<?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-6232474</id><updated>2011-09-29T05:19:22.104+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Commerce Jackass'/><category term='Madam Kwan&apos;s'/><category term='Jarum Halus'/><category term='Champions League 2008 Final'/><category term='Love Underground'/><category term='Danny Cooper'/><category term='Just A Song'/><category term='Nasi Bojari'/><category term='Lake Gardens'/><category term='Pics'/><category term='Dumbass In A Trolley'/><category term='National &apos;News&apos;'/><category term='Grease'/><category term='Waroeng Penyet'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Mac Mac Mac'/><category term='So You Think You Can Dance Season 2'/><category term='The Many Faces Of Me'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='P24'/><category term='Words Of Wisdom'/><category term='Student Council'/><category term='Bali'/><category term='Theatre'/><category term='Hall Of Fame'/><category term='Sunburst Musical Festival  KL 2008'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Adp Ball/Prom 2008'/><category term='Blonde Moments'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Bits Of 2008'/><category term='San Francisco Steakhouse'/><category term='Bubba Gump Shrimp Co'/><category term='Reviews - Music'/><title type='text'>Dyed In The Wool</title><subtitle type='html'>There`s nothing here but what here`s mine.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>759</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-1020955184719453704</id><published>2011-05-31T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T21:27:19.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Me &amp; More Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I (as far as i'm concerned) have finished my bachelors, just awaiting some form of confirmation. Got a B- for my dissertation on social media and its effects on socialization. Not bad for a months work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Australia (Adelaide &amp;amp; Brisbane more specifically) recently. Met a lot of people I hold in the highest and closest regard. Had the time of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I had an interview with Timeout KL. I feel so out of my depth honestly, applying for a writing job when I can barely piece anything together. Lets hope it goes well. Hopefully i`ll make it to the second round, cause the first was good and I cant see any reason why I would get cut so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was May 3o..which means I've had my Vios for 7 years! The one love that hasn't let me down so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suppose ill elaborate further eventually. Not sure when, but I will I hope..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, if you've wondered (as if anyone is reading this) I've been in self-imposed exile. So if you've found yourself ignored by me, don't worry; just about everyone has. No hard feelings and sorry for being so blunt, but I would rather be on my own for a while and not have to explain myself like I always feel I have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But all in all, i`m fine, alive and kicking? Whatever it is, its not a football i've kicked; haven`t played in so long I may have forgotten how to play :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-1020955184719453704?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/1020955184719453704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=1020955184719453704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1020955184719453704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1020955184719453704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-me-more-me.html' title='Me, Me &amp; More Me'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-8347500828546073856</id><published>2011-05-12T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:24:34.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song For The Time I Wish To Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Past the road to your house&lt;br /&gt;That you never called home&lt;br /&gt;Where they turned out your lights&lt;br /&gt;Though they say you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember running through the wet grass&lt;br /&gt;Falling a step behind&lt;br /&gt;Both of us never tiring&lt;br /&gt;Desperately wanting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they pumped out your guts&lt;br /&gt;And filled you full of those pills&lt;br /&gt;You were never quite right&lt;br /&gt;Deserving all the chills&lt;br /&gt;They say the worst is over&lt;br /&gt;Kicked it over and ran&lt;br /&gt;Then they ask what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;When they turn you on again&lt;br /&gt;They turn you on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I remember running through the wet grass&lt;br /&gt;Falling a step behind&lt;br /&gt;Both of us never tiring&lt;br /&gt;Desperately wanting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I remember running through the wet grass&lt;br /&gt;Falling a step behind&lt;br /&gt;Both of us never tiring&lt;br /&gt;Desperately wanting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kick them right in the face&lt;br /&gt;Make them wish they weren't born&lt;br /&gt;And if they bring up your name&lt;br /&gt;Well they'll say you won the war.&lt;br /&gt;Baby burst in the world&lt;br /&gt;Never given a chance&lt;br /&gt;Then they ask what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;When you never had it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I remember running through the wet grass&lt;br /&gt;Falling a step behind&lt;br /&gt;Both of us never tiring&lt;br /&gt;Desperately wanting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I remember running through the wet grass&lt;br /&gt;Falling a step behind&lt;br /&gt;Both of us never tiring&lt;br /&gt;Desperately wanting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh the letters have dropped off&lt;br /&gt;Though they say you got them all&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out some things you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;Take back your life and let me inside&lt;br /&gt;We'll find the door if you care to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember running through the wet grass&lt;br /&gt;Falling a step behind&lt;br /&gt;Both of us never tiring&lt;br /&gt;Desperately wanting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I remember running through the wet grass&lt;br /&gt;And falling a step behind&lt;br /&gt;Both of us never tiring&lt;br /&gt;Desperately wanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gl6gaF_6Wcs"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Better Than Ezra - 'Desperately Wanting'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-8347500828546073856?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/8347500828546073856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=8347500828546073856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8347500828546073856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8347500828546073856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2011/05/song-for-time-i-wish-to-forget.html' title='The Song For The Time I Wish To Forget'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-6958952084457013060</id><published>2011-03-11T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T02:52:53.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Of Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know how to describe how I feel. I feel...screwed over. I mean seriously? There was no way things were ever going to be normal again, specially not after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;50% of the time I can't understand people and I cant believe them half the other time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is crazy. This week has been. I am going crazy. But I hope this ends for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All this anger in me..I feel like I could snap any moment, who knows, do something stupid for once. Maybe instead of regretting it, I wouldnt. But nah its not me and now would be a time for a drastic personality alteration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im just going to use all this anger to get me through. So far its working. Even if not, its keeping my mind occupied, shielded. And its better than nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-6958952084457013060?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/6958952084457013060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=6958952084457013060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6958952084457013060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6958952084457013060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2011/03/power-of-anger.html' title='The Power Of Anger'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-8970996731135251750</id><published>2011-02-23T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:42:03.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On What Being 22 Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With every passing second I may age even the slightest, but within the hour I age a year more on a piece of paper. Its 22 going on 23 for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was being 22 like? Apart from certain ages like 13,17 etc where something usually big happens to you, being 22 was no different than any other. Theres no real set standard thing that happens to 22 year olds. Maybe finishing college or still being in it or even so starting work but its vague at that time so I dont think there's any major event I missed out on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anything, I think a person's age is defined by what they did. Everyone may achieve the same things but at a different age. Some younger, older..it varies but I swear there is no standard age for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what have I done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally got myself a sports medal in college! As everyone knows over the years ive done basically everything in college..perform on stage with a band, dance and act. Ive been a student council person in foundation, 1st president for Bcomm, acting vice for Adp, was a prom king in 2008. I organized events like my life depended on it. But I never got a sporting achievement but I finally did. Field football, Help Sports Carnival, Bcomm was 3rd. Its not a winners medal but its something. I havent said much about it, but it means so much to me. But its my teammates who got it for me honestly, and to the rest of you, thanks..thanks so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got myself out of that student council organizing stuff limbo..I was president for Bcomm..but I was pretty useless I must admit and the elections which basically unofficially 'fired' me was the best thing ever perhaps. It was fun, but I was outgrowing it and I just didnt have it in me anymore. I learnt so much, but my time had come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did some travelling. Well not really. Well kinda. Went to Perth for the first time. Nice quaint city. Very pretty but a little too quiet for me but it was great. Specially watching Australia and New Zealand Tri Nations in a bar full of Aussies. Great time talking to of them..really wonderful ppl too. Good food as well around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I guess the main highlight was that I got myself into a serious relationship. Surprise surprise eh. The notoriously picky me found someone who met my standards. A really wonderful person too. I learnt alot from it and yes I was happy. I guess thats all that matters eh. Its so clichéd, but the saying "The greatest thing is to love and be loved in returned" really is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apart from that I got myself into better shape. Found out the problem with my back though im no nearer to the end of it. Ate and drank healthier too. Could do more but at my age i reckon im doing more than most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went thru my final throws of college. Not yet done but im almost there. Slowly friends left..overseas..completed..disappeared..so I guess that was the sad bit..but I met alot of new people. All very warm people whom I am so glad to know. Not only that, I got to know people whom I had known, but barely, alot better. Some are even my closest friends now and that is one my highlights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess in summary thats all thats happened to me at the age of 22. There was more stuff as well..drama specially but ill leave that out but yes I still thrive on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think maybe I could have done more but then again im rather pleased with what I did. After years of turmoil and general hectic-ness, a quiet settled down type of year was just what I needed. Finally was able to spare myself all the time I never had before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But yes, there's many things I wish I could change..but sometimes circumstances around cant be helped and all you do is just embrace what comes your way and make the most of it. My faith has increased. Not much but im making some progress which is good and im thankful for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so turning 23..I complete college and graduate soon, gotta start working. Maybe fix that back first. Etc. Its going to be a hectic time ahead..a really uncertain one as well. No clue what will happen. But I will try my best to take it in my stride. And if I cant I know there's people out there who care for me that will help me along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you everyone out there for making my 22th year of existence, something special to remember. A toast to the 23rd year being nothing less than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-8970996731135251750?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/8970996731135251750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=8970996731135251750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8970996731135251750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8970996731135251750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-what-being-22-was.html' title='On What Being 22 Was'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-4097211746702343682</id><published>2010-12-31T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:58:57.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year That Was 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been..a relatively uneventful year I suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was mixed but then again every year is, in it's own way. But you could say alot happened. Friends and friendships have come and gone and changed, relationships, drama, that sort of stuff has happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But through it all ive been thankful for everything ive had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd love to say more but ive got to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Til then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone! I love you all!&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/6232474-4097211746702343682?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/4097211746702343682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=4097211746702343682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4097211746702343682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4097211746702343682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2010/12/year-that-was-2010.html' title='The Year That Was 2010'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-9090349625101129035</id><published>2010-11-17T05:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T05:51:30.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dont Know But I Think Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was browsing through some blogs of my friends, particularly those whom I haven't had much contact with since high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Compared to most of them, my blog long outlasted theirs. In fact most of theirs died circa high school. Clicked on some links to blogs I used to read. People whom I used to envy, maybe wished I was, that sort. Needless to say, they've all moved on too, to where I dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it struck me. Although most of my blogging life has been spent outside high school, the time most spent on it, was back then. All those countless late nights blogging, html editing, reading other ones. The iconic, memorable times, all back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so I figured perhaps my lack of faith these days here is proly some subconscious way to slowly detach myself from that part of my life. Not that anything bad happened, but I don't forget things easily and I still dwell on things that I shouldn't, pretty frequently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess its just my way of slowly 'letting go'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And somehow I dont know whether a new blog would make me feel any better or give me that 'fresh start' feeling. I really dont think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Between lettings go and promising myself I wouldn't let this die, like how many others have, I just dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the midst of all this however, my iTunes is playing. And its playing songs which have certain meanings attached to them from that time. In order too. Its almost reading my mind. Feeling poignant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as I struggle to figure out how relevant this is in my life anymore, I fear it may be a long time before I figure the answer out; that is if I ever do. But between ever and anon, then this could be an end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I hope this isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-9090349625101129035?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/9090349625101129035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=9090349625101129035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/9090349625101129035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/9090349625101129035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-know-but-i-think-maybe.html' title='I Dont Know But I Think Maybe'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-3647547212566272827</id><published>2010-08-17T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:28:11.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss someone. If only the next 10 days or so would come and go faster.&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/6232474-3647547212566272827?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/3647547212566272827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=3647547212566272827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/3647547212566272827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/3647547212566272827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-hello.html' title='Hello, Hello'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-8460200909421576651</id><published>2010-05-31T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T03:54:16.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Years &amp; No 31st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I missed out on May's edition of pint sized ice cream at 31% off again. I didn't mind last year; I was in Penang, eating and being merry as a friend got married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time I...am siting at home sighing on how my fortunes are just getting worse. Shrug, maybe Ill go have ice cream in a lesser form on Wednesday with the Md gang. Really miss them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in other news, my Vios has hit its unofficial 6th birthday! Its been so good to me over the year and I hope it continues to be so. We've been through so many momentous things together, that it would suck the day that ceases..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to make things funnier, my mom drove it in the morning fine. Then I did later. Fine. Then my dad used it to run errands, the battery died on him and he got stuck somewhere. Hahahaha thats kinda funny. And I even gave it a rare because-its-a-special-day wash myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its even funnier cause usually you can tell when a battery is about to die. This one was rather abrupt. Oh well, thanks for saving me the trouble of it happening to me dad :D . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news, my life still sucks, but posting something again after a months absence feels rather..good. May post more in the coming days I hope. Til then, bon nuit everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-8460200909421576651?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/8460200909421576651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=8460200909421576651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8460200909421576651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8460200909421576651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-years-no-31st.html' title='6 Years &amp; No 31st'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-1497972977154444204</id><published>2010-04-19T04:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T04:47:42.