Are you the perfect person with good looks, hourglass body figure and with the kind of character every person dream of in their partner? If yes, then I have no qualms about you laying down the rules and requirements in your hunt for your Mr/Mrs Right. But, I'm not interested to know. It's pretty much the same theory with the "arrogance is confidence" thing. When you're good, you can be arrogant. When you're a good-looking, personally attractive person, you can demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this realistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-5683976329883469060?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/5683976329883469060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=5683976329883469060&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5683976329883469060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5683976329883469060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-are-some-things-about-certain.html' title='Random'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-4372771007316122313</id><published>2008-07-09T15:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:41:44.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do we fall?</title><content type='html'>So we can learn to pick ourselves up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220907718673289490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SHRj6Jid0RI/AAAAAAAAANM/CGl8ZF6YgHE/s400/fall.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was that life-altering fall that started everything. The death of Bruce's parents, the revengeful anger that never fade but grows, the isolation, the fateful meeting with Ra's, the making of his combat skills, leading to the ultimate birth of Batman. All in all, he took 7 long years to pick himself up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220907272080245170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SHRjgJ2YwbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IH35OezeFDo/s400/bale.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I fell today. I screwed up my stats test. It's not to say that I'll fail it, but considering everything prior to the exam, i'll consider it screwed up. I actually pontenged one whole day to prepare for the exam. I had all the time in the world to get ready for it. With that, I expected more out of this test. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After going through 2 hours of stocproc exam, all of a sudden, 1 hour for this seemed too fast. I took some sweet time on the first question, and when i finished it, it was about 20minutes to the end. Immediately, I went frantic, mind raced, and blackout. I didn't finish that second question, and to make me more depressed, I was actually looking at the similar question just before the exam. I should have known how to do. Haih&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As much as I want to mourn, I don't have the luxury and time to get "carried away" with this disappointment. Another do-or-die exam coming up. I'm already up and walking, but not studying yet, cos I'm writing this. Heck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-4372771007316122313?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/4372771007316122313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=4372771007316122313&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4372771007316122313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4372771007316122313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-do-we-fall.html' title='why do we fall?'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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://bp3.blogger.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SHRj6Jid0RI/AAAAAAAAANM/CGl8ZF6YgHE/s72-c/fall.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-439099722364652397</id><published>2008-07-03T15:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:01:14.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things come in small packages?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm beginning to feel more comfortable with my height. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among my good ol' Klang friends, i'm among the shortest, if not the shortest. Although I still have around 2 years or so to catch up, I don't think I'll ever shoot up since I don't play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being short for a guy does damages to his self-esteem. I get teased about it occasinally cos sometimes I look like a small kid with my choice of clothes and clothes size. As a guy, of course you want to stand tall and look like a man. It's a big disadvantage in terms of attracting girls. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over the years, I've come to realise that it's pointless getting frustrated because I know my efforts normally are short-lived and I won't go to the extreme to grow taller. I accept my height. Afterall, in a way, being short is not entirely bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look at a group of tall people with an odd short one(outlier eh?), which particular person do you notice? Hehe. In a way, I "stand out". I remember in the Korean drama "Stairway to Heaven", the main actor, a director or whatever of the company is quite a short guy by their normal standard. And he walks around with a gang of taller, bigger-sized subordinates and bodyguards following from behind, all in tuxedos. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's inspiring. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-439099722364652397?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/439099722364652397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=439099722364652397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/439099722364652397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/439099722364652397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-things-come-in-small-packages-hehe.html' title='Good things come in small packages?'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-3643702719212255345</id><published>2008-06-26T16:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:35:44.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random rant...</title><content type='html'>I'm getting more and more frustrated with some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my timetable. Before, I had only one 8am class and my days in uni usually end accordingly to the bus schedule where I come out from the classroom straight into the bus. Now, after the many changes, I have three 8am classes and I have to wait at least 45 minutes for the damn bus to get back home for majority of the days! Come on, it's Euro's month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have the option of following friends' cars home(which I did today), but I dislike the feeling of asking for a favour. What's more, it's almost on daily basis that I am in need of transport back home and I'm not good friends to any of my coursemates. It will only increase the feeling of indebtedness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, my lecturer. Among all my lecturers this semester, one particular lecturer stands out. It's not the one i said i admire, it's one that I hate the most. The hatred grows with time, in fact, the word "hate" can easily upgrade to "despise" in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a guy, a more than qualified lecturer with doctorate, short, round, fleshy, specky, and looks so innocent, and carries a fat backpack which resembles himself to class. From first impression alone, he's already far behind the lecturer whom i said i admire(not to mention the real running race).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me so irritated with this doctor is, sometimes he has a glass of teh tarik in class-taking refreshing sips while pausing, he's clumsy, he comes to class unprepared (probably bcos he thinks he's a doctor), he's freaking blur, he needs a lot of pauses to think over the facts he's teaching us, he needs to be corrected all the time, sometimes he insists his steps are correct although basically it's already wrong(it feels funny when he still insist), he makes funny, disgusting noises with his nose while talking(pity the mic), he blows his nose out loud out of sudden in the middle of the class, he uses the tissue he blew his nose with to wipe the board, he writes with invisible marker pen ink, he uses font size "smallest" on the board, he writes piles of shit on the board, he writes more than he speaks, he introduces the ridiculous rule of allowing only 5 of out of 20 tutorial questions to be discussed and he wants us to do the questions ourselves and hand them up when we don't have a single idea what he does in lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what i said about confidence? Yeah, this lecturer has the confidence. I can see it from his face when he explains things. But, how the heck can you trust or admire or respect this guy after you read the previous paragraph? In fact, I feel funny looking at his innocent face when he's lecturing. He can just write one grandmother story on the board, and anytime you have to erase everything you just copied and start from square one again because the whole thing is wrong. It's not just once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazes me more is why the heck only 2 or 3 students failed his subject??! The students must have passed through self-study and sheer hard work. I feel so grateful when I finally got the reference books for the subject. Have been like a stranger to the subject and now, I finally got to know a thing or two about wats the subject about. Who's the better teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already thinking about what to write for the end-of-semester evaluation of the lecturers, but soon I realised it could be very risky because as far I know, he's the head lecturer, he's a doctor and I think he's got some high-level post in the uni organisation(with great power comes great possibility of power abuse). Before I knew it, I could be barred from the exam or sitting for the supplementary exam or seeing his innocent face again in his class next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, when my friends and I passed by him near the com lab, I said, "Look, our favourite lecturer". My friend smiled and said "Don't too loud ah..". I soften down a bit but then after thinking for a while, wasn't it a compliment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know, u can tell me of what I could have done in terms of my own effort. I could have asked my friends on the subject, or check out for useful books in the library, spend some 5 hours on the subject a day, surf for info on the net, sit in the first row and ask questions and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you're right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-3643702719212255345?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/3643702719212255345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=3643702719212255345&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/3643702719212255345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/3643702719212255345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-rant.html' title='random rant...'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-1984469349643954542</id><published>2008-06-24T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:30:17.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrogance is confidence</title><content type='html'>"Maybe people always kick me because i'm too good. I don't know why."    &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SGD6kW6FLSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4fzAAqdv7sg/s1600-h/ron-cocky.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SGD6kW6FLSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4fzAAqdv7sg/s400/ron-cocky.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215443871026457890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yes, arrogance is confidence. If you are very good in what you do, you have the licence  to be arrogant. People don't have reason to tell you off because you have the quality, the substance, the value to the society. In fact, in general, many girls like arrogant guys for their confidence and unpredictability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I have the utmost respect for people who have the substance. For example, I really admire one of my lecturers who is very good in his math field. He can just enter the lecture hall with a thin set of self-made notes, a small plastic bag of marker pens and duster for the board, and get the lecture going. And there's this bit of arrogance about him that impresses me more - his confident look on his face, the sleaves rolled up his arm, the way he walks and talks. I would feel rather intimidated to talk to him because of his overwhelming confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the thing about arrogance that annoys me here is, people who are yet to achieve anything in life, and yet they are arrogant - people who are arrogant for the wrong reasons. For instance, good-looking people who become cocky because of the attention they get. The pride that comes from the constant attention gets into these people and make them think they are important people in the society. Fact is, they have nothing to show off. Beauty is not a talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, if you have a degree, you speak good English, then you show off to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, by the way, I have bad news for Chelsea fans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SGEDwlzMecI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dytVyVi9FbA/s1600-h/terybigbig4deg6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SGEDwlzMecI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dytVyVi9FbA/s400/terybigbig4deg6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215453976787188162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after missing the decisive penalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-1984469349643954542?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/1984469349643954542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=1984469349643954542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/1984469349643954542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/1984469349643954542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/06/arrogance-is-confidence.html' title='Arrogance is confidence'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SGD6kW6FLSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4fzAAqdv7sg/s72-c/ron-cocky.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-1810831483957737740</id><published>2008-06-18T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:13:59.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>charged my hand</title><content type='html'>I got electrocuted today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to check out the light bulb that was not working and forgot to switch off the power(the stupidest thing people can ever do). After taking out the bulb, I accidentally touched the power source point and I could feel strong electric current travelling from my middle fingertip up to my shoulder. Of course, normal reflex pulled my hand out before my whole body gets roasted. Playing safe, although there were no aftermath effects, I visited the doctor and got good news. But, until now, I am actually still worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, logic doesn't really happen all the time. Like Tomohiro Kato, no logic explains his actions. When u tease someone harmlessly, that someone may feel the need to bash you up, which is the reason I always prefer to stay out of trouble. Some people die of unexplained natural causes. Some people may look at his best health today but tomorrow is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-1810831483957737740?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/1810831483957737740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=1810831483957737740&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/1810831483957737740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/1810831483957737740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-electrocuted-today.html' title='charged my hand'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-4109079324056824330</id><published>2008-06-10T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:27:28.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joker-wannabe</title><content type='html'>"Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the many proofs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SE9Z_bZk5bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/71fJ7aAh2Fw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SE9Z_bZk5bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/71fJ7aAh2Fw/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210482240112616882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This damn guy drove a truck and rammed into pedestrians deliberately, then came down and went on a stabbing spree, which killed 7 people in total. Motive? No motive. It's surely mental problem, like Joker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-4109079324056824330?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/4109079324056824330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=4109079324056824330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4109079324056824330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4109079324056824330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-men-arent-looking-for-anything.html' title='Joker-wannabe'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SE9Z_bZk5bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/71fJ7aAh2Fw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-5145087521726045435</id><published>2008-06-08T13:09:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:36:02.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Joke is on you</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004801/"&gt;Mayor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What've we got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000198/"&gt;Lt. James Gordon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Nothing. No name, no other alias. Clothing is... custom. Nothing in his pockets but knives and lint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEt_aa9zxMI/AAAAAAAAALw/qF7SNPg_rfA/s1600-h/dark_knight_ver7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEt_aa9zxMI/AAAAAAAAALw/qF7SNPg_rfA/s400/dark_knight_ver7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209397485876004034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here is my card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooohhh... Joker makes me insanely passionate about the next Batman movie, The Dark Knight, due to be released on July 18. This one is way bigger than Batman Begins.  I can't get enough of Joker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEuCfl6XCjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8tcqxlQPSxg/s1600-h/dark_knight_ver5_xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEuCfl6XCjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8tcqxlQPSxg/s400/dark_knight_ver5_xlg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209400873248557618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;coming to cut the joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the theme of the show, which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grim&lt;/span&gt;, like Harvey Dent said, "The night is darkest just before the dawn." In Gotham city, which is a hopeless, corrupted city ruled by endless crimes, things are bleak, people die gruesomely, citizens are always terrified and safety is last. It's a worse feeling than the fear of doomsday cos in this place you're so innocent to deserve something like that. I think the current world is becoming more like Gotham bcos "Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEuDj2cH63I/AAAAAAAAAMI/etUxcjiggzw/s1600-h/dark_knight_xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEuDj2cH63I/AAAAAAAAAMI/etUxcjiggzw/s400/dark_knight_xlg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209402045916244850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear "I knew the mob wouldn't go down without a fight. But this is different. They crossed the line.  ", you know there's a new challenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEt46M7zisI/AAAAAAAAALQ/a0IBB-1f7c8/s1600-h/dark_knight_ver3_xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEt46M7zisI/AAAAAAAAALQ/a0IBB-1f7c8/s400/dark_knight_ver3_xlg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209390335283923650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Evening, Commissioner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger's portrayal of Joker is really scary, even Morgan Freeman, as Lucius Fox was left terrified until he forgot his lines. The way he leaves his trail, with the burning Joker card, the way he hit eye contact with you, the way he screams like mad man, he really scares the shit out of you. When he said "People will die. I am a man of my word(plus that devilish laughter)", I believe he meant it. And, he brought chaos throughout the city of Gotham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the psychopath. He's crazy, insane, deranged, and terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEt7Xx4zgfI/AAAAAAAAALY/V0xbEdJ2Ef0/s1600-h/joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEt7Xx4zgfI/AAAAAAAAALY/V0xbEdJ2Ef0/s400/joker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209393042442912242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This city deserves a better class of criminal and I'm gonna give it to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in between all those insanities of killing people brutally, driving people insane, terrorizing the people, he can still have good sense of humour. That kind of humour that is funny but the victims are too terrified to think it's hilarious. I like the part where he crashed into the night ball, shooting in the air and saying "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We're tonight's entertainment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's that kind of villain that leaves you constantly worrying what he will do next. Even Batman was nervous and didn't know how to deal with him. He told Alfred "People are dying. What would you have me do?". Last time, Bruce Wayne overcome his fear of bats and thought he became fearless. This is different. This guy is clearly a sick nuisance capable of doing anything shitty enough. And he will always be breathing down Bruce's neck. It's a whole new level of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEt9-9sVqPI/AAAAAAAAALg/N--Mpmlrhu4/s1600-h/dark_knight_ver12_xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEt9-9sVqPI/AAAAAAAAALg/N--Mpmlrhu4/s400/dark_knight_ver12_xlg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209395914650003698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why... so... serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Gotham banking on him alone to face this monster, it's a big demand of him. Bruce is afterall just a normal superpower-less human being, who needs a normal life and love too. The way he has to suppress his fears everytime he puts on his Batsuit, it takes a lot of courage and sacrifice cos he does it all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEuAa5eIu0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/VTMKMsK_WXw/s1600-h/dark_knight_ver13_xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEuAa5eIu0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/VTMKMsK_WXw/s400/dark_knight_ver13_xlg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209398593576287042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's one hell of a movie, that is worth the hours wasted on writing this blog entry. Yeah, I'm one sick guy who loves Joker. July 18 is a joke. Why the hell so long??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEt-2AHTgqI/AAAAAAAAALo/8tFe7KcZXKU/s1600-h/dark_knight_ver14_xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEt-2AHTgqI/AAAAAAAAALo/8tFe7KcZXKU/s400/dark_knight_ver14_xlg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209396860192785058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's all... part of the plan.&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/8582106441434228249-5145087521726045435?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/5145087521726045435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=5145087521726045435&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5145087521726045435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5145087521726045435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/06/joke-is-on-you.html' title='the Joke is on you'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEt_aa9zxMI/AAAAAAAAALw/qF7SNPg_rfA/s72-c/dark_knight_ver7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-3316753710528353167</id><published>2008-06-07T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:23:28.