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging By A Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One year on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And i'm still waiting for an answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sign or something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But nevertheless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still here waiting, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For something which may not ever come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This sucks. Seriously. Sigh such is my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-1497972977154444204?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/1497972977154444204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=1497972977154444204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1497972977154444204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1497972977154444204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2010/04/hanging-by-moment.html' title='Hanging By A Moment'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-7528705415340997602</id><published>2010-03-31T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:59:23.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy March 31st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im so bad at blogging these days but I shall post once in a while til I perhaps get my mojo back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Til then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy March 31st people. Dont ask me whats so special about March 31st though. Id rather keep it to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-7528705415340997602?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/7528705415340997602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=7528705415340997602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7528705415340997602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7528705415340997602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-march-31st.html' title='Happy March 31st'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-887042490401170940</id><published>2010-02-23T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:52:54.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 For The Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in my last 30 minutes of being 21 as I type this and I dont really know what to feel. It hasn't really struck me that i'm turning a year older. After all, this is the 22nd time that this will happen so I guess it wears off after a while. But then age consciousness does seem to kick in and well after a while its no more fun and joy. Its kinda sad how when your young your happy your birthday comes because that means a party with your friends and of course, presents from everyone. At this age..anything special is perhaps out of hope and no longer expectation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say that 21 is the age where one 'comes of age'. After all, it is the true 'legal age', where one can do so many things and no longer be consider juvenile and so on. And I guess it is true. For me perhaps it really wasnt about being able to elope or legally enter a club (I still cant enter Zouk anyway), but it was about growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I turned 21 I was in a phase in my life where I guess I was taking things as they come and no real aim. But events throughout the course of the 1 year has changed me; its changed my perspective on life and the way I view things. Its good that ive 'grown up', or at least hope that I have. But then whos to judge what growing up is anyway? Sure every year brings something happy : 19 was my party-ish year, 20 was just floating around in between that and mellowing, 21 really has been about maturing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't say im  fully mature. I dont think things properly sometimes, im still careless, still unenterprising as ever unless something fun is involved. But if anything, ive learned about setting a mark, of what I want to do, where I want to be in the future. Im still not sure but today I have an idea what they may be and I can tell if I am veering towards it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21 has been a year of change. More friends, specially those close to me leaving for newer pastures, not being as socially active as before, treasuring intimate company more than ever and those little things which eventually become so big. Its also been a year of learning. Ive learned to how to be a better leader, get a clearer picture of the outside world, that I need to thing of the future a little more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really was an up and down year. Nothing ever seen always up. It was always something up and something down. Lovelife up, personal life down, life excitement up, lovelife down and so on. While I wonder where I went wrong at whatever ive done, I do believe that things happen for a reason and as much as I question them, I  do accept them, even if grudgingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throughout this time, I havent met too many new people, but ive met some very interesting ones and mainly, gotten to know better those whom I really didn't know and I think of all the things thats happened to me, aside from growing up, this is the best thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anything ive learned lately is that while one should have some expectations about themselves, perhaps they shouldn't hold to it all the time, because they just never stick accordingly. And with that I wont hold any big major hopes or dreams about being 22. I`ll embrace it and adjust to it, but I won't hope for something which I wont get and leave myself open to disappointment. As if I don't have enough of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so I end this here, with 10 minutes to spare. Im gonna eat..Its been a long day..Going to Karen's at midnight for stuff, class at 8..rumoured quiz not materializing, breakfast at Nirwana, lunch at the happy place with Christine, Eka, Jeremy, Leconte &amp;amp; Aaron, shooting zombies and seeing Tinesh off to Gold Coast at the airport..At least I have some buffalo wings waiting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So til then, thank you everyone for enriching my 21st year of existence. I can only hope I have done anything remotely close for you! Thanks and bring on the double 2, baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-887042490401170940?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/887042490401170940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=887042490401170940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/887042490401170940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/887042490401170940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2010/02/21-for-last-time.html' title='21 For The Last Time'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-9085444455178968256</id><published>2010-01-31T13:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:26:30.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January &amp; A Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its been the most unhealthiest January ever..when its done I shall document what ive eaten..less than 11 hours to continue the trend..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a twitter account :-O! @frownprince :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So many people have left already..Ernest, Denise, Bryan, Jie Hwa, Qing Han, Sean..many more to come soon..sigh..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Kl streak is still going on! Every week since sometime in July! Havent done so for this week! I have less than 11 hours to make it there!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a new bed *snooze*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I turn 22 in less than a month. Sigh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to run now! Glory glory Man United (tonight)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-9085444455178968256?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/9085444455178968256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=9085444455178968256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/9085444455178968256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/9085444455178968256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-finale.html' title='January &amp; A Finale'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-3831833375075746277</id><published>2009-12-31T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:18:55.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MMIX/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you`ll have seen from the title, im here to say something about what in 4.5 hours, was the year that was 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came into the year with generally high hopes..maybe it was sparked from something else apart, but riding that wave worked just as well for me and it sure brought me for a ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It brought me to places I never expected to go, doors I never expected to enter, meet people I wouldnt have hoped to meet, known people better than previously and so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I do sound generally optimistic here, I must admit the above was juggled very finely with other stuff...disappointments, personal turmoil, uncertainty..despondency..its been dramatic to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess people who know me well enough know how I live my life..I either bother to live it up and fast or just not bother..but im sorta coming to a middle ground. Unlike other years, its been..tiring..too tiring really. Ive spent the last 2 months living it slow but even then I dont think im ready to step it up another notch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This years flown so by. In fact every just flies by faster and faster. If this year has gone just like this, I cant imagine how 2010 will go. I hope its not so fast..or even worse painfully slow and excruciating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I`ll always remember early this year like it was yesterday. Countless hours in college, 5 subjects, numerous plates of fried rice eaten, never ending rounds of cards and the people around me most importantly. I wont say names but I think they`ll know if im referring to them for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I said earlier, I dont feel like myself anymore. Ive kinda gone moody now, needing a spark to ignite the compelling side in me. I feel apathetic at best now. I guess perhaps thats not the worst thing in the world. Perhaps lesser expectations for the coming year..and in some sense, an open tone to the new decade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But hey its been a good year..made new friends, voyages to new places, learned to love my city more, relationships, finding lots of good music, improved my studies, better health, coming up with tentatively feasible plans for the future, technological advancements, learning new things, reading again and everything else my rather charmed life has brought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But at the same time, bouts of depression, bad days, mood swings, losing more friends to newer pastures, relationship issues..that sorta stuff has kinda put a damper on the year. Overall, its been mixed at best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To make things worse, I never really blogged much or even listed anything I did. Ive had plans for the last 7 months to update some stuff but nothings happened and probably wont. So I guess its time to stop promising that I will update. I guess im past that stage about telling what I do and moving on to what I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been a year..for growing up and maturing. It came so sudden; those smacks in the face, kicks in the teeth, shots to the foot..all that. I can at least say theres been some people to metaphorically hold my hand through it all and perhaps more realistically held my head. But it was all bound to happen and its good that it did during this year..as difficult as it was to deal with. At least ive re-found another side of myself which I thought was gone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know what the biggest lesson ive learned this year is yet. Perhaps its resiliency; or being able to solve your own problems without taking other too for granted. Self realizations have become more important than I thought..maybe thats it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess this what they call growing pains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New years resolutions? Not really but some stability would be nice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Til then, I would love to thank everyone for being a part of my life til today, whether it was in the past or this year and for the good or the bad. Without all of you, I dont think id be half the person I am today. Maybe one of my failings is to tell this to people enough. I love all of you, in some funny way or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Happy New Year 2010 &amp;amp; a happy start of a new decade. May the new year/decade bring new opportunities, better changes and happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I`ll be out somewhere tonight. Not sure where, but call me anytime, and you`ll find me where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-3831833375075746277?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/3831833375075746277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=3831833375075746277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/3831833375075746277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/3831833375075746277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/12/mmix2009.html' title='MMIX/2009'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-8349268090243676026</id><published>2009-12-22T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:23:04.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been a while and yes, I am alive. It may have taken a while for me to muster up any effort to confirm this, but at least..at least I have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So how am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know honestly..my life lately specially..or well lets make that the whole year, has been..rather topsy turvy..upside down, 360, yeah you name it, all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whether the next statement is for better or worse I am unsure and will likely never be sure, but one things for sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I don't feel the same anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-8349268090243676026?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/8349268090243676026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=8349268090243676026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8349268090243676026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8349268090243676026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-what.html' title='Now What?'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-8986001916015673529</id><published>2009-12-06T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:21:01.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flower Told Me :</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I dont care if your fine or not, go get some rest!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-8986001916015673529?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/8986001916015673529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=8986001916015673529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8986001916015673529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8986001916015673529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/12/flower-told-me.html' title='A Flower Told Me :'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-5143822462578644546</id><published>2009-11-29T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T08:15:09.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is now the wee hours of the 29th and I am soon to attempt to make an affogato, but before that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember how I said I had this big 26 in my head, related to the date of the 26th of November, with the big iCal icon in my head? Well guess what. I have one more, a big fat 29 for the 29th of November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have nothing in the day but a long night ahead of me. And well lets just say after how the 26th transpired, i'm not exactly taking anything for granted anymore. Although ill proly be as unprepared as ever if anything happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now here's espresso flooded ice cream to that not happening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-5143822462578644546?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/5143822462578644546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=5143822462578644546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5143822462578644546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5143822462578644546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/11/29.html' title='29'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-5835636185394393805</id><published>2009-11-26T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:29:47.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Today..is the 26th of November 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And for some reason, stuck in my head for the last few weeks is today's date, complete in iCal style. (The icon of the flip over calender dates, with the month in the red bit and a big 26 on the white part, go find it if you dont know how this looks like)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And to make things worse, I have absolutely no clue why. I however do have a long day coming..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I dont see anything out of the ordinary happening..but if such an event occurs, ill be hoping for something good...like the food I had yesterday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-5835636185394393805?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/5835636185394393805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=5835636185394393805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5835636185394393805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5835636185394393805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/11/26.html' title='26'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-7485406096444821377</id><published>2009-10-27T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T03:24:07.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song That's Changed My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning : The following videos may not be for the faint hearted..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qN2JWL8wcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qN2JWL8wcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if your up for it, the video for Try Try Try originates from this short film (the ending is different as well) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xj9x6kUJX98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xj9x6kUJX98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had this song for about 3 months now and im sure ive listened to it anything from 500-1000 times. I honestly don't know why but for some unknown reason I feel as if this song has changed my life. And no, it has nothing to do with the drugs. I wish I could say why but I honestly don't know why..Its just &lt;i&gt;one of those&lt;/i&gt; songs..there's something about it..it hasn't changed my thoughts or how I think but there's just something about how it makes me feel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Musically its brilliantly composed. The video fittingly matches it psychedelic sounds. The lyrics are so poetic and heartfelt. I personally don't know why this Smashing Pumpkins song isn't up with the more acclaimed 'Tonight' &amp;amp; '1979'. There's a 'happier', less emotional version of this song, but I personally thing its awful and just ruins it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Start stop, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's our mission?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skinned knees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to hold on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, I can't imagine my life without this song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-7485406096444821377?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/7485406096444821377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=7485406096444821377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7485406096444821377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7485406096444821377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-thats-changed-my-life.html' title='The Song That&apos;s Changed My Life'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-4325408251703596986</id><published>2009-10-17T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:39:21.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disequilibria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;According to The New Oxford American Dictionary :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Baskerville;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="hwGrp"&gt;&lt;span priority="2" dhw="1" class="hw"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;dis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hsb"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hsb"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;qui&lt;span class="hsb"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;lib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hsb"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hsb"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronGrp"&gt;&lt;span pr="US" type="US" class="pr"  style=" ;font-family:HiraMinPro-W3;"&gt; |disˌēkwəˈlibrēəm|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="SB" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="prelim"&gt;&lt;span ps="1" class="ps" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="def" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;a &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;loss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;lack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;stability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Examples :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Misquoting prom ticket prices as Rm1000 per ticket, in quick succession. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Misreading "Hey party people I posted something on how to get to prom on the blog", as " Hey ppl I posted up something about the after party on the prom blog" and getting pissed after finding something different specially when none of its even been discussed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tripping over a chain that needs to be crossed over, although fully concentrating not to trip over it, because it looked like it was moving violently when it was perfectly still and only a few inches high.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making horrifically uncharacteristic grammar &amp;amp; spelling mistakes on writings which everyone will see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continuously writing the date and month correctly but list the year as '2010'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sending a back pass to a teammate against your own goal post during futsal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missing an open goal but score during a kick in, which doesn't count.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going home extra moody in the middle of college to avoid spreading moodiness to others and return to find an evening class canceled yet smile and go for tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking your driving further away from the city when actually your going towards it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parking your car near place A but walk to place B without realizing it and end up walking one big circle to place A when it was just behind the car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nearly texting "Are you going to the meeting", as "Are you going to the movie" , because everyone around you was talking about a movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost posting this on the prom blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-4325408251703596986?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/4325408251703596986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=4325408251703596986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4325408251703596986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4325408251703596986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/10/disequilibria.html' title='Disequilibria'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-1050792219857794638</id><published>2009-10-12T03:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T03:13:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Love Of Thursdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was at Capsquare last Thursday having what was a surprisingly good day and the closest thing to an off day, in the midst of my maddening schedule. I suppose I was being repaid for my love of Thursdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I was at the doctors to pay him a visit and see what could be done about my not-too-worrying-but-moody sinus issues. I must have been in his office for 20 odd minutes, quite long for a none too serious problem, but it wasnt the consultation that lasted that long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He asked me what I was doing, so I answered that I was doing a media studies based degree in mass communication. He nodded and then proceeded to ask me more. He said he had relatives in the field but never could quite ask questions and casually discuss it, without getting a simple reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I proceeded to answer some of his questions about the basic things about the industry and how broad it is. He also asked things such as how much does newer forms of communication affect the more traditional forms of communication and the industry as a whole. I answered him, not as a pro but the best I could muster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I probably could have answered better under different circumstances, but honestly I was taken aback about how he seemed so intent to hear what I had to say and dare I say, learn something new from me. He also added in his opinions and it became a discourse which I never expected to happen. It felt really good that he just sat there taking in my opinions, not interrupting until I had finished and freely asking questions as if he was a student or someone attending a talk. It felt so good to be able to have such discourse with someone of a different background, even if briefly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While waiting to have lunch, I took a walk around the place and I observed how dressed down I was compared to everyone else there. Capsquare is of course full of offices and right in the middle of the city, full of office workers from everywhere. And of course most people were dressed in standard office wear. I looked at myself and noted how casual I felt compared to everyone else. It reminded me of the times I was working and how I was able to go to my office dressed casually, as compared to everyone else whom were so formally dressed. Of course it felt good that that I could gloat about my free dress code as well as the merits, comfort wise about being able to dress down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But at the same time, I felt jealous. Jealous how everyone there was part of the working world, earning their own money and likely already self dependent. Jealous how their clothes entitled them to almost say "Hey, I have a job which makes me a professional and thus I have to dress the part, so pay me some respect". Its like they're walking advertisements of themselves and announcing to the world the status which they have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could almost feel the stares on me as I looked so out of place, but there were no stares. Everyone was too busy minding their own business, getting on with their own work &amp;amp; lives. And for a moment I felt just like another face in the crowd. The awe I felt for my surroundings almost matches the feeling I felt when braving Sydney's rush hour pedestrian traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I noticed how everyone seemed so chatty and eager to tell a story or talk about something work related. As I sat down for lunch, I saw the tables just full with employee's around the area. And its Capsquare i'm talking. Not exactly filled with the cheapest restaurants in the world, meaning hey, everyone must be doing well enough to eat here, even if that day was their once in a while sort of day. It really made me notice how people are going places and i'm going almost nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't eavesdrop on people, but I can't shut off my ears, and when I heard all those people talking, I just wished I could join them, to submerge myself in their world and open my mind to something new and broader than what its capable of right now. I'm not sure id hit it off at first with everyone, but im quite sure if I had the chance, I could hold my own. Sure idle issues and less serious matters does make for enjoyable talk but there's so much more out there. So much more im missing out on and that hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it was that moment that made me wish I was done studying and already working. Im quite sure ill regret saying this, but I really do. But sigh i'm some time away from that.I guess for now ill just enjoy all the perks and hiding place that studying provides. But I wont forget the feeling of that moment and ill hold myself to it until I get there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-1050792219857794638?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/1050792219857794638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=1050792219857794638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1050792219857794638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1050792219857794638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-love-of-thursdays.html' title='For The Love Of Thursdays'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-2977405790383569840</id><published>2009-10-06T05:40:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:12:14.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House-warming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Ssp8hV51-rI/AAAAAAAABKo/ifxoQ44bc-8/s1600-h/41QkuF1qimL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Ssp8hV51-rI/AAAAAAAABKo/ifxoQ44bc-8/s400/41QkuF1qimL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389256816359504562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you like &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Late+Night+Alumni"&gt;Late Night Alumni&lt;/a&gt; /  chill out, house music suitable for late night listening, then you`ll love &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Samantha+James"&gt;Samantha James&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her 11 track 2007 debut album 'Rise', on top of slow, relaxed paced but still movable beats, showcases her soothingly melodic vocals, perfect for the senses to unwind to late at night, after a long day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just downloaded her album and I wish the night wouldn't end so I could play it over and over. Give the following a go and believe you`ll be hooked like me! Thanks Debbie for the recommendation! Mes likes ours goods musics sharings arrangements!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GC7wvaFYZmk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GC7wvaFYZmk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLXX7Th7edY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLXX7Th7edY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So moving on, because im very itchy and love clicking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Ssp8Kaa2cJI/AAAAAAAABKg/zXZv5RP1Zow/s1600-h/61yhbTrIqLL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Ssp8Kaa2cJI/AAAAAAAABKg/zXZv5RP1Zow/s320/61yhbTrIqLL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389256422434697362" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/"&gt;Last Fm&lt;/a&gt;'s similar artists tab, my clicks led me to &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Colette"&gt;Dj Colette&lt;/a&gt;. More than just a pretty face, her brand of house is more upbeat and more suited to the dance floor rather than the lounge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken from her album 'Push', is &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Colette/_/About+Us?autostart"&gt;'About Us&lt;/a&gt;' . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And from dreamy looks to dreamy voices, i'm off to dream of them woooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-2977405790383569840?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/2977405790383569840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=2977405790383569840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2977405790383569840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2977405790383569840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/10/house-warming.html' title='House-warming'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Ssp8hV51-rI/AAAAAAAABKo/ifxoQ44bc-8/s72-c/41QkuF1qimL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-1451791274151031751</id><published>2009-10-04T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T04:43:33.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Write Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always had a little thing for writing, although these days its more in the form of button-mashing and watching certain characters and figures appear upon a lit screen before my eyes. Sure there's many little plus points to this, none more than the ability to cover up my manual writing skills which is a source of little joy, particularly when it matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've figured the best thing it does is help to alleviate my mind of things. Sure its not really helpful when what is on my mind is some major essay, one being done hours before its deadline, but i'm finding it more therapeutic than normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been doing quite a bit lately and have much more to do (and we aren't talking about assignments yet), and while its not about something I really wanna write about, its helping..to distract me..to get my brain moving..to teach me something..to something I don't know what is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I`ll admit, im a pretty horrible writer. I can assure you, ill spare the reader of my work any major grammatical or spelling errors. Nothing which makes me seem as if my language command is awful. But I do have that knack of excluding the keyword, specially when its just a simple, barely significant word in length. Id love to say if its a verb or an adverb or similarly related 'thing' that is missing, but I'll admit im not very sure what those are..and it sucks that I dont..I never remember to read up on it neither can I remember them when I actually do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So coming to back to things, I could never write a news report yet alone a feature report. When I read features, even if regarding a topic I could care less for, it leaves me breathless on how its worded, its style, the order of the contents, how it seems so casually informal yet formal and vice verse. Writing such things is undoubtedly beyond my capabilities..at least at this point of time..and by the time I ever figure out so, I would then begin to ramble on how people can write books when I struggle to write a paragraph of words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have friends who can write so effortlessly. They express what they want to say in maybe 5 lines or a paragraph, using such simple words in an even more casual manner yet leave a lasting impression and that, blows me away like a lead in the wind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here I am, ranting about what, I dont know; for reasons that remain unknown. Heck this isnt even close to what I planned to write when I opened this. Now im not even sure or my original intentions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And oh here I go expressing myself in ridiculously long lengths, when I could have done so in 5 lines. I would do so if I knew how..but if I were to have a sudden epiphany on how to, Id save for later cause it wouldn't make sense to waste all this..specially at 4:42am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I also feel that what i'm writing is becoming redundant..but then again im going out of topic only to go out of topic even more to admit I am going out of topic and then venture further away from the original matter to admit...nevermind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-1451791274151031751?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/1451791274151031751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=1451791274151031751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1451791274151031751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1451791274151031751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/10/write-right.html' title='Write Right'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-4748619058904066920</id><published>2009-09-29T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:07:14.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words Of Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Cough, Cough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An excerpt from Me &amp;amp; Nash talking earlier :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Are you high now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nash : No wtf..I might be tomorrow though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nash : Long day la I want it to past by quickly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : When are you gonna progress to harder stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nash : Duwan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nash : Keep it simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Screw yourself la you cant afford that stuff bitch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lesson to be learnt : Cough syrup cures more than just cough..for some that is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-4748619058904066920?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/4748619058904066920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=4748619058904066920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4748619058904066920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4748619058904066920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/09/cough-cough.html' title='Cough, Cough'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-7808273028368874202</id><published>2009-09-22T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:55:50.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd like to thank everyone who managed to come for my open house yesterday on such short notice! It was really nice to see everyone after such a while. Pity not everyone I called could make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While i'm notorious for not knowing the happenings of my own home, it wasn't that; yesterday was suppose to be relatives day..and friends day another day, say Wednesday or Thursday, so I thought. Apparently there was so much food and the thought of doing a double shift was more than enough to make me call anyone I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My apologies if I was a bad host. Tried my best to spend time with everyone I could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And mainly thanks alot for coming and eating the food! The more eaten the better. The more leftover I have, the longer it becomes my daily appeasing...and well while the food's good, eating rendang, briyani, etc every meal for a week isn't really fun..trust me, ive done it before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So thanks again for coming! And if you'll excuse me now, im off to find a weighing scale. I feel extremely beefy now..and I swear im the heaviest ive ever been..I shudder at the thought of all the working out I need to resume..and did I just say beefy? Mmmm I haven't eaten lunch yet..mmm beef..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-7808273028368874202?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/7808273028368874202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=7808273028368874202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7808273028368874202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7808273028368874202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-7256373470085720494</id><published>2009-09-16T03:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T03:13:21.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Things To Do On The 16th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what my day is shaping up to be :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run errands for my dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run errands for my mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit MMS recruitment drive at Mainblock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talk to Isabelle about that writing thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chair prom meeting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Write proposal for Clement for the busking thing on the 30th&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try and get a light workout&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get gas (or I aint gonna get no place)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Update self on personal funds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go for marketing class (oh the things I do for *ahem*)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Learn up bass tabs for jamming on Thursday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get more stuff sorted out for prom..teasers, sponsorships etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go for Nadia &amp;amp; Alyshea's birthday party @ Dutavista&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get back my Importance of Being Earnest book from Jon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go for Ryan's farewell in Taman Tun &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buy stuff, presents for them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's proly more unforseen but soon to be revealed things to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you think your day is going to be bad, then well..think again. But dont worry about me; I like my days like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-7256373470085720494?