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>degrading criminals</title><content type='html'>criminals like rapists, robbers, thieves and even loiterers are sampah masyarakat. From loiterers, they are promoted to thieves, then to robbers, then to rapists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loiterers are stupid people who sit at the shopping complex corridor for the whole day, doing nothing except smoking, talking trash, staring and whistling at girls. They have nothing better to do in their lives. I walk past them, feeling disgusted everytime, and feeling like spitting at them or just throwing some coins at them. Thieves and robbers are selfish people who have a pair of capable hands and legs each, but refuse to use them to right worth. Rapists are sex-addicts who think people's assholes are for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people has no worth or value to the society. They are failures who don't achieve anything in life and don't deserve to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-3316753710528353167?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/3316753710528353167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=3316753710528353167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/3316753710528353167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/3316753710528353167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/06/degrading-criminals.html' title='degrading criminals'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-3298325019266691344</id><published>2008-06-06T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:24:35.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insecurities</title><content type='html'>never thought i would write this cos it's embarrassing and who knows, when girls know my weaknesses, they would kick me out of potential bf list. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am quite a pampered child, really. From young, I have been brought up in a comfortable environment and my parents never really made me do things or taught me. And so, the now me is a blur kid who doesn't do house chores and a whole lot of other basic things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot things about me that are laughable. The way I sweep or mop the floor. The consistent clumsiness and all. As much as I feel like a failure cos I dont help out with house chores, laziness always wins over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up being fetched by people of course, but I never really pay attention or tried to remember roads and locations. Yea, I have a bad sense of direction. I live in Klang but there're a lot of places that I don't know how to go. Nowadays, it improves a bit lah cos I drive more often, but there's so much that I still need to learn. I remembered once I drove my friends to collect ang pows during CNY and I brought them to "Holland". It was kinda embarrassing cos I was fetching 2 girls some more! And the worse thing is, I forgot where is the girls' houses ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is complicated, but I always kinda refuse to accept the complexities of things. I try to take things easy and  simple, and be more accepting of whatever situations that come although sometimes it doesn't make sense. I mean, I tend to avoid thinking too much and accept things as they are. Sometimes, when I do that, I sound stupid. If you know what I mean. I bet you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I must admit that I'm one who appreciate my time at home. I think I inherited it from my dad, cos my dad usually prefers to sleep through his free time rather than go out. That's why sometimes I rejected fren's invitations to go out bcos of laziness. But, I do have the going-out urge la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really admire my male friends who has scars from injuries like falling from bike or stuff like that. Growing up being at home most of the time, needless to say, I am normally injury-free. It's not something to be proud of for me. Sometimes, I enjoy getting injured like bruises or swells from playing futsal. But, I always escape unscathed from the games. Players are grateful for that, but I wonder why I don't get injured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-3298325019266691344?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/3298325019266691344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=3298325019266691344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/3298325019266691344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/3298325019266691344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/06/insecurities.html' title='insecurities'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-517805327307994697</id><published>2008-06-05T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:01:15.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the male brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEf39LOJ0TI/AAAAAAAAALA/pckYLKtDhmc/s1600-h/MaleBrain_6-22-06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEf39LOJ0TI/AAAAAAAAALA/pckYLKtDhmc/s400/MaleBrain_6-22-06.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208404124433502514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took this from JuinGiap's friendster profile. It's freaking funny and most of the time, True.&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/8582106441434228249-517805327307994697?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/517805327307994697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=517805327307994697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/517805327307994697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/517805327307994697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-took-this-from-juingiaps-friendster.html' title='the male brain'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SEf39LOJ0TI/AAAAAAAAALA/pckYLKtDhmc/s72-c/MaleBrain_6-22-06.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-5661064194742043824</id><published>2008-06-04T17:24:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:37:16.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indirect sarcasm</title><content type='html'>Indirect sarcasm is an art. I mean, to me, it is a very classy way of "shooting" people or talking back. Rather than being straight and making a person instantly angry, it is better still to beat around the bush, say something different but will ultimately lead to the intended meaning, letting the victim do some thinking before figuring out the real meaning. When the victim could not understand the indirect meaning, it makes him or her look silly. When the victim understands, heck cool. Sometimes, the in-between pauses before the victim really understands it also make them look foolish enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the good part is, we never really say what we mean. The victim cannot directly blame or scold us bcos we didn't actually say it! The meaning of what we say depends on individual interpretation sometimes. You can always deny that you intended to mean it, with that yeah-i-mean-it look on your face. How frustrating will that be for the victim? Cos deep in the heart, the victim knows it, feels "pedas" but cannot do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people are being unreasonable in quarrels and it is no point to explain or reason with them. In these situations, indirect sarcasm works best. We can admit defeat in an irritating way like "Yea, I can't do all these cos i'm not as "smart" as some people. His IQ is so high.. bla bla bla."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, most of the time, this method is useful. You can spare the time spent on defending yourself and instead, admit defeat but make the winner look stupid. You don't need to win arguments with unreasonable people. Indirectly, you are the winner already cos in the end the one who feels the heavier embarrassment is not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is obvious that people who keep shooting you just wants to irritate the hell out of you and make you angry. When you're angry, he/she wins. The more angry you are, the more you fight back and defend yourself, the happier he/she is. It is a trap for you to fall in. These people are prepared for arguments and have the points ready. So, you will only feel angrier and angrier at the end of the quarrel. Victory for the shooter. So, in these situations, we don't need to defend ourselves. We can just admit defeat by saying "yeah, I'm stupid" with that sarcastic, irritating oh-i'm-actually-stupid look on our faces. In your heart, you don't care what the person says. With that thick face, we are emotionally immune to their verbal abuse. We don't need to feel angry unnecessarily for the wrong reasons for the rest of the day bcos we have a life to get on with. And we can always take comfort from the fact that these people are so free to irritate us because we must have something that they are jealous of, or dengki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, the main question to whether you need to defend yourself is, who is the person shooting you. Of course, if a close friend or direct family member talks bad about you, it hurts. You need to defend yourself bcos you care for your relationship with them. If some unimportant people comments negatively about you, why bother to defend youself or even care? They are not somebody to you. Their comments and what they think are not important to you. Unless if it affects your circle of friends' impression on you then you need to do something lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'd like to learn more of indirect sarcasm cos it feels good when you manage to pull it off. But, most of the time, I feel it's better to be conservative a bit and stay out of trouble. If you lose arguments, you feel down in the dumps, thinking about it for the rest of the day. If you win arguments, you never know what sore losers will do to you next. After you say that you don't mean something with that yeah-i-mean-it face, the victim may give you a sweet punch on your innocent face. However, all these problems are bound to happen, so it's how wisely you deal with it that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-5661064194742043824?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/5661064194742043824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=5661064194742043824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5661064194742043824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5661064194742043824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/06/indirect-sarcasm-is-art.html' title='indirect sarcasm'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-8215172382010555259</id><published>2008-05-29T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T02:11:31.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haihh... study....</title><content type='html'>One uni semester is like one season long of the football premier league. Its long, draining and exhausting. I think maintaining the motivation is very important to keep you going for the rest of the semester, like keeping the passion for the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When last semester began, I was just back from the 3 months plus long holiday, and I was not fresh, still in the holiday mood. Concentration, keeping up-to-date with lectures, doing tutorials, exams were all problems. Plus, there was the Chinese new year holidays. In short, I was slacking like shit. I took some time to recover, slowly getting my rhythm back. But, it came at an expense. I sacrificed a lot of time and had to double the effort since I was left out so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very important to have a good start. You would prefer doing things on schedule than doing all last minute in a short period of time, which is insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-8215172382010555259?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/8215172382010555259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=8215172382010555259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8215172382010555259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8215172382010555259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-uni-semester-is-like-one-season.html' title='haihh... study....'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-7512606252280060995</id><published>2008-05-29T00:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:08:35.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat happened??</title><content type='html'>I used to have a close female friend since my last year holidays. It was a platonic friendship because she is 2 years older than me and she had a steady boyfriend of 5 years. We actually spent a lot of time together through daily work, activities and trip, and we had fun together. We used to be chatting all night during the holidays and I would usually share my problems with her because she was so caring as a friend, good listener and she made me felt comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, after the new year started, we continued on our different paths of uni life, and we were very less in touch. Up to a point, she started to treat me coldly- giving one-liners in msn conversations, didn't reply my sms, rejecting our yum cha sessions and finally locking up her blog to personal blogger friends only. All these cues are very subtle and it could be just me being over-suspicious, but there is certainly a big difference between last time and now. I can't help to think that it was me that caused it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it is because of my tendency to take advantage of her care by talking about my problems all the time and neglecting her feelings and problems totally. I may have gone overboard with her, treating her like a listener, turning to her only when I have problems and then ignorant of her own problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I was kinda two-faced. I know, many people think of me as an innocent guy and she likes the innocence of me. But, I am not completely innocent inside. Sometimes, I can be mean and cruel. The different faces that show through time maybe made her realize she was wrong and she started to lose the interest in the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be my selfish nature of not making the effort to keep in touch with her after new year. She was actually the one taking the initiative to make plans to meet up while I just waited to be invited. When she doesn't do it, me either didn't make much effort to catch up with her news through sms or set up a reunion. I don't have the habit of planning things. When only one party is doing much of the work to keep the friendship going strong, she gets frustrated. I know, I suck. I really hate myself for not appreciating such a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about all these possible causes, it drives me crazy- the wondering and guessing game is torturous. Whether or not the reasons above are the real causes, I admit that sometimes I was aware I was doing it, but still I never change the bad habits. I feel really bad for what I have done. I am really sorry. I know it is now on me to make things better, but sorry seems to be the hardest word. I don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-7512606252280060995?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/7512606252280060995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=7512606252280060995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/7512606252280060995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/7512606252280060995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/05/wat-happened.html' title='wat happened??'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-4039865568808326743</id><published>2008-05-26T15:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:39:38.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calling names...</title><content type='html'>Chinese names today are becoming more and more creative. People now tend to assimilate foreign names especially English into their children's Chinese names, like how the Malay language borrows heavily from English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Ng Jenny or Ng Jen Nee, Lee Mary, Tan Alex, all of which are just my examples but really, there're a lot of similar names nowadays. Last time, the English words are supposed to be their Christian or English names, which is placed before the surname. Now, they have totally been "&lt;em&gt;Chinese-d"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because when you identify someone with his/her English names too much, the Chinese names are usually forgotten or even ignored. So, they might as well put it as their Chinese names. Although sometimes I do think that we, as Chinese should stick to Chinese names as it is our identity, I admit it's always easier to remember English names. And I know I myself am a Chinese illiterate and I'm kinda shameful to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, some people go to the extreme with names. Recently, I saw one: &lt;em&gt;Chen Caesar&lt;/em&gt;. This is the ultimate one and it's so omg. He even put Julius as his English name. I mean, we as Malaysians will never get used to calling our own people exotic names like this in Malaysia. It's very awkward and weird. In fact, people make fun of it. "Caesar? Caesar?" almost like "scissor? scissor?". Yes, me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-4039865568808326743?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/4039865568808326743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=4039865568808326743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4039865568808326743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4039865568808326743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/05/chinese-names-today-are-becoming-more.html' title='calling names...'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-2615983926860265337</id><published>2008-05-23T22:31:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T03:42:50.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE EPIC VICTORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There it is. Manchester United is the champions of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;! The match is one of the most amazing games that I have ever watched. Nail-biting, nerve-wrecking, heart-weakening(you need a heart of Ironman to watch this game) and it really brought out the emotions in fans, especially me. It had everything you can ask for- passion, tension, great footwork, great moves, great saves, a bit of compassion, fights, red card, yellow cards, tears, elation and some wonderful open football ....... the most emotional day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbWkv79HQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DVM58GwHHLE/s1600-h/jump.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbWkv79HQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DVM58GwHHLE/s400/jump.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203582346304756994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Paul Scholes broke his nose early in the game and had a lot of blood oozing out, I was so worried because it would be a disaster for him if his involvement in the game was to end that way. But he came back after treatment to perform brilliantly when he combined with Brown to create the Ronaldo goal. The '99 final memories is now finally behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbYBf79HVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/sJDdU0wEyMI/s1600-h/scholess.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbYBf79HVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/sJDdU0wEyMI/s400/scholess.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203583939737623890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 42 will always be a special number that I will remember because it is the number of goals Ronaldo scored overall in this season and it is the number of my house address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When Tevez and Carrick missed 3 golden chances, the pain was excruciating. They were so agonizingly close to wrapping up the game by half time. Instead, they conceded a very unlucky goal just before half-time and won it the hard way, all the way to extra-time and penalty shootout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; took confidence from the equalizer and then dominated the second half. Suddenly, I felt like it was &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/st1:city&gt; again cos we were under so much pressure from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;'s attacks and we couldn't hold on to possession and create chances. You can't tell how much relief I felt when Drogba and Lampard's shots on goal hit the posts and away from the goal. The tension was so immense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbWuP79HRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qJLiUWXH9jE/s1600-h/lampbar-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbWuP79HRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qJLiUWXH9jE/s400/lampbar-500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203582509513514258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I felt increasingly frustrated as all the beautiful chances that United created was either missed, saved or cleared off the line. Petr Cech saved 2 in the 1st half and when Terry headed Giggs' seemingly destined-to-be goal shot away, the frustration hit maximum. I thought if we were to lose that game, it was going to be the darkest day of my life thinking how they missed all those chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, my friend received a false sms update that &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; scored. I was very depressed for a very long period of the game, thinking that I was going to see &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; score in a few minutes time. But, fortunately it was a goal that never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was made all the more tense when the players started to fight 5 minutes before the shootout. The &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; players were angry because Tevez deliberately kicked the ball out for a throw-in instead of passing it to Cech as a mark of showmanship. It's ridiculous for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to act that way bcos they did it twice earlier in the game!! Though I didn't really know what was the cause at that time, when I saw Drogba being shown the red card for slapping Vidic, I was so happy and disgusted at the same time. Go off you fucker Drogba. Good as you may be, but you are such a shame and disgrace. Diver, actor, temperamental, whiner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbViP79HOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QtYg5CvzmdU/s1600-h/drogba-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbViP79HOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QtYg5CvzmdU/s400/drogba-500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203581203843456226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When it reached shootout, I thought the sending off was of no impact to our hopes of winning the game. But, I was very confident of Van der Sar cos earlier in the season he saved a hattrik of penalty kicks from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; players in the Community Shield. But it went so wrong that of all people, Ronaldo missed his kick and Van der Sar couldn't save any of first four. It became too stressful to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbXTf79HTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ega1pubjj4g/s1600-h/ron-pen-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbXTf79HTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ega1pubjj4g/s400/ron-pen-500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203583149463641394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When John Terry stepped up to take &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;'s final kick that was to be the winning kick if he scored it, I thought it was going to be the lowest moment of my life. I was prepared to cry my heart out. As nervous I am, but I never really thought he would miss it or Van der Sar would save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my surprise, he slipped at the most important moment and missed it. It was crazy. We were all so happy. It was like a patient whose heart has stopped beating coming back to life again and the heart started to beat again. The glimmer of hope started to shine brightly. The dim fire of the candle suddenly became a blaze. At that moment, we started to believe again. I felt like we were already almost there and it was going to be fate that we win it. Now I believe it that there can be miracles when we believe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbYR_79HWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jrExGVbqEgU/s1600-h/terry-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbYR_79HWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jrExGVbqEgU/s400/terry-500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203584223205465442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When Van der Sar saved Anelka's kick, we were celebrating and shouting like mad people. We were euphoric. It was the best moment of my life. It's difficult to describe the euphoria. Nothing beats this. Suddenly, I feel like my life is so much more meaningful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbXsv79HUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BJdy9ZNmHeE/s1600-h/save.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbXsv79HUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BJdy9ZNmHeE/s400/save.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203583583255338306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbWNv79HPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FY6cXpNiv5s/s1600-h/euphoria.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbWNv79HPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FY6cXpNiv5s/s400/euphoria.