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/7256373470085720494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=7256373470085720494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7256373470085720494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7256373470085720494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/09/16-things-to-do-on-16th.html' title='16 Things To Do On The 16th'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-5982064359833206168</id><published>2009-09-09T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:07:58.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Crepe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really didnt feel like blogging tonight or even coming online and since the date occurs every few millennia, then well..why not..I could and later the dates but I guess it wouldnt quite feel right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent the day..running around..yay..Prom meeting at 12, Mms at around the same time which I made a short cameo but it was mainly prom prom prom and more prom issues today and I have a headache..the painless but ever lasting one..argghh at least things are 3 weeks ahead of last year. Good sign I hope?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I left college for a while to run some errands around Bangsar and go back to college for marketing and I had like a 15 minute nap in the car before that which was nice but not long enough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then after class The Penang Girl and I headed to The Gardens for Krispy Kreme &amp;amp; dinner..Pastis ( the place outside Isetan which always has 50% off on its whatever their cake of the month is and am suppose to go with Jon but havent ( 5 months running)), has this promo which after 7pm get 2 main courses and the cheaper one is free..so I had some crepe which was alright..nothing special but plenty of salad and the chicken was pretty tender..so go check it out..cost something like Rm25 because of the deal which is pretty cheap considering its all cafe styled health food ish stuff for 2 people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Met Eunice and her mom there..in fact she told me about the promo in the first place..will drop by with her before she goes back to Warwick..saw Francis too..not sure which of his kids he was with..I think it was Kylie cause I think Ethan is pretty big now..4 I think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway after that..and some chocolate we then found how odd Tropicana City Mall's traffic system was cause I was dropping her there..and there's place called Bad Ass Coffee! And its got a Donkey as a mascot! I wanna try it!! Any takers :D??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the I headed to Jon's house for donuts..and coffee..I brought some and he had some too. First time trying Malaysia's Krispy Kreme..not bad but good god so sugary! Later tonight im gonna have a huge glass of milk. Diabetes is calling me &amp;amp; Jon. We gotta thank Adrian though; all my donuts were the normal sugar glazed, he left a box of assorted ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And well I now im home..and thats how my 09/09/09 went..long day of running around and consuming healthy and unhealthy food..And since im real nice, I shall leave some quotes from today. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 12pm before our meeting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Where you going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ecka : To move my car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Ok..and you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ernest : To uhhh..move his car..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; On Law Suits..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : You know how Bill talked about 'pressing law suits' in class?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yee Mun : Yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : You know what I was thinking? Ironing a suit..which you use for law purposes!! Get it? Pressing law suits? hhahahahahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Seeing Bad Ass Coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Hey its a cow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yee Mun : No its a donkey..you get it? Bad Ass :D???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : HAHAHAH I must try that place one day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On leaving Jon's house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Ok if you want to go now then shake hands now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : I need to go toilet la wei omg its getting painful ciao ciao ask my sister to get the gate for you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Ok ciao..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few minutes later I went outside the toilet door to create some havoc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : AWWW ewwww argghhh get me a gas mask!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : (From inside) Eh shut up la im trying to minimize the sound effects!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eeee aaaa arggh oh no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Eh fuck you la go home bitch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope everyone had a good 09/09/09 too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-5982064359833206168?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/5982064359833206168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=5982064359833206168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5982064359833206168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5982064359833206168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-crepe.html' title='Oh Crepe!'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-1769481110086593615</id><published>2009-09-08T07:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:42:38.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Guy Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So last night I believed I walked past a group of old friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I walked by without so much another glance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't really nice of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then again i'm sick of always being mr nice guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-1769481110086593615?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/1769481110086593615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=1769481110086593615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1769481110086593615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1769481110086593615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/09/going-by.html' title='Nice Guy Not'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-2298666732991836473</id><published>2009-09-03T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:38:55.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea, More Tea &amp; Oh My Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Among my friends the only person who seems happy that college has started again is surprise surprise..me! And to make it better im super optimistic that its going to be an awesome semester compared to those past disgruntled semesters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why the Mr Sunshine impersonation? Because I pretty much have the BEST DAMN SCHEDULE! Its almost as good as the schedule of Summer Sem '08. Its got some down points but its way outweighed by the good ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's my schedule. And btw, my interpretation of an awesome schedule is way different than most people but its very distinctively me :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt; : 8am-10am ; Media Writing, 4pm-6pm ; Comm Law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt; : 8:30am-10am ; Media Writing, 10am-12pm ; Comm Law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt; : 4pm-6pm ; Marketing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursda&lt;/b&gt;y : 4pm-6pm ; Pr Writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt; : 8am-10am ; Marketing, 2:30pm-4pm ; Pr Writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the significance of this all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I CAN GO TO NIRWANA AND HAVE ROTI CANAI AND TEA AFTER EVERY CLASS!!! WOHOOOO (After puasa ends btw) . Ok fine Tuesday is lunch..but if I dont go for Comm Law then..hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes thats right my schedule does revolve around Nirwana. If not Nirwana, Lan is fine with me. Im not kidding when I say this. You dont know how disappointed I was when my previous schedules this year meant I had to spend less time at Nirwana. I mean wouldn't you be pissed if you were deprived of spending time at your second home??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then since I have such long breaks in between classes, I can just go home, sleep or hang around then go for class again later in the day! Woooo!! Boo to extra parking fees though but what the hell small price to pay for happiness baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Omg omg my schedule rocks. If I had taken Srm instead of Pr Writing id have Thursdays free and as much as id love Thursdays off ( Thursday is my favourite day of the week) id rather go to college every than have a packed Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only sucky bit is three 8am classes..Classes which I really can't skip much..and means if I go out the night before be prepared to feel crappy in the morning..I went to Luna Bar 2 nights ago and going home early at 1am because you have to wake up at 7:30am sucks really badly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah I know its so relaxed, specially compared with my friends who are ranging from anything from 3-6 subjects this semester and they`ll proly do better than me anyway. Screw taking lots of subjects and finishing fast. It doesnt work for me ill finish the same time still so what the hell its time to have fun while I can! And oh its the second semester in a row im taking a subjects which I initially refused to take no matter what. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The biggest disappointment though is that Political Science is being offered this semester but as an Adp elective meaning which I can't take it as one of my elective but I do plan on going in the class every now and do my best to enjoy it and learn something even though most of you will know why that not likely possible..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So to all my friends, if I continuously call you up and ask you to have tea and roti with me, then well, you know why..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And oh what a wonderful semester this is shaping up to be. Don't you think so?&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/6232474-2298666732991836473?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/2298666732991836473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=2298666732991836473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2298666732991836473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2298666732991836473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/09/tea-more-tea-oh-my-schedule.html' title='Tea, More Tea &amp; Oh My Schedule'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-6271421417794051819</id><published>2009-08-26T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:14:45.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Try Try</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pop tart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You never listen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skinned knees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to hold on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop Start, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whats our mission?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skinned knees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to hold on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After years and I mean years of trying, I think its safe to say im a fan of The Smashing Pumpkins..But I still think Billy Corgan is annoyingly obnoxious as ever..If you think I don't like him, he happens to scare the daylights out of Kenneth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-6271421417794051819?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/6271421417794051819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=6271421417794051819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6271421417794051819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6271421417794051819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/08/try-try-try.html' title='Try Try Try'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-5402702096105460054</id><published>2009-08-15T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:28:45.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV World Stage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight ill be here :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SoZGKvb1HAI/AAAAAAAABJw/yP_BZFvLd8M/s1600-h/about.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SoZGKvb1HAI/AAAAAAAABJw/yP_BZFvLd8M/s400/about.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370056756031724546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I honestly dont think the line up is anything to shout about though..But what the hell because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; The Rocker I am haas Mosh Pit tickets!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone else going? Call me and ill see you then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-5402702096105460054?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/5402702096105460054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=5402702096105460054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5402702096105460054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5402702096105460054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/08/mtv-world-stage.html' title='MTV World Stage!'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SoZGKvb1HAI/AAAAAAAABJw/yP_BZFvLd8M/s72-c/about.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-612380512430377524</id><published>2009-08-15T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:09:05.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Thursday (And Almost Everyday) I....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Wake up at 7am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....work from 8am-8pm ( it can be anything from 8am-12am or even all night and weekends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Eat lasanga, mushroom soup and wedges at Delicious with Isabelle when I thought I was going to have smoothies and brownies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Ended up clubbing with Rachel &amp;amp; Michelle &amp;amp; gang at Envy when I thought we were just going to sit down somewhere and have a drink..but then again it was Rachel's birthday..shows how fried my brains are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Take pictures..incriminating ones too perhaps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.... Go home at 2am and wake up at 8:30am for work but spend half that time sleeping very uncomfortably..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Am too sleepy to continue this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-612380512430377524?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/612380512430377524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=612380512430377524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/612380512430377524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/612380512430377524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-thursday-and-almost-everyday-i.html' title='Last Thursday (And Almost Everyday) I....'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-8245570848952314767</id><published>2009-08-11T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:00:54.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is getting out of the boring office and missing out on something interesting at it when your away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is finding the title of the tape you need so much only to find out its tape 2 when its tape 1 you need..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to not have lunch but have a light tea time meal and find an hour later there's free pizza in the office..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to feel like dying because you have no a guitar at the moment and find two guitars at work but one is missing its G string while the other is an electric which uses an amp that has a funny plug and there's no adapter to make it plug-in-able..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to look at your handphone and cant imagine it sitting in the closet being a spare phone when you get a new one and find it goes bust the next day. And even if you want to repair it (a 3rd time) you cant find it anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to buy a laptop plus an external card reader only to find out a few months later that same laptop becomes cheaper and has an internal card reader (at least the so called freebies made up for that)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is sitting around bored at the office doing nothing cause the internet was down and eventually up again by restarting the router but only finding out hours later that the router was in a cupboard almost next to your desk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is having opened the said cupboard the day before and not realizing the router was inside..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to get a nice deck of cards with a case but the case's catch for opening/closing breaks after the first time its used..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to spend forever adjusting camera settings to get a nice picture of something lousy and then not remembering to adjust the camera settings properly and get a lousy picture of something nice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to snicker when your friends called you when you were in a foreign country thinking you wouldnt be charged but finding out you got charged just as well..(I thought it was just an in America thing)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to buy a laptop sleeve which the handle for one of the zippers breaks and meet someone who bought the exact sleeve and have the exact same problem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to own one of the most popular cars in the country yet only sitting in a car of the same model which isnt yours only once..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to be able to sleep in on mornings on which doesnt have conducive sleeping in weather ( think cloudy/cold/windy/rainy) but can't sleep in when its perfect to sleep in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to put off a shower by an hour to do something else and find an hour later there's no water..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to buy sandwiches for lunch once a week and on the day you go the sandwich place's toaster oven is busted hence a non toasted sandwich..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to search the yogurt section high and low for one special flavour then when you turn around some little kid finds the one and only bottle of that yogurt without even trying hard ( I mentioned this in June 2006 I think)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to not be sociable with your brother whom you rarely see cause your too tired from work when its usually the other way round..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to spend hours stressing over whether to wear a baju melayu or a suit to a malay wedding, specially when your malay, choose a suit and worry about being out of place and finding the groom himself is wearing a suit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to lend a friend your guitar pick and think he disappeared with it but find one on the floor, think its yours then realize weeks later its not yours..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to stand next to a friend in a queue and have her not realize you and happen to reach for straws at the same time yet still not get realized and eventually not getting realized..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that on the day you win Monopoly for the first time with friends whom play very seriously, they gave up cause you had the most money would have eventually lost instead of you bankrupting them which is what they usually do to you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to annoy a friends dad to play Scrabble with you so there'll be 4 players, find he is hardly playing and reading a book most of the time, yet won after getting tons of points from a 7 letter word, which happened to be 'learned' ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to throw away months and months of your life just for one night in the hopes it`ll be the perfect night and finding it to be the perfect night-mare..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to plan that very night for more than 6 months and expect it to be perfect and find it go all wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to plan a similar night in 2 months and expecting a nightmare but finding the epitome of perfection..