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203581951167765746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbW8f79HSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0PklFa-5lpk/s1600-h/picsrv.manutd.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbW8f79HSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0PklFa-5lpk/s400/picsrv.manutd.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203582754326650146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's fate that Man Utd has to win this. I don't care if you come to me and tell me that Man Utd is lucky to win, Chelsea deserved to win or anything like that. At the end of the debate, the champions is still Man Utd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbY0f79HXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XCsZ-fG85KE/s1600-h/trophy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbY0f79HXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XCsZ-fG85KE/s400/trophy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203584815910952306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hail Manchester United the double champion!&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/8582106441434228249-2615983926860265337?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/2615983926860265337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=2615983926860265337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/2615983926860265337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/2615983926860265337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-it-is.html' title='THE EPIC VICTORY'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SDbWkv79HQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DVM58GwHHLE/s72-c/jump.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-5418142274634113186</id><published>2008-05-22T07:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:16:50.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a season....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Words can't describe this. We are king of Europe!! I will write one long grandmother story on the CL final, but before that, this is on the premier league:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barclays English Premier League Winner 17th time&lt;br /&gt;2007/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCqNEyTcX5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/IOd4EAL7bbA/s1600-h/trophy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCqNEyTcX5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/IOd4EAL7bbA/s400/trophy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200123833114976146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another glorious season for Manchester United, which saw them making their presence immensely felt on all fronts- the Premier League, FA cup and UEFA Champions League. Now at the end of the 2007/08 season, I am proud to present to you my analysis on Man Utd's success-filled season, on their way towards glory. Muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the summer last year, the Red Devils, having just retained the league title after a 3 year hiatus, splashed some hefty 40 million pounds on Oliveira Anderson, Luis Nani, Owen Hargreaves and Carlos Tevez to bolster the squad to increase their chances in all competitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Community Shield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First game, first silverware. Their very first game of the season already earned them a silverware when they beat Chelsea 3-0 on penalties after a 1-1 draw in the Community Shield match. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=K2DmJIa7jvw"&gt;Ryan Giggs scored a great goal &lt;/a&gt;only for Chelsea's exciting new boy Florent Malouda to equalize right before half-time. And then in the penalty shootout, Edwin Van der Sar produced unbelievable performance by &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=KYy4zqs9gpA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;saving a hattrik of consecutive penalty kicks&lt;/a&gt;. I remember I couldn't stop laughing watching the shootout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For champions, it was a nightmare start, drawing 2 games and losing one- first a goalless draw against 10-man Reading at Old Trafford, then a 1-1 draw at Portsmouth, and finally a 1-0 defeat in the Manchester derby. They only got 2 points out of possible 9, scored only 1 goal in 3 games. Wayne Rooney fractured a foot in the first game and was ruled out for 2 months, while Cristiano Ronaldo got sent off at Portsmouth and was suspended for 3 games. The only positive thing from the 3 games was, Paul Scholes scored a fantastic first Man Utd goal of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Rooney, no Ronaldo, but the defeat to Manchester City was the final straw and a rude awakening, prompting the Red Devils to embark on an unstoppable 11 games winning streak in the Premier league and champions league. But it was no easy task, as 6 of the 11 wins were 1-0 wins, with Man Utd slowly building up from a solid defence. New boy Luis Nani started the massacre by scoring a &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=IDFlj1K1jMs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;stunning winning goal against Tottenham&lt;/a&gt; and celebrating in style with an acrobatic sommersault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCqlRyTcX6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/MNgDnNPd1kY/s1600-h/nani-tot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCqlRyTcX6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/MNgDnNPd1kY/s400/nani-tot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200150444732342178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nani thunderbolt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest win among the 11 has got to be the 2-0 win over the then crisis-stricken Chelsea at Old Trafford, although it was rather controversial in favor of the devils. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=yvtkDmcXFMI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Carlos Tevez&lt;/a&gt; and Louis Saha scored in the last minute of each half, giving Avram Grant, his worst start as Chelsea's manager. And to make it sweeter, the stupid bad-boy outcast John Obi Mikel got sent off early in the first half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCqoxyTcX7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/E0UXDQanKAs/s1600-h/2-0+che.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCqoxyTcX7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/E0UXDQanKAs/s400/2-0+che.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200154293023039410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Man Utd 2-0 Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=uWg6TDjSSkk"&gt;Wayne Rooney scored his first goal of the season&lt;/a&gt; in the 1-0 win over Roma at home, United's goal drought and run of unconvincing 1-0 wins were to come to an end. They went on a goal-fest as there were goals galore in the next 7 games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd 1-0 Roma&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd 4-0  Wigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Zp3fAluQ4Y8"&gt;Aston Villa 1-4  Man Utd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=YAHNTYhEgyU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Dynamo Kiev 2-4 Man Utd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZATADmbyHb4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;                  Man Utd  4-1 Middlesbrough&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=VVT0i52borU"&gt;        Arsenal 2-2 Man Utd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ev3PnLAVH-E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;        Man&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=4xHKSoW3mHE"&gt;Utd&lt;/a&gt; 4-0 Dynamo Kiev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=pcRoLuTqZyY"&gt;Man Utd 2-0 Blackburn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCqxFSTcX8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/_uml5moXI3I/s1600-h/roon-roma2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCqxFSTcX8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/_uml5moXI3I/s400/roon-roma2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200163424123510722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Superb goal vs Roma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Rooney went on a goal rampage as well, scoring 7 goals in 7 games. Their brand of attacking football were brilliant and impressive, as they killed off games by half-time in 4 of the 8 consecutive games. Such were the menace of United's attacking play that had opposition teams running scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCq53iTcX9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/AzHbtopl7a0/s1600-h/roon-kiev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCq53iTcX9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/AzHbtopl7a0/s400/roon-kiev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200173083504959442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rooney taps the ball into the Kiev net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=XQ6htB4ZPAc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCs4-iTcYAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/E1S81DCYIa8/s400/pique-kiev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200312841740771330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gigantic Pique celebrates his header goal against Kiev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the 2-2 draw against Arsenal at the Emirates Stadium, the Gunners were celebrating in euphoria as if they have already won the season title, while the devils were dejected having wasted the lead twice. We were on our way to another sweet victory when Ronaldo scored a late goal to put Man Utd 2-1 ahead, only for William Gallas to scramble in a last minute equalizer. The disappointment was unbearable because we scored a late goal with little time left to defend the lead, we were so so near to a big, big win. All in all, for Man Utd and Arsenal fans, it was a nerve-wrecking match, while for neutral fans, the passion and beauty of the game was definitely a joy to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, streaks do end, United's winning run was finally halted when they crashed to a 1-0 loss at Bolton. It was a game where tempers flared as Bolton won it ugly. Maybe winning it ugly was the only way to prevent United from continuing their ruthless slaying of teams at that time. Nicolas Anelka, Sir Alex's long-time target, scored the only goal to inflict a defeat for United at Bolton for the first time in 30 years, and a first win for new Bolton boss, Gary Megson, that pushed Bolton out of the relegation zone for the first time in the season. Ronaldo and Vidic were missing, the players made little impact, decisions went against United, Evra was poor victim of Kevin Davies savage tackles that left the Frenchman half-dead, Sir Alex was banished to the stands for his rant at the ref at half-time. What a defeat. Any Man Utd fan would be cursing Kevin Davies to the max after the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, United bounced back by beating Sporting Lisbon 2-1, with &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=WC80mECacYY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo scoring a remarkable free-kick&lt;/a&gt; in injury time that sealed their place in the knockout stage of the Champions league. He scored 2 goals in 2 games against Sporting Lisbon, which is his old club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCsyKiTcX-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/33mllc97_rM/s1600-h/ron-cocky.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCsyKiTcX-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/33mllc97_rM/s400/ron-cocky.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200305351317807074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ronaldo after his goal. Don't you feel like punching his face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then went on a 5 games winning streak, with some great &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=f9DMmVRQDww&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Cristiano&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=5bgDKgOIZNI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Ronaldo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=PP1DRcUmt10"&gt;goals&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=BjfGtEJW7HI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;along&lt;/a&gt; the way. Among the wins were the priceless 1-0 victory over Liverpool at Anfield, with &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=s1X_Ji82xBU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Tevez scoring the vital goal&lt;/a&gt; before half-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCs91iTcYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TNbAzVWGWlE/s1600-h/tev-liv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCs91iTcYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TNbAzVWGWlE/s400/tev-liv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200318184680087570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tevez..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Ham was next to stop United's unbeaten streak when they exacted a big upset on their title hopes by coming back from 1-0 down to beat United 2-1. It was another disappointing "Arsenal's 2-2". Leading at 1-0, Ronaldo missed a penalty in the 2nd half and he was made to pay for the blunder when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 central defenders&lt;/span&gt; Matthew Upson(he used to be a Gunner) and Rio's bro Anton Ferdinand scored with 2 late headers to give Man Utd a big slap on the face. How ironic! West Ham was becoming a real pain in the ass because it was Alan Curbishley's and West Ham's 3rd consecutive win over Man Utd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, each time they suffered defeat, they never fail to bounce back as they staged another winning spell, starting with the 1-0 win over Birmingham, thanks to a &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=mUWCOI7fMUM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;beautiful teamwork goal by Tevez&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCvi4STcYCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3IZn2Xs2zl4/s1600-h/roon-villa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCvi4STcYCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3IZn2Xs2zl4/s400/roon-villa.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200499651343310882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What is the linesman looking at..?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FA cup: Aston Villa 0-2 &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZAcjOB-H5-E"&gt;Man&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ItlEW7ycfyI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Utd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then humiliated Newcastle(as they always do) by scoring &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=GSpKk_8Ye3s&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;six goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the second half to give the pathetic Toons a kick in the ass. The thousands of chances that United missed in the first half was quickly forgotten. Ex-devil Alan Smith saw red as well in injury time for dissent, probably out of frustration. United fans(me) were in seventh heaven after the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many breath-taking goals scored along the way after that, some of which are &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=nV2dbxsJcUM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Rooney&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=WoRgiEI77hY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Ronaldo&lt;/a&gt; against stubborn Reading, and &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=k9d4rUcNbC8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Ronaldo's goal of the season free-kick&lt;/a&gt; against Portsmouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCv37iTcYEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kUv0j_kJc7I/s1600-h/ron%21.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCv37iTcYEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kUv0j_kJc7I/s400/ron%21.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200522796922069058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a goal worthy of celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping more points were inevitable however, as Tevez scored a last minute equalizer to salvage a precious 1-1 draw against difficult Tottenham at White Hart Lane and losing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; to Man City, this time 2-1 at home, the worse way to commemorate the Munich air disaster victims. Up to this point, Arsenal title-chasing run has been magnificent, winning games convincingly and taking advantage of United's slump in form, going 5 points clear of United at the top of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCvzfSTcYDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-7Nh68FW9RY/s1600-h/tev-tot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCvzfSTcYDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-7Nh68FW9RY/s400/tev-tot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200517913544253490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tevez...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the defining moments of the season came, as we kicked Arsenal's young arses out of FA cup with a &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=A8U_eN2Mcyc"&gt;4-0 thrashing&lt;/a&gt;. Actor Emmanuel Eboue got sent off, Darren Fletcher scored 2 goals with headers(..?!) and ended the game as a contest by half-time at 3-0. Nani was the highlight however, scoring a superb goal, celebrating with a rare backflip, terrorizing the Arsenal backline, and humiliating poor Justin Hoyte(watch the end of the video). Such was the embarrassment that at one point disgraceful William Gallas kicked out at Nani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, both clubs' minds were not focused in the FA cup as they had massive Champions league games in midweek. In Lyon, potential-devil Karim Benzema gave Rio and co. a torrid time, finding the smallest of spaces between 4 defenders to blast in the opening goal for the French team. Things looked bleak for the devils, until substitute Tevez, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet again&lt;/span&gt;, scored a late late goal from close range to claim &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=vVwDCLxsaf0"&gt;a crucial draw&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCxluiTcYFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZUi0uaAY90I/s1600-h/tev-lyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCxluiTcYFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZUi0uaAY90I/s400/tev-lyon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200643519862825042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tevez-kutip sayur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in London, Arsenal was held to a goalless draw by defending champions AC Milan, that was the start of Arsenal's ordeal. The Gunners drew 4 of their next games before succumbing to a defeat by Chelsea, that paved the way for a United comeback. Everything went wrong for them, they conceded a last minute penalty to Birmingham, striker Edouardo broke his leg, captain Gallas softened and cried on the pitch, Senderos continues his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"form&lt;/span&gt;" with an own goal, few chances and saving games with late equalizers. It was disastrous March for Arsenal, except for the fact that they kicked AC Milan out of champions league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsewhere, it was a sweet month for United, winning all their matches except for the painful exit from FA cup thanks to Portsmouth luck. They thrashed Newcastle again, this time &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=-TMrgDrYl-4"&gt;5-1&lt;/a&gt;(newcastle is shit or Man Utd is too good? muahahaha). Squad depth was fully utilized as they beat Fulham &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=HpFDCdMoQRw"&gt;3-0&lt;/a&gt; with Rooney and Ronaldo rested for Lyon. Then, the fresh and rejuvenated Ronaldo scored &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=KofGmEYys00&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;the only goal&lt;/a&gt; against Lyon, booking a date against Roma(again) in the quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCx36yTcYHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pWPPepJ3AVE/s1600-h/ron-lyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCx36yTcYHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pWPPepJ3AVE/s400/ron-lyon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200663521525522546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ron again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the undeserving FA cup loss where United had few efforts cleared off the line, Thomas Kuszczak sent off, &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Hbtgt6amNM0"&gt;Rio being keeper&lt;/a&gt; conceding late penalty, and the hard-fought &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=steGrSF7Xk8"&gt;1-0&lt;/a&gt; win over lowly Derby, they produced easy victories over &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=73bntcm0wYg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Bolton&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=IGbyMHGFfoE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=7_G0M-iXXp4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Aston Villa&lt;/a&gt;. At this point of time, United was already 6 points clear at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victory over Liverpool was another sweet one, as Wes Brown popped up with a rare goal, Nani scored another cracker and Mascherano's non-stop rebellion earned him a red card and the reputation as "the dumbest man on the planet" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCx3RCTcYGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/804lh6refU0/s1600-h/brown-liv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCx3RCTcYGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/804lh6refU0/s400/brown-liv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200662804265984098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bald vs bald for ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they completed a convincing double over AS Roma by winning 3-0 on aggregate to set up a mouth-watering semi-final clash against powerhouse Barcelona. As they took home a &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=td-QCyVk6Nk"&gt;2-0&lt;/a&gt; win from Rome thanks to goals from Ronaldo and Rooney, they took 2nd leg easy as Evra, Vidic, Scholes, Rooney and Ronaldo were all rested. Had not De Rossi missed a first-half penalty, it would have been still a tight contest. United took comfortable control of the game, second stringers Silvestre and Pique had some quality time on the pitch, Hargreaves put up a brilliant performance nearly scoring a brace, &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=CYV0oiJ56FQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Tevez headed&lt;/a&gt; in a Hargreaves cross and Gary Neville made a long-awaited comeback at central midfield! It was United's 6th encounter with Roma in 2 seasons, scoring 13 goals against them in total. Remember the 7-1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention of Nicklas Bendtner for clearing Fabregas' goal-bound shot off the line for Liverpool in their 1-1 draw at the Emirates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCyMeyTcYJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3p7KhIy0LGA/s1600-h/ron-roma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCyMeyTcYJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3p7KhIy0LGA/s400/ron-roma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200686130233368722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ron header&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCyMCSTcYII/AAAAAAAAAH4/UKcQoESx-fo/s1600-h/rossi-penmiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCyMCSTcYII/AAAAAAAAAH4/UKcQoESx-fo/s400/rossi-penmiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200685640607096962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rossi penalty miss- would have counted if it was a rugby penalty kick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Arsenal faltered, Chelsea took over as United's nearest title-challenger and put up a very stiff competition. With games coming thick and fast, injuries and fatigue set in and rotations had to be made often, utilizing the squad's resources. Vidic was victim to a variety of injuries(knee, face, stomach infection) that caused him to be in and out of the hospital in the space of a few days. But, the big tough Serbian always made it back, needing only short period of recovery. Replacements Pique, Oshea and Silvestre all did well when called upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCyNjiTcYKI/AAAAAAAAAII/e9Lz1Otfozk/s1600-h/vida-injured.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCyNjiTcYKI/AAAAAAAAAII/e9Lz1Otfozk/s400/vida-injured.