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to do an assignment last minute but get good marks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to finish an assignment days before its due and barely get half..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is stoning in class but always used as an example during lectures..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to be in the best shape of your life, fitness and physique wise, yet not being able to shake off an almost year long backache..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anybody with me? There's so much more but for now last but not least,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to be given a voucher for Schokolart 3 days before it expires and watch it expire because its valid from 11am-6pm and on the first 2 days either you or the person you want to go with isn't free at the time and find its valid on Sundays-Thursdays only, ruling out the final day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is to find out several months later the voucher is valid again til the end of the month with the same conditions but find you can't use it cause your working during the valid hours, find that the final week of its validity is already the fasting month and worse of all : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Find out that the person you want to go with isn't around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-8245570848952314767?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/8245570848952314767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=8245570848952314767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8245570848952314767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8245570848952314767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/08/irony-me.html' title='Irony &amp; Me'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-1670928639758919570</id><published>2009-08-06T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T02:49:59.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Month Another Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I can now add yet another countless month to my archives. Blogging for the month done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No im kidding. Really. I have pretty much left a big hole about my life for the last 3 months and to be honest I dont know where its gone to. Around 3 weeks of my holidays has come and gone and while they werent that eventful I at least wasnt sleeping at home all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so for the next 3 weeks im working..back at company I was at last year. Not my original plan but I guess better than nothing. I started again yesterday..doesnt feel like I left except the change in faces and increase of everyones general stress which im hoping to keep away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent yesterday in Kl at Dayabumi and Masjid India shooting with Jasmin &amp;amp; Chino. Interviewee was kinda boring..pretty sleepy throughout the day..had  5 hours of sleep the night before but other than that wasn't anything but a kinda normal 9am-7pm shift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came home and slept at 11:45pm! The earliest in years..and I slept 8 hours straight..another achievement cause I can hardly sleep more than 7 hours in a row. Best still I wanted to sleep more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was more like closer to 10am..and I was dying of boredom so I followed Johan out to Rtm, Mid Valley &amp;amp; Ampang..which I think means ive been to the city center for the 6th or 7th time in barely over a week. Can't get enough of the city..specially when I dont have to drive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway today was pretty busy after we got back at 3pm..after lunch at 4 I was assuming id have nothing and would leave at 5pm. Right. Meeting after meeting happened and I left at 7:45pm and was expecting to return at 9pm and stay over night doing work with Chino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end Chino couldn't stay over so I just went home at 7:45pm, and came back at 9:30pm and worked til 12am. Ive got a long day tomorrow. In fact a long couple of weeks. Might work on weekends as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway guess. Tomorrow there's 2 shoots tomorrow. One is at a location so boring I wont mention it cause its sad. Plus to make it worse, ill be there. The other shoot is at the office studio which is kinda dreary, stuffy and in a huge mess. But guess who's the focus of the camera lens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maya Karin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to cry myself to sleep now. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-1670928639758919570?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/1670928639758919570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=1670928639758919570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1670928639758919570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1670928639758919570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-month-another-post.html' title='Another Month Another Post'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-6493219274920200560</id><published>2009-07-27T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:48:38.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Confession #1 : I Have A Confession..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favourites things I say, namely to myself is that 'I have a confession'. Can't remember where I picked up it from..but there's a special way of saying..ask me for the proper tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With this, I shall start making a series of confessions about things you may or may not already know. For those who know about the things I may confess, be prepared to slap yourselves just like you did when you first heard them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you haven't heard, please be prepared to slap yourselves in disbelief. However please don't slap me. Hate the sin not the sinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a confession # 1&lt;/b&gt; : I frequently say "I have a confession" to myself. But wait you already knew that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fine. I frequently talk to myself, get into arguments, slap myself, etc. I even have separated myself and my ego. In fact its them who get me into this sort of trouble. I have yet to get into a fistfight with my self/ego but like they say, give it something some time and eventually that something will happen. So uhh yeah depending on day or time you might get the ego..not me..Wink wink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now please dont give me that look..I give it to myself too often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-6493219274920200560?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/6493219274920200560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=6493219274920200560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6493219274920200560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6493219274920200560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-confession-1-i-have-confession.html' title='I Have A Confession #1 : I Have A Confession..'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-1742909389085547565</id><published>2009-07-19T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:26:00.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 10 Favourite Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like disclosing something today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So in no particular order, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 10 Favourite Songs &amp;amp; Why :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - Slide&lt;/b&gt;; The most underrated Goo Goo Doll song, only because of the popularity of &lt;i&gt;Iris&lt;/i&gt;. Don't you sometimes just want to forget everyone, slide &amp;amp; runaway?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Garbage - Special&lt;/b&gt;; There's always someone out there who's just..Special..and it sucks when things used to be so good and then go so wrong and you can't ever stop thinking about it, isnt it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Verve Pipe&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;-  The Freshmen;&lt;/b&gt; Very grungy, very 90's. When we're young we always think we know everything and that we can handle everything, don't we? Reality says otherwise, sadly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Chicane - Lost You Somewhere (Tiesto Remix); &lt;/span&gt;I dont think there's another song I know thats as emotionally provoking as this. It has every emotion I can think of. The perfect song at night, when your thinking of something while speeding down the highway with the wind in your hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vertical Horizon - Everything You Want;&lt;/b&gt; I think most people can related to this song. There's someone out there to always try to be everything for..but sometimes no matter how everything you try be..you never are and you`ll never know why.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third Eye Blind - Never Let You Go&lt;/b&gt;; I could play the rhythm riff all day long on guitar and I could listen to to the solo without ever getting bored. I`ll never let this song go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Late Night Alumni - Eros;&lt;/b&gt; Best saved for late at night, its perfect chill out lounge type music after a long day. Provocative too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Placebo - Every You Every me;&lt;/b&gt;  Lyrical poetry, coupled with Brian Molko's sexily androdgy voice &amp;amp; fast beat = Me doing a human bobblehead impersonation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Benni Bennassi - Who's Your Daddy;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Satisfaction&lt;/i&gt; is the most overrated club song. This song gets my blood pumping and gets me moving and truth be told, the sexual energy in this song just makes this the ultimate make out song. Wink wink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frou Frou - Only Got One;&lt;/b&gt;  My ultimate happy song! It helps me forget the world and relax, when forgettable times arise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprised by my choices? Most of these are pretty much cemented as my favourites..a few are debatable because there's at least 20 other songs fighting to be on this list. Im sure those who know me can guess what songs missed out on this list..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-1742909389085547565?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/1742909389085547565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=1742909389085547565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1742909389085547565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1742909389085547565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-10-favourite-songs-yours.html' title='My 10 Favourite Songs'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-265482385092886495</id><published>2009-07-12T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:06:10.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3am Humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So on Friday night we went to Souled Out in Hartamas to celebrate Jon C's 21st and if I were him..i'd never show my face there ever again after what we did to him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I`ll post a pic later but to get your thinking juices flowing, we made him wear a bra with purple lit fake boobs under em, pink panties which we stuffed red feather, a wedding type veil and turned this wig that couldn't fit into a super 'hairy' corsage and of course the big huge Souled Out happy birthday had which has blonde hair. No we didnt strip him..maybe next year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we paraded him around. At 11pm. Peak hour. So this is why he should never go there again. But he was surprisingly sporting..eeeee maybe shes got a weird fetish for blatant crossing dressing in public!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then later on at night some of us were at Bangkung and at about 3am me and Jon Ti came up with a stupid, under the influence song, inspired by just nows happenings (to be sung in that ever familiar tune)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here comes the bride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She has no pride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look at her stride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She just had a ride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here comes the groom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;His hair's like a broom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He just some boom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Up in his room&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Theres the bridemaid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She just got laid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She wasnt paid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And now she cant remember where she stayed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA..apparently Zezen took a video! It was hilarious at the time but I hope it doesn't go up on Facebook or Youtube or im screwed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm working on including other characters inside. Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-265482385092886495?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/265482385092886495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=265482385092886495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/265482385092886495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/265482385092886495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/07/3am-humour.html' title='3am Humour'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-3803902367139748726</id><published>2009-07-08T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:57:15.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter For A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Melissa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember those days when we briefly co-blogged? I honestly can't remember much about it apart from the fact it was red in colour, but it used to make me smile when you'd reply my posts with one of your own and I know you`ll smile now, cause I'm very sure you know that there's hardly any persons out there i'd specially dedicate a blog post to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On my part, I'm fine and i'm still in the country. Contrary to popular belief, I wont be going anywhere anytime soon. Life's changed since the glory days of yesteryear and I too have changed, even if only a little. For better or worse, I am undecided but typically unapologetic should it be the latter. Despite that, I still think I am the person who said he'd dance with you to Echo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so how have you been? Over the years i've tried my best to keep up with your nomadic nature. Whether its gone from &lt;i&gt;racingstripes&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;whoaamello&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;pinkvodkacrayolacrushsky&lt;/i&gt; , I honestly lost track a very long time ago. Although ive bugged you for years to just stick to one, I know you wont and I'm ever peachy with it. As you said, I'm still here and barring any unforeseen circumstances, I don't think ill ever leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to let you know, Im on holiday now so what we need is a cozy place with comfy chairs and food &amp;amp; coffee but if you have a better idea, then I'm all ears. I hate to say it but I don't have your number anymore, but to be fair you've always misplaced mine over the years, haven't you? Hit me up, 012-3260011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so I shall end this here. Hear from you soon, yes? You can be sure you'd be more likely to find this in your mailbox rather than your inbox, but I only have the virtual version of your address. Actually wait forgive me, I don't think I have both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet me in outer space,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-3803902367139748726?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/3803902367139748726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=3803902367139748726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/3803902367139748726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/3803902367139748726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/07/letter-for-friend.html' title='Letter For A Friend'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-3513771586078924164</id><published>2009-07-07T03:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T03:45:15.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Forgotten Conversation, Remembered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some 7 months ago, I was riding shotgun in Dee May's car ; she, having her sociology finals; me, studying for comm theory the next day ; us, having some coffee beforehand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So on the way to college, she turns to me and asks me (somewhere along these lines) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why do we always put off something that we need to do? We always say we wont repeat that and that the next time, we`ll do as we should. After all we should, should`t we? Every time it happens we regret doing it, and promise not to do it again cause the consequences are always lousy, but yet we still do it! Why?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I tell her (once again along these lines) : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We're creatures of habit, and that its embedded somewhere in our minds that we naturally put off what we don't want to do. Resist as we may, it`ll still happen. The only thing we can do is to learn to just be cool with ourselves when we screw up..of course this is another story.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The irony is that 7 months on, I am about to sit for my own sociology finals. I doubt ill have anyone to turn to and ask this question, as I drive to college. So with this, I turn to you, the reader and ask this question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And what will you answer me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-3513771586078924164?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/3513771586078924164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=3513771586078924164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/3513771586078924164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/3513771586078924164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/07/forgotten-conversation-remembered.html' title='A Forgotten Conversation, Remembered'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-7575365985947720988</id><published>2009-07-05T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:13:14.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So My Favourite Tea Biscuit Makers Wont Go Bust?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I for all the times I read the previous article, I missed out one thing :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 18px; "&gt;"The company plans to use the court's protection to renegotiate leases with reluctant landlords in its effort to restructure and emerge from bankruptcy. &lt;b&gt;The filing does not include operations outside the U.S. "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I missed such a simple line, then how in the world am I going to study (properly) for my finals, of which starts tomorrow at 8am (Pr Methods), with Sociology at 12pm the following day??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh-uh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I digress. You know what they say..one thing leads to another and while I hope they dont go bust, perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope for a sale? Or am I being too hopeful..again..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-7575365985947720988?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/7575365985947720988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=7575365985947720988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7575365985947720988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7575365985947720988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-my-favourite-tea-biscuit-makers-wont.html' title='So My Favourite Tea Biscuit Makers Wont Go Bust?'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-688338907455852341</id><published>2009-07-03T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:06:44.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Tea Biscuit Makers To Go Bust?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;According to this &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090701/ap_on_bi_ge/us_crabtree___evelyn_bankruptcy"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; on Yahoo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn files for Chapter 11 protection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="byline" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); "&gt;&lt;cite class="vcard" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); "&gt;By VINNEE TONG, AP Business Writer &lt;/cite&gt;– &lt;abbr title="2009-07-01T08:37:02-0700" class="timedate" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-variant: normal; "&gt;Wed Jul 1, 11:37 am ET&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yn-story-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;NEW YORK – Soap and lotion seller Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn Ltd. says it filed for Chapter 11 protection on Wednesday, a victim of the recession and management missteps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;The pressure of repaying debt forced the company to file for bankruptcy, Acting President Stephen Bestwick said in a court filing. He said management changes had resulted in several shifts in strategy, hurting its wholesale business.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;The company plans to use the court's protection to renegotiate leases with reluctant landlords in its effort to restructure and emerge from bankruptcy. The filing does not include operations outside the U.S.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;The Woodstock, Conn.-based company reported in a court filing that it owed $46.2 million in debt and had $31.7 million in assets as of March 31. The privately held company runs 126 retail stores that sell bathroom products and gift basket items at Copley Place in Boston, Watertower Place in Chicago, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246462646_0"&gt;The Mall at Short Hills&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246462646_1"&gt;New Jersey&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246462646_2"&gt;Embarcadero Center&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246462646_3"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/span&gt; and Century City Mall in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246462646_4"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/span&gt;, among others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;It also sells &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246462646_5"&gt;Vera Bradley bags&lt;/span&gt; and wallets as well as LaSource, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246462646_6"&gt;India Hicks Island Living&lt;/span&gt; and Naturals products.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;The company first sold products under the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246462646_7"&gt;Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn&lt;/span&gt; name in 1972 and its first retail store was opened in 1977. The store's name is derived from a short form of Crabapple Tree and the last name of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246462646_8"&gt;John Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;, a Brit who wrote about conservation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Parent company Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn Holdings Ltd. is a London-based holding company, which is in turn owned by investment holding company CE Holdings in the British Virgin Islands. CE Holdings is owned by KLKOI, another investment vehicle based in the Virgin Islands. KLKOI operates &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246462646_9"&gt;rubber plantations&lt;/span&gt; and manufactures oleochemicals, which are chemicals derived from oils and fats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Other major retailers that have filed for bankruptcy during the current downturn include &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246462646_10"&gt;Steve &amp;amp; Barry's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246462646_11"&gt;Eddie Bauer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246462646_12"&gt;Filene's Basement&lt;/span&gt;, Linens 'N Things, Mervyn's and &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246462646_13"&gt;Circuit City Stores Inc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Bestwick said he hoped the reorganization would help Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn continue its "tradition of English-style elegance."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;It filed its case in the Southern District of New York.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope they don't go bankrupt cause well..they make my favourite English Breakfast tea and lemon crunch tea biscuits. You have not had tea biscuits until you've had them. In fact every tea party should have them! But sudden sale? Oh yes please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-688338907455852341?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/688338907455852341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=688338907455852341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/688338907455852341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/688338907455852341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favourite-tea-biscuit-makers-to-go_03.html' title='My Favourite Tea Biscuit Makers To Go Bust?'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-809503493543697684</id><published>2009-06-28T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:37:28.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Crack Myself Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Zainul tells me to follow him to Penang (he was there the week before and after but not the week I was in Penang, last month!) the next time he goes, to eat durians. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My reply? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If your boot's cool then i'm cool"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get it get it?? HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I crack myself up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-809503493543697684?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/809503493543697684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=809503493543697684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/809503493543697684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/809503493543697684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-i-crack-myself-up.html' title='How I Crack Myself Up'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-8748635481946627920</id><published>2009-06-23T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:59:24.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Strings Attached</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent last week without the use of my regular phone number..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it was pretty liberating. Maybe ill do it again someday, this time on purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news, sociology is fine. Kinda fun at times, interesting at others but down right frightening most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fact this semester ive spent more time dating sociology than proper persons. In fact ive never had a subject thats shadowed me like a dark cloud as much as this. Even maths &amp;amp; stats didnt alter my life. Now the thought of socio is enough to put me off from going out, specially on nights where I have it the next day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Sure the events and nights out during the past few weekends have been fun, but nothing beats dyadic intimacy. Oh how I miss it and the memorable nights that it brings. Someone free some time for me; for i'm severely lacking intimate moments..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-8748635481946627920?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/8748635481946627920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=8748635481946627920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8748635481946627920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8748635481946627920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-strings-attached.html' title='No Strings Attached'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-3325870057585592329</id><published>2009-06-19T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T03:18:34.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoken Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Endless are the emotions suffered&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Destine actions and words, they do &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wallow away in self pity is one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If silence is all that is said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing is what a reply will be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why must such a tragic fate occur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And worse it just seems to recur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep hiding away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Empty is how things will stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unless something is spoken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Profound will that heart remain broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-3325870057585592329?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/3325870057585592329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=3325870057585592329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/3325870057585592329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/3325870057585592329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/06/spoken-silence.html' title='Spoken Silence'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-3017461987786454558</id><published>2009-06-13T19:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:01:42.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Write Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like writing a little kid story and I need ideas/inspirations. I blame this on helping Jon with his social Psych assignment. And I quite like rhyming couplets. For example :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little Prince Clive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He was only five&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One day he decided to go for a dive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And well&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's no longer alive..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amuse me with your muses.&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/6232474-3017461987786454558?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/3017461987786454558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=3017461987786454558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/3017461987786454558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/3017461987786454558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/06/write-idea.html' title='Write Idea'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-1337899305514087899</id><published>2009-06-12T05:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T06:32:30.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verbal Discourse, Of Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recent Sounds :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How to have fun with sociology, the lame way :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Question: What is a nuclear family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : A family of which the parents are nuclear scientists, have kids named Alpha, Beta &amp;amp; Gamma as well as a dog named Uranium..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Calvin : What about delta etc etc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Ok that sounds more squad names now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Youth, underlife stages and generation :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-stage of transition before adulthood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-youth cultures based on the consumption &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Youth cultures based on the consumption of food. Hey we young people eat alot..right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Hey check it out! There's someone named Kenneth in this article!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Calvin : As long as its not Ponnu its ok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Weih! There's a Nash inside now! You think we can find Sathya or Tinesh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Calvin : If you find I think we better burn the book..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Bangkung, Last Saturday night (theres more..not suitable to be mentioned heheh) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon C : Eh what happened to her la? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xing : Yea la..she damn tramp now wei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xing : Shes like a bicycle..anyone can ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me, Jon Ti, Jon C, Xing  : HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA GOT SUCH THING???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : What is this? Now everyone can fly becomes anyone can ride now??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On helping Jon with his Social Psych assignment on writing a kids book :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Alright hows about he comes downstairs and sees something..a sight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me  : I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Prince Ben went downstairs and saw a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He then went to show his might&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However he wasn't very bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lost his eyesight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eh hows about this..since your talking about aroma's in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He smelt a scent in the air and went to have a whiff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However in the end he fell off the cliff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Stupid fella. Imagine if this was your assignment. Sure dunno what nonsense will be inside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meeting the true chinaman Gary in Devi's on Monday evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eh Chinaman!! Long time no see bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : Weih what happen wei you look damn big now..gym ah workout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : No la where got..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : Dont lie..last time you damn thin..like one drug addict only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eh fuck you la so your saying I was a drug addict last time??? Motherfucker..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Remember the time at Tinesh's house when Mel was talking about drugs and we said to look at your arm for marks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : And then when we asked about a big huge scar you said it was a mosquito bite? Stupid slut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kenneth : HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(To sum this up in college the next day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aaron C : HAHAHHA Gary calling you a drug addict? Hahahaha Coming from Gary ouch wei what rubbish talk wei hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Back to the previous night..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : So whos in Help now la?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Uhhh 3 of us la ( Me, Kenneth, Prashan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kenneth : HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : So why you in Bangsar? Paying rent ah? Collecting your stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kenneth : hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : No la collected already..all my housemates kena kick out already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eh why??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : Dunno ask the house owner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Aiyo why la..btw I saw your old hse no. 91 change gate wei...how la 24/7 open gate??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kenneth : How la??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eh why you went Segi..what happened to Glasgow?? London??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : Oh they wanted 70k in a week my dad said bank only allow him to take out 70k in 2 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : He told them go to hell la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eh why la you went Segi..better stay right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : Yea la I wanna change to B Psych but they told me start do foundation again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : But why? All the cores same as Adp it should count? I had a friend switch from Adp to B Comm no prob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : Yea la thats why that can but this cant..stupid la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : So how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : My mom told them to go to hell la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eh your parents damn chun wei everything oso go to hell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Still watching AF ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : Yea la my mom la watching so I oso watch she nicely vote somemore the fella from Sarawak or Sabah won you watched ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kenneth : Wtf Gary your mom watch doesnt mean you need to right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : How your best friends at Low Yat? Eh fixed your phone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prashan : Dont bother if hes sleeping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Omg its the pink Se flip open mirror ish phone...what happened to you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : No la friend borrow me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Then you`ll soon keep it as yours right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eh you left Help your english still sucks ass wei fucker what you talking on the phone I dunno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : Eh fuck you la where got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kenneth : Stupid chinaman slut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : Eh I got car already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Really? Where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gary : See the yellow Ferrari there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Huh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prashan : There the Mini Cooper there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Oh cheh Kelissa..fuyo leather seats and eh Kenneth we're outside Kk Mart what you doing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kenneth : Oh yeah (stands straight and salutes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prashan : Wtf are you doing man??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kenneth : See Kk Mart must salute wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prashan : Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kenneth : Come on wei look at all the cheap booze wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prashan : Oh shit man does anyone actually buy that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats all for now. Hope the stupidity above is enough to keep everyone entertained. Worse, thats not even half of whats happened lately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6232474-1337899305514087899?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/1337899305514087899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=1337899305514087899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1337899305514087899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1337899305514087899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/06/verbal-discourse-of-course.html' title='Verbal Discourse, Of Course'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-7807625949474847912</id><published>2009-06-08T05:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T06:35:38.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Falling Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A trail of smoke in the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone in a blink of an eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whether it came too late,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will soon learn my fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-7807625949474847912?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/7807625949474847912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=7807625949474847912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7807625949474847912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7807625949474847912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/06/thou-falling-star.html' title='Thou Falling Star'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-8808585428030819366</id><published>2009-06-03T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T02:29:53.