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200687311349375138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vida, getting a ride home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Riverside, once a 7-goal hero Afonso Alves gave United a scare by scoring a stylish double before Park and &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=jIAN9HBBdxQ"&gt;Rooney&lt;/a&gt; combined for the latter to equalize, ending the game at 2-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they accomplished what they nearly did earlier in the season, beating Arsenal 2-1 at Old Trafford to effectively end the Gunners' title hopes. A defensive mess-up between Rio and Van der Sar allowed Adebayor to poke the ball into the net, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with his hand&lt;/span&gt;, giving Arsenal a much-needed lead. But, it never lasted long as Gallas handled the ball again in his own penalty area, this time spotted by the referee and Ronaldo converted the kick. Then, the moment of madness came when Owen Hargreaves struck &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=eH_C9OmzKsc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;a glorious curling free-kick&lt;/a&gt; into the net, leaving Lehmann static. It was a big, big goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC1DBCTcYLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HB85eQHySjc/s1600-h/harg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC1DBCTcYLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HB85eQHySjc/s400/harg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200886829760143538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Owen, stealing Ron's kick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC1DxyTcYMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LymNf4blels/s1600-h/owen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC1DxyTcYMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LymNf4blels/s400/owen.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200887667278766274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yaahhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the games of their lives ahead(Barcelona) and pressure mounting, the devils started to slip worryingly as they drew 1-1 away at Blackburn thanks to another late goal by who-else Tevez and finally being beaten by Chelsea 2-1 at Stamford Bridge. Chelsea went level on points with Man Utd at the top, leaving the title-chase to go down to the wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC1IQiTcYNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/b7p0FlAffpA/s1600-h/tev-bla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC1IQiTcYNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/b7p0FlAffpA/s400/tev-bla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200892593606254802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tevez again...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC1IfiTcYOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/nlLh9-idrak/s1600-h/ballack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC1IfiTcYOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/nlLh9-idrak/s400/ballack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200892851304292578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ballack, proving he's no flop with 2 goals vs Man U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the disappointment was more than compensated when United pulled off one of their greatest victories of all time by beating Barcelona 1-0 over 2 legs to earn themselves a place in history and the champions league final in Moscow. However, it came with a lot of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the usual United, the back four and Van der Sar were the busier department in both matches as they fended off threats from Messi and co. over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Nou Camp, it was one-way traffic as Barcelona had 73% possession with Messi being the thorn in the skin, 20 shots to 7, Ronaldo missed a penalty, and Park ran 11.8km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC3JbSTcYPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6TTfZuv4Q_I/s1600-h/ron-pen+miss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC3JbSTcYPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6TTfZuv4Q_I/s400/ron-pen+miss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201034615289831666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;penalty miss agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC3LUiTcYQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pZxGchgWHtM/s1600-h/scholes+vs+messi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC3LUiTcYQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pZxGchgWHtM/s400/scholes+vs+messi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201036698348970242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Scholes is a bad choice to guard Messi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Old Trafford, possession was still a problem as they again spent most of the time chasing the ball but this time, United had a twelfth man- the home supporters putting up a fantastic performance for the 90 minutes, firing United up to clinch a massive win. And it was fate that Paul Scholes, who missed their last final in 1999, had to score the winning goal in the best ever fashion, a &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=AwGl5mz8sUE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;sensational 30-yards screamer&lt;/a&gt;. That final whistle was the sweetest thing they have ever heard as they confirmed their place in the final, bidding for the most prestigious prize in club football. One more win and they rule Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC3MxiTcYSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HQUxLM4l6Us/s1600-h/fans.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC3MxiTcYSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HQUxLM4l6Us/s400/fans.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201038296076804386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the 12th man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC3L7STcYRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/imG6e--EXxg/s1600-h/scholes-barca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC3L7STcYRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/imG6e--EXxg/s400/scholes-barca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201037364068901138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the priceless goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC3OTCTcYTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bJJIUHJ4bGY/s1600-h/joy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC3OTCTcYTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bJJIUHJ4bGY/s400/joy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201039971114049842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to the final...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the players extremely fired up from the big win, the same 11 then crushed West Ham 4-1 at Old Trafford which saw &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=fVf-dPR7nFo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Tevez&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=MdoM83zOHxc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Ashton&lt;/a&gt; scoring crazy goals. Nevermind Nani's immaturity for getting sent off. Chelsea won their game as well to take the season to a nail-biting finale. But, United were too strong for Wigan as they won 2-0, albeit with some help from favourable refereeing decisions. United should have conceded a penalty for a Rio handball and Scholes sent off for two bookings. The biasedness took away the glory a bit but it doesn't matter as Manchester United are the champions of England again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC3WDyTcYUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dbK7ywZ238M/s1600-h/giggs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC3WDyTcYUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dbK7ywZ238M/s400/giggs.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201048505214067010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the perfect man for the goal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC3kMSTcYWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2Ar5x6-ABmE/s1600-h/champ.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SC3kMSTcYWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2Ar5x6-ABmE/s400/champ.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201064044405743970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the champions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;League:&lt;br /&gt;                GP W  D  L GS GA GD P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man Utd&lt;/span&gt;   38  27 6  5  80  22  58  87&lt;br /&gt;    Chelsea     38  25  10  3  65  26  39  85&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo 31 goals&lt;br /&gt;Adebayor 24&lt;br /&gt;Torres 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd:&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo 31 goals&lt;br /&gt;Tevez 14&lt;br /&gt;Rooney 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo:&lt;br /&gt;PFA Player of the Year&lt;br /&gt;Football Writers' Player of the Year&lt;br /&gt;Sir Matt Busby Player of the Year&lt;br /&gt;United Players' Player of the Year&lt;br /&gt;United &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Lds0yyX7Uh4"&gt;Goal of the Season&lt;/a&gt; (Portsmouth)&lt;br /&gt;Barclays Player of the Season&lt;br /&gt;Barclays Golden Boot&lt;br /&gt;Barclays Merit Prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manutd.com/default.sps?pagegid=%7BB4CEE8FA%2D9A47%2D47BC%2DB069%2D3F7A2F35DB70%7D&amp;amp;newsid=2396913"&gt;10 reasons Man Utd are champions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8582106441434228249-5418142274634113186?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/5418142274634113186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=5418142274634113186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5418142274634113186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5418142274634113186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-season_22.html' title='what a season....!'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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/_ttOC-2GjtUo/SCqNEyTcX5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/IOd4EAL7bbA/s72-c/trophy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582106441434228249.post-8233613924791753354</id><published>2008-05-21T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:41:41.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bang!</title><content type='html'>One of the biggest decision that we have to make in our lives is to decide on which tertiary education path to follow. At this point of time, I do think I have made the right decision, choosing my current course although the degree of difficulty sometimes raised a few doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think many people screwed up the decisions, failing to choose what's best for them. I know sometimes we cannot be sure that one particular decision is the best option without really experiencing it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I find it baffling that some people went through 2 semesters of a degree already, and then she switched to the lower-level Taylor's. Some students from a college switched to a degree, studied for one semester and then left again. I know of a number of distant friends who already quitted their respective courses. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many&lt;/span&gt; students went to Taylor's "with a view of going overseas", studied pre-uni for around one and a half year, and then ended up taking degree in Monash, when there is a 1 year foundation programme in the uni. Of course, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who wouldn't choose Taylor's for its hot girls&lt;/span&gt;? These students enjoy for one and a half year, being surrounded by irresistibly attractive girls everyday, going clubbing with hot girls in skimpy clothes. What a wonderful life. Time and money is so nothing. (ignore me, maybe i'm just jealous.. muahaha).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-8233613924791753354?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/8233613924791753354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=8233613924791753354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8233613924791753354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/8233613924791753354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-of-biggest-decision-that-we-have-to.html' title='bang!'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-7860024391665622484</id><published>2008-05-19T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:59:13.