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would like to announce something important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something which means alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 11:36 am today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WON MY FIRST ROUND OF CDD FOR THE SEMESTER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eat that all you in-denial-detractors who said id go through the whole semester without a victory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-8808585428030819366?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/8808585428030819366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=8808585428030819366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8808585428030819366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8808585428030819366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/06/pointless-service-announcement.html' title='Pointless Service Announcement'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-6134980923621915238</id><published>2009-05-30T03:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T04:13:39.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of The City, And Into Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todays been a good/bad day. Got all my sociology stuff for the week done (quiz and presentation). Speaking of the latter my article was 15 pages while most are 4. ARGH. I spent the whole of last night at Starbucks having a horrifically unproductive date with my sociology work. Its like the relationship I never wanted. And its another 6 weeks til I metaphorically break up. Another ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A whole afternoon dedicated to running errands with 4 of those hours in the car. ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barcelona 2 Manu 0. ARGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have alot of reasons to ARGH but forget because its going to be a good weekend because, remember &lt;a href="http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2008/12/jobless-in-penang-transcripted.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2008/12/jobless-in-penang-pictures-more.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well guess back im returning the scene of it all, Penang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But this time I dont think there will be anyone around to be jobless with. Sigh. The gang's like me, not on a real holiday. The Penang Girl wont be around either. Hopefully I can pull a friend out of the blue like I usually do. Not much hopes though. Anyway ill be in Penang to go for a friends wedding. Hes like I cant remember somewhere from 26-30. 28 I think. And I didnt even know he was engaged or even had a girlfriend and now wife to be..some friend I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of that I unintentionally completed the circle by forgetting my brother's birthday. ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enough of that after this hellacious week im looking forward to a weekend free of sociology and work. I`ll spend my time lazing on some chair overlooking the sea reading a book and hopefully listening to nothing but happy music, which I think everyone should listen to as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SiA85fg_BHI/AAAAAAAABJo/cl3wO8nCRbY/s1600-h/51mEa0BDWGL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SiA85fg_BHI/AAAAAAAABJo/cl3wO8nCRbY/s400/51mEa0BDWGL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341336116471465074" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frou Frou's the name but if you love Imogen Heap its her but under a different guise along with Guy Sigsworth. Which track to listen to? All! Its that good...and happy! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only Got One&lt;/span&gt; is the which kept me sane throughout exam week last semester. But &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let Go&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breathe In&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its Good To Be In Love&lt;/span&gt; (alot of my friends should check this one) and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shh&lt;/span&gt; are my other personal favourites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my regular comrades in randomly going around Kl at night, please be forewarned that I am dying to hit the city I love at night, so when I get back we shall have the nights lights in our sights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so off to Penang I am. I`ll be staying in Tanjung Bungah but of course I want to hang in Gurney. If your around, call me and jobless we shall be :D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-6134980923621915238?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/6134980923621915238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=6134980923621915238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6134980923621915238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6134980923621915238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-of-city-and-to-another.html' title='Out Of The City, And Into Another'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SiA85fg_BHI/AAAAAAAABJo/cl3wO8nCRbY/s72-c/51mEa0BDWGL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-8043348921237316323</id><published>2009-05-25T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:26:40.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magpies Fly Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im watching what appears to be the last of Newcastle in England's top flight of football for what could be some time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its painful. And I dont even support them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its already stoppage time..and they cant even get the ball in the penalty area..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And theres the final whistle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even Shearer couldn't save them. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6232474-8043348921237316323?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/8043348921237316323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=8043348921237316323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8043348921237316323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8043348921237316323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/05/magpies-fly-away.html' title='The Magpies Fly Away'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-4626277732600593157</id><published>2009-05-22T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:20:35.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness, In Book Form</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So ive started a new semester..and its not been the type of short semester ive dreamed about ( I was hoping for a replica of last year's). From having to drop a subject to day ruining tummy aches, rain at the wrong time, subjects that cause headaches and more, the past one week hasnt been too fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But enough about the unhappy rantings of myself for that shall be something for another day. For now is something and probably the only things that make me happy..books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you know back in March I picked up some books at an Mph warehouse sale..well before I went to Australia (this reminds me of an uncompleted post dated before I left), the Penang Girl and I went for another and I think I quite enjoyed the 2nd one even more..even though it was blistering hot..more on this later..so I got for myself :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ShWQZgP0XrI/AAAAAAAABJg/0kTtkALu_NQ/s1600-h/9780141324524H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ShWQZgP0XrI/AAAAAAAABJg/0kTtkALu_NQ/s400/9780141324524H.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338331701145001650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what? It Rm13.90 at normal price..I got it for Rm 2!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ShWQZHNqgHI/AAAAAAAABJI/aapu5ZM9Kq4/s1600-h/x13635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ShWQZHNqgHI/AAAAAAAABJI/aapu5ZM9Kq4/s400/x13635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338331694425079922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeing my interest in all things french, spurred by my french lessons last year and reading of French Revolution era related literature, I couldnt resist. And it was only Rm15! Its by the same guy who wrote Merde Happens, Dial M For Merde etc which can be seen at Mph with snails on them and the word Merde in the colours of the french flags. I`ll read those if I can ever get them for less than Rm36! Anyway back to this book it is absolutely hilarious. Its got sections on things like getting served by waiters, mispronouncing words, being polite/rude and so on. Its the only book thats keeping me sane right now. Im almost done with it though :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was eying Les Miserable but they only sold volume 1 and I wanted both together although that makes for one super thick book..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few days later at Mph Mid Valley at Grace's recommendation (thank you) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ShWQZaEOZTI/AAAAAAAABJY/CA13FhmWkYE/s1600-h/9780140621723H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ShWQZaEOZTI/AAAAAAAABJY/CA13FhmWkYE/s400/9780140621723H.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338331699485762866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good heavens! It I must say is likely one of the most absurd stories I have ever read and also the funniest. If I ever need a laugh I look the Bunburying parts. Seriously everyone should read this! It took me time to read it cause I stopped to laugh after every other line. Yes its that good..read it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in Melbourne at Dymocks (this super beyond awesome bookstore) I got for myself :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ShWQZcDXILI/AAAAAAAABJQ/L6Li1I9YVwQ/s1600-h/9781846140440H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ShWQZcDXILI/AAAAAAAABJQ/L6Li1I9YVwQ/s400/9781846140440H.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338331700019011762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 399px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have yet to start though. Maybe this weekend. Im kinda disappointed theres no political science this semester or this would have made it even more fun. Ive always wanted to read it since I heard of it back in high school and you dont know the amount of relief I experience when I learned that it is nowhere and I mean nowhere as thick as book like Faust (I nearly nearly bought this), Dante's Divine Comedy (its no comedy btw) or those Russian lit books by Dotoevsky. Cant wait to get started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Grace again showed this nifty little website called &lt;a href="http://www.dailylit.com/"&gt;dailylit.com &lt;/a&gt;. The have a selection of books and you can have bits of it emailed to you everyday or certain days etc at whatever time you want. It specifies how many installments itll take til you finally have the whole book. So of course the long books take longer. Some of the books I want to read are available so im thinking of just subscribing, let it accumulate and then start reading whenever I want. Some may even take a year..so far ive subscribed to Andrew Lang's  Essays In Little, which is this literary criticism bit on Victorian life through literature, people and so on. I havent started reading yet..should be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And ive also decided I shall hang around at bookstores and free read whenever I have time. Ive been doing that for Jekyll &amp;amp; Hyde. Finished around a third of it the other day. Sadly the only Mph that has it so far is Mid Valley so it might take time since I rarely go there..hopefully Times at Bsc has it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really just wish I could just read and read and not have to care for the world because id be too busy being in some other world which as flawed as it may be in its own way, would be a different world, and free of the pains of this world. I`ll just have to read about this sadly though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-4626277732600593157?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/4626277732600593157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=4626277732600593157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4626277732600593157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4626277732600593157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness-in-book-form.html' title='Happiness, In Book Form'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ShWQZgP0XrI/AAAAAAAABJg/0kTtkALu_NQ/s72-c/9780141324524H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-8329759353767347</id><published>2009-05-13T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:30:17.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grudgingly Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Greetings, beings of the land opposite to which I have been foraging upon for the past 10 days. Fear me, for I am full of intentions involving nothing but wreaking havoc upon the masses whom which ironically adore me. Such misplaced faith in the right place is what I call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That aside, I am back if you are unwilling to read the above or have interpreted it some strange manner. And I, like everyone else has during my absence, am wallowing, minus the fun, in the heat. Not that I cant take it, but an increase of around 20 degrees c of my regular air temperature is no laughing matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will slowly unravel the threads of my trip over time, particularly when I feel like it. Ive been back for a few days and I havent even unpacked or uploaded the pictures I took with my camera. Ive had a bit of a homecoming, if you will. Forgive me, but I havent been away from home this long in around 5  years which is quite some time by my usual standards. I am hatching a plan to ensure this doesnt reoccur..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So so far ive : had a unwelcoming re-welcoming to Malaysian heat, the pleasant sound of my car's engine and the sight of uncivil road manners, 2 roti's from Nirwana which are clearly not enough, the sadness of a lack of non commercialized coffee which is nicer than Starbucks or Mamak and priced in between, had a 4 hour drive around Pj running errands, eating Wendy's for the first time in 5 years (apart from the week before I left), finished reading another book, be dismayed at the lack of anything to do, be puzzled why I refuse to sleep when I can, read a quarter of Dr Jekyll &amp;amp; Mr Hyde in Mph because im too cheap to buy the book (at least I choose to read shorter books than Catch-22 hint hint), make calls and sms which will be of normal price (I dont want to see my phone bill), experience an increase in appetite due to the portions of food id been accustomed to as of late, learn how painful 1 hour of workout can be after not a single minute of it for the past 2 weeks, find people not around when I want them to be, as well as how dreadful this semester's schedule is and the joys of Bunburying (to be explained).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Id love to say more but I need to go now. Led, Clement, Calv and who knows who else, are to be my accomplices later tonight at Devi's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, ive been reading everyone's touching things done, gifts gotten, expression of love, related to Mother's Day. And I realise, I dont think I wished my mom at all. I think I did but it was rather half-hearted..but its not my fault really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fact today is my sisters birthday. She 10 years older than me now I believe. Worryingly however is that my other brother's birthday is some time this month. I know the date is near the end of the month..I also have no clue how old he's turning. Evidently it must be older than my sister cause he's older than her and in between my eldest brother. Speaking of him, if I remember properly, he's the only one who wished me happy birthday! I think. My memory fails me on this topic. Another thing I cant remember is how long was it after my birthday he wished me. It was either 1 week, 10 days or 2 weeks after it. Impressive. It used to always be a day late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Is my family swell or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought Id say this, but I miss Melbourne. More than Sydney in fact. Good heavens, whats come over me! I fear this will be used as firewood for those attempting to lure me there on a more permanent basis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-8329759353767347?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/8329759353767347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=8329759353767347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8329759353767347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8329759353767347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/05/grudgingly-home.html' title='Grudgingly Home'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-5555754201628326913</id><published>2009-05-05T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:19:47.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg Omg Omg Guess Where I Am!!??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG OMG I AM BEYOND STAR-STRUCK RIGHT NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure im in Sydney, and will be in Melbourne tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No I didnt see Kylie Minogue or Dhani Minogue, even though the Logies were a few nights ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No Penny and Adrian nor Stefan and Steffi are gonna get me this excited (please dont think wrong thoughts!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am on George Street near the Queen Victoria Building at a place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which btw you know those crazy movie scenes specially where people are fighting through madly to get through crazy Metropolitan traffic on foot, to get to somewhere because they are in a hurry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just braved that in the cold (not too bad btw), braved cramps (my lower leg is in a world of pain), thousands of pedestrians at rush hour (its 6pm Sydney time now), literally ran 2km, crossed so many streets, Harbour, Liverpool and at least another 5,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get to a place I couldnt live with myself if I never go to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am at,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE SECOND (2ND) BIGGEST APPLE MAC SHOP IN THE WORLD BABY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its 3 levels high. Im at the first on a Macbook Air, blogging, facebooking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway got to go. Another two stories left to visit, plus im going to meet up with Penny and Adrian to have dinner. Might have Russian food in Chinatown. Not sure yet. Hopefully will meet Stefan and Steffi as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOOHOOOO I STILL CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!!!!! THERE AE LITERALLY STARS IN MY EYES :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw post says 4:17pm because its following Malaysian time zone. Its actually 6:17pm Sydney time and its dark! Just like 9pm Malaysian. Oh how I love the winter weather :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-5555754201628326913?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/5555754201628326913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=5555754201628326913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5555754201628326913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5555754201628326913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-omg-omg-guess-where-i-am.html' title='Omg Omg Omg Guess Where I Am!!??!!'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-6825228102727838584</id><published>2009-05-01T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:30:07.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away Down Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally for the first time in my life im off to Australia. Flights at 10:30pm and im leaving home in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I`ll be in Sydney from tomorrow til the 6th and Melbourne from the 6th-10th. Back Sunday May 10th, at 10 pm after 10 days away. Ten :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway at first I was looking forward to some fun times. Events in my life have changed it to Soul Searching in Sydney and Mind Mending in Melbourne. However, ill be fine and ill have fun and can't wait to breathe chilly air again, take in everything I see and meet people I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I admit im stuck in a rut but im working my way out of it. Its actually one of the harder times in my life now, but I know I can do it. I owe it to myself and also to everyone whos really helped me out lately, special the little red riding hood :) . Its not easy but im not one to back away from challenges and I know I can beat this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can be found by my handphone number if needed as I have international roaming. If not, don't bother. But if you really miss me...go ahead ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Til I return or somehow blog there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-6825228102727838584?