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the grand finale</title><content type='html'>The biggest game of the season is approximately 51 hours from now. In fact, it is the biggest game of my life since starting to watch football and support Man Utd. No game has been ever more exciting and grand than this. The magnitude of the occasion is so so so big that, that I just can't find the right words to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just put it this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i have exam at 8 or 9am after the game, I will still watch it.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how sick am i and how much rest i need to prepare myself for that exam, I will still watch it.&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason that I need to attend to someone be it family or gf(if i ever have one), I will ignore them and still watch it.&lt;br /&gt;In short, I don't care if I get the priorities wrong, the game is first on the priority list. It's life or death game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a footballer, it is a dream to win the champions league as it is the ultimate prize that can be achieved in club football. To win it is to be the king of Europe. With powerhouses from all over Europe vying for the cup every season, a chance like this never comes often. The last time Man Utd won it, they won it with the most dramatic fashion and it was in 1999. And i really regret that I wasn't United's fan yet at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd fans brace yourselves for the biggestest Man Utd game in 9 years!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-7860024391665622484?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/7860024391665622484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=7860024391665622484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/7860024391665622484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/7860024391665622484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/05/biggest-game-of-season-is-approximately.html' title='the grand finale'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-5798744378642322394</id><published>2008-05-15T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:55:13.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things idiots do on Friendster</title><content type='html'>Have you ever read a bulletin in Friendster titled "10 things idiots do on Friendster"?&lt;br /&gt;It's so damn freaking funny because they are so true! Some of the particular points that I like is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;To the people who have like 25,000 friends,and over 5 or even 10 or 20 account...!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;are you serious? You're stupid. Go play in traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;Don't ever post pictures and say "OMG, I'm so ugly", "OMG, I'm so fat" because if you were,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;you wouldn't post them. And if u do, ur a freaking mongoloid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln63');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln65');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln67');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln69"&gt;And if you open a bulletin and it says something like "repost this in 100 seconds or a ghost will rape your dog tonight,or some dead skinless girl is gonna rape your mom.."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln70"&gt;QUIT BEING A DUMBASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I don't care about people who do all these stuff, but it's nice having a good laugh at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one girl added comment to my Friendster profile, asking me to introduce myself&lt;br /&gt;(definitely not trying to boast cos it happened only once!). She was that kind of girl that fits the first 2 points above- thousands of friends and comments, with guys occupying the comments box(many are flirty). She had a blog, which every guy read, where she spilled all her personal problems that guys sympathized on and offered consolation. She uploaded hundreds of photos of herself, some with her cleavage exposed a bit and and captions like "nice or not?", "fat fat la me" or "oops" because she exposed her cleavage. And then her shoutout was something like "I know i am very wrong. I promised I will change". I forgot the exact words la, it was longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied her something like "Hi, I am Conan. I know I am very wrong, but I won't change it". I don't remember exactly what i wrote also la, it was longer. She never replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of things that can be related to real life from these points. I mean, there are things that are needless to say, but people still say it. For example, you know you will hurt people when you say something, but you still say it and then only apologize. Or you know people know whatever you will say are excuses, but you still say it to save face. Sometimes, it can be irritating when people keep doing it. Just my ten cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the entry on Man Utd that I said I will write is already in the making. I will post it after the Champions league final next week. Hopefully, the final result will complement the blog entry. Muahaha.. It sure will! Football fans please comment ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-5798744378642322394?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/5798744378642322394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=5798744378642322394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5798744378642322394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/5798744378642322394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/05/have-you-ever-read-bulletin-in.html' title='10 things idiots do on Friendster'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-4949033887392172685</id><published>2008-05-13T01:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:39:58.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quite introverted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Human relationships are very complicated, not to mention love yet. Relationships between friends alone can be enough headaches.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Generally, I’m quite an unfriendly and quiet person in the outside world. I am afraid to make more new friends because I’m scared of attachments and responsibilities.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During conversations with new friends, we don’t know how much we have in common and we have to find out. We have to think of conversation topics to keep the conversation flowing. And basically, I don’t really enjoy the process of thinking of conversation topics and exchanging information about ourselves because I know I can’t remember much things about new friends(even names), and therefore, I will become very reluctant and I will look unnatural in conversing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And talking about attachments, when we have many friends, there’s bound to be situations when we have to socialize or help the other parties. These are responsibilities that sometimes I am lazy to shoulder. I understand very well that there has to be giving and receiving in friendships, but when there’s so many parties involved, I find it hard to commit. Maybe that’s part of growing up and I know we need all these attachments because they may be of help to us in the future, and always sticking to my current circle of friends is hard for me to survive in the outside world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I guess I’m not good in public relations. That’s why every time I am in need and I turn to friends(not close friends) for help, I become very easily guilty because I never give much. I don’t get absorbed in conversations with my normal friends (unless the topic is football) so that’s why I never get emotionally connected with them. The emotional distance between me n them makes it difficult for me to seek help from them. Therefore, most of the time, if I am able, I try to be independent. For example, I have a friend who stays near my rented house and drives to class. I can follow him everyday and easily save RM7 of bus fares per week but I refuse as I don’t like the feeling when asking for a favor regularly, knowing that I will still never be close friends with him. Of course, when at home, I never hesitate to ask favors from my parents lah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think for me, time matters la. For example, when I mix with one everyday for some time already and know him/her quite well through time, it all becomes too natural and I express myself better. The problems above don’t occur to me. What I say to them comes naturally and I don’t try to think of something to talk about for the sake of the conversation. I am more willing to socialize with them. I give and receive more easily. I like the natural flow. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the same goes for courtship in love. In love, the guy tries to impress the girl for her attention. I don’t like going through that process and I prefer that the feelings come naturally and only time will hitch us up. I don’t like to be thinking of things to say to a girl so that she'll be impressed, especially when sms-ing which can be a grueling process for me. The ideal thing is me n her can talk casually, completely being ourselves, not trying to hide our imperfections out of fear of spoiling our own images. But, being quiet is not doing any good for me to know more girls..! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the end of the day, I find myself asking this question: Is this introverted-ness just an attitude of mine or a problem that needs to be solved? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-4949033887392172685?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/4949033887392172685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=4949033887392172685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4949033887392172685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/4949033887392172685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/05/human-relationships-are-very.html' title='quite introverted?'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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-8582106441434228249.post-2474388575399627620</id><published>2008-05-12T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:40:45.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings....</title><content type='html'>hi friends! i'm blogging again to kill time... the last time i deleted my blog, it was because i thought the blog was meaningless as i restricted myself too much from revealing my views on a variety of things... now i'm doing it again and this time i hope to open up more and not make this blog too personal, which means i'm going to pull more friends to view my blog! i hope it won't be boring like last time, but one thing certain is, the layout is gonna bore you. forgive me for my laziness to do all the template thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel like there's a lot in me that i long to comment about.. human relationships, friends, studies, football, myself and so on. last year i wrote a post on man utd's title-winning season, which i thought was my most not-boring post(all the time spent on putting in pics), but i never got any feedback... this time, i will write one hoping to see more comments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i'm also open to criticism(be it constructive or plain flaming), as calvin's dad in calvin&amp;amp;hobbes say, it builds character. i am saying this bcos i will try to inject a lot of my ego and insecurities into the entries. from feedbacks, i know more about my wekanesses and improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhah.. all these sounds so serious and formal and weird and watever coming from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, anyway, hail manchester united!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582106441434228249-2474388575399627620?l=conan23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/feeds/2474388575399627620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582106441434228249&amp;postID=2474388575399627620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/2474388575399627620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582106441434228249/posts/default/2474388575399627620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conan23.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-friends-im-blogging-again-to-kill.html' title='greetings....'/><author><name>conan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17877827487314901825</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></feed>