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/6825228102727838584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=6825228102727838584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6825228102727838584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6825228102727838584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/05/away-down-under.html' title='Away Down Under'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-731821813643220587</id><published>2009-05-01T04:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T04:41:36.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I comprehend everything thats been said and done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And grasp everything I can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For when the feeling of realization dawns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be it any time of the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Upon the morning I arise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;During the day I go about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or deep in the night as I sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When it occurs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be it today or tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever or anon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For when it all kicks in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will truly be a broken man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-731821813643220587?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/731821813643220587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=731821813643220587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/731821813643220587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/731821813643220587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/05/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-8257965798001203588</id><published>2009-05-01T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:27:36.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cdd In The Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So last Saturday night I was dying of boredom at home. Seriously not leaving my house everyday or spending more than half the day at home is excruciating to be honest. Well at my house at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Jon said he and Xing and some others were going to Bangkung an hour before midnight so obviously I joined in. And it was hot. And I wore my H-Factor shirt for the first time ever outside event time. I kinda miss those times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So while everyone was sitting at the picnic-ish table, I was there lying down on those funny shaped things I always lie on. Not much of a description.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I arrived Xing &amp;amp; Ching Mun had gone to buy ice and returned when I was there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Eh where the hell did you all go? Buy ice or go make ice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xing : Eh had to go 7-11 all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Eh hello got Petronas down the road!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xing : Oh yeah..hey whos that over there (looking at me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Sup man! Thought id join in tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xing : Cheh its you I was wondering who was that random dude lying down next to everyone hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And soon we played Cdd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eh Xing you lost la im in now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Eh you malay fella gonna teach us chinese people how to play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Yeah of course. I expert what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Everyday in college play. No class oso go to play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Yea la stupid jobless guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 minutes later :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Told you guys I was gonna teach you people how to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xing : Hey those were my cards! Bloody fool got  Two highest Dee can use in flush and ace of spades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eh Jon you loser right 1 can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Dumb guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ching Mun : Eh how la these cards aiyo lousy la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Come let me help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ching Mun : Eh idiot fella stop looking at my cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Haih these fellas..btw Xing got Dai Dee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xing  : Eh screw you la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My greatest win ever :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eh aiyo what kinda cards did I shuffle for myself..all 3's and 4's only and eh EHEHEHEHEH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Wtf hes up to something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Mmmm. (Puts down four 3's &amp;amp; a 5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Anyone HEHEHHE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ching Mun : Dont tell me another 4 of a kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Thats right! (Puts down four 4's &amp;amp; a 10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Aiyo what the hell is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : No one? Nothing? NOTHING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : (Puts down double dee (diamond &amp;amp; dai dee) and throws down a J (last card))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : WOOOOOHOOOO HEHEHEHEHEH AHAHAHHAHA WOOOO (RUNS AROUND SCREAMING IN THE PARK)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Wtf look at the fella syiok sendiri wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : hahahahahaha no one put a card down! Eat that bitches! I knew coming here was the right thing to do tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ching Mun : Eh he something wrong ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xing : What the hell man what are the odds wei??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : WOOHOOOOOOO HEHEHEHEHEHEH AHAHAHAHAHHA WOOOO EAT THAT BITCHES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bragging time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eh who lost ah (looking at everyone one by one)? Eh wait, you all lost!! HAHAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eh look its the face of a loser! Oh wait another or wait yet another?? Oh dear your all losers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Eh you all said loser down right well all of you 3 lost so down la HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ching Mun : Eh where got people this uncivilised la wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Thats why this guy syiok sendiri #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Thats why in my college Cdd group im the Noise Maker &amp;amp; Trash Talker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Yea la what is this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : I told you me and Cdd is a match made in heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ching Mun : Eh I got something to tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : What&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ching Mun : *SCREAMS* AHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Oh wtf I knew that was gonna happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : OI WHAT THE HELL?? Later people thing you kena rogol or dunno what im running away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xing : Yea la these sort of people psycho la screaming for no reason later ppl suspect something we cabut la wei leave her behind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : You think I cannot do ah (makes popping noise with his mouth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ching Mun : OWWW thats your gonna die la AaaAaahh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Oh suara koyak already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Thank god! If that happened again you fellas will see me whenever holidays are done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Hey your suppose to down la you all lost!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xing : Eh wait la ok fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ching Mun : Eh fuck you all la I already said right I gotta go toilet right make me down somemore..cannot lose to Xing! Ahhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xing : Ahahaha who finished before you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : Eh damn gassy wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : BURP BURP argh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xing : Wei relax la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 1am before leaving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ching Mun : Eh I gotta go now la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jon : (says something dumb)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone : HAHAHAH WTF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ching Mun : Wei this isnt funny la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Ok la ok la ciao ciao later anything funny happen im not sticking around to help out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that was my Cdd Saturday night. That win ranks as one of my best ever. Ranks along side the time Edwin said he' salute me if I won using his cards which I did and also the time I had a 10 diamond as my highest card but till won! Hehehhe I am so addicted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was more said and done..but its uhh as usual too dodgy to be state..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the next day Sunday, was stoner day. Watched Harold &amp;amp; Kumar and ate alot for dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And thats that for now will be back soon with more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-8257965798001203588?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/8257965798001203588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=8257965798001203588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8257965798001203588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8257965798001203588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/05/cdd-in-park.html' title='Cdd In The Park'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-115335982403855285</id><published>2009-04-30T06:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:46:46.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets go a bit back in time. Back to the weekend before exams, where instead of studying I was out the whole weekend doing happy things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that Friday night of the 17th, the Penang girl and I had 3 hours of nonstop laughs and suspense watching Air Con at Klpac. Prior to that, on my way to her place the jam was really awful but as usual I always have good music in my car and I felt kinda guilty being all happy and smily going nuts listening to the Ministry of Sound 2005 Annual Cd #2 and being in another world while everyone else around me looked terribly sour being stuck in nearly non moving traffic. Reminds of the fun I had in the queue on the eve of petrol being Rm2.70. Happy times for me at unhappy times for others. *whistle*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And after the show at midnight, we headed to Ampang for burgers at the place Fried Chillies rated as the best place in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SfmBRRMkI0I/AAAAAAAABJA/mYrkUwGNu9M/s1600-h/P1050816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SfmBRRMkI0I/AAAAAAAABJA/mYrkUwGNu9M/s400/P1050816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330433767643554626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SfmAyEeEQeI/AAAAAAAABIw/3j-3dq8vm-k/s1600-h/P1050818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SfmAyEeEQeI/AAAAAAAABIw/3j-3dq8vm-k/s400/P1050818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330433231651357154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They even got a trophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes it was good. If your wondering where it is, its in Ampang near the Spca. Pretty easy to find if your familiar with the area. I got home at 2am and believe me the word 'study' was non-existent in my vocab at that point in time. Speaking of Ampang, I just love the KL-Ampang Elevated Highway. Putting the toll aside, the view from there is awesome. I just love it when someone else is driving super slow and I can just take in all the lights. And I hate driving cause I cant really see the lights all that much. I wonder I could talk a walk down it one day without getting turned into roadkill?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day was Afandi's birthday at his place at Idaman Damansara. And his house is quite nice no wonder why he wanted to me to see it so much. Met up with Alia first at Bv to get him a present and then she followed me from behind. It is not funny having to lead a Mini Cooper because she could smoke me any day. Anyway we found our way and found our way to the food. Apart from his college friends, Adam, Zaim, Vincent, Zainul and Armand were there and it was them whom I spent most of my time with. After going to Kayu with Zainul to get something for Afandi's parents,there was even a short catch up with Alex Loh too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then at Midnight I raced to Klpac to meet up with the others. Woulda gotten there earlier barring the stupid traffic jam outside Pwtc which I got semi stuck in before I managed to wiggle my way out. I met up with Grace, Jon, Bawanie, Si Yan, Kim, Su Ling and this Memphis dude named Zac who is uber cool. Fellow mid american! Im touched how he says if he were to rob a bank he'd get me to be his getaway driver because of my maneuvering on the highway :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then we went to Nirwana..as usual. And we stayed til around 1:30am or so before we all went our separate ways which I swear would have been much later if most of us, specially me, had our way. Jon sent the rest back while I sent Si Yan back and well we talked for a while before she got down. And I miss talking with her. I also apologize to Su Ling for not filling her in on something she wanted to hear about..look the other way I shall..and so at 2am Sunday, I arrived home no closer to studying for Infotech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then finally I studied on Sunday. But it was real stoner studying, Between watching F1, and falling asleep after 1 chapter I dont think I learnt much. Infotech really is that boring. Pseudo reading at its best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then exam time, the next day 8am. I was the first person in the exam hall! Wohoo! Achievement of a lifetime! Anyway it was alright. Calvin was next to me and when he was asleep I was awake and vice versa. Breakfast at Nirwana with him, Jeremy and Naim and then sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next day I was at my cousins house and man he has an Iphone and Macbook Air still lying around in the box, unopened. Even though he was moving those are things you open up even if your on about to run the New York Marathon! At night I mooched internet at Jon's house to get Pr notes. At 12 we went around in circles but all 4 burger stalls in Damansara Heights were closed. What are the odds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then came Pr. Me and Chloe were at San Fran for a while before we headed for the exam. And it was alright. Alot to write. A bit clueless for essay and some short answers but mcq was easy. Should make it without any problems. Me and Calvin walked all the way back to Mainblock to my car as if we were celebrating the end of exams. We saw Jon &amp;amp; co at Pizza Hut. We walked in hoping to steal some food and skedaddle but they were done. Same with Eka, Hana and Ian at Mcds. They had no food either!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then later that night I headed to the 2 Grace's and Isaacs place to study Organ Comm and spend the night. Bought them donuts before that from Big Apple. And we studied or stoned more like it. Everyone seemed to be doing work while I wasnt but then everyone said that of eachother..And slowly we left to sleep. By 3am I knocked out, which wasnt exactly in line with our late night tea plan. At least everyone only had Organ Comm at 4pm. I had intercultural at 8am! I slept on Grace's floor and when she didnt appear to sleep I just took over her bed. Got nearly 4 hours of sleep. Which wasnt much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Intercultural was an open book exam, so all I did the night before was find pages numbers. Chapters were already marked. I pat myself on the back for managing to coax the one with the red cardigan to lend her book to me! The exam was great. Barely finished in time though and had a super stoned breakfast at Nirwana again with Jer and Calvin. Went home and slept for 2 hours which felt like sleeping all night minus the refreshing feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got back to college at 3pm for Organ Comm. Exam at 4 and it was alright. Finished everything except the final example for question 1. Another open book exam but as ive complained over the semester, the book is ugh ugh. Sadly though, I still had one more paper the next day grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And again that night I headed to the same house except the other Grace didnt have Ad Copy. So me, Grace and Isaac were so called studying and simplifying stuff for each other. And it was awful. By midnight I was nearly out. So after all that pseudo studying I got a hotdog and headed home and got a good 5 hours sleep which was still not much. And at the point in time I really was at home only to sleep and that wasnt even every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then at 8am came Ad Copy and well good riddance is all ill say. And finally freedom. Played squash later on and me and Calvin had some incredible games. I nearly took his head off yet won a point for it. Next up instead of backhanding in the corner, I just switched raquet hands and magically played the ball in. My finest shot was this instictive reaction to take a step back, get down on my rear and hit the ball..and it was in! hahahahahahahhahah I wish I had video footage of it. Brilliant. And I nearly won but he somehow played a shot which was impossible to be played. Seriously not my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then came the best part of the day! Since it was so hot, I just lazed in my room, listen to Frou Frou (happy music!), had a brief 1 chapter date with Becky Bloomwood and napped for 4 hours on my sofa and on the floor. Oh how the holiday season has begun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the next post will be how I kicked everyones ass in Cdd on a muggy Saturday night in Bangkung. Overdue blogging post 1; done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-115335982403855285?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/115335982403855285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=115335982403855285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/115335982403855285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/115335982403855285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-catch-up.html' title='A Little Catch Up'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SfmBRRMkI0I/AAAAAAAABJA/mYrkUwGNu9M/s72-c/P1050816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-4939904281851850878</id><published>2009-04-28T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:56:56.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday I Think Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First and foremost, for those who dont know im off to Sydney (May 1st-5th) and Melbourne (May 5th-10th) . Actually im not sure how long ill be in each city. All I know is that ill be in leaving Friday night the first and coming back on the 10th at a time unknown to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprise surprise, im not the most excited about actually. Considering I hardly travel compared to the past, the amount of enthusiasm Ive shown about it, has been rather lacking. But im sure it`ll kick in when im there and breathing what seems to be super chilly air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive been really busy lately getting ready and running other errands since ill be away for so long. And when I get back ill have 8 days to enjoy my holidays in Kl. Not quite what I had hoped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must admit, I was looking forward to some soul searching in KL. Not that im not thankful for getting the chance to do so in Australia, but perhaps ive been too set to staying in KL these holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im tired, rather lost, dazed and confused and busy but well I guess it beats doing nothing. At least its involved some new tech goodies, random drives, books and lemon meringue tarts from Alexis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as usual descriptions later. Gotta run now. Its 10pm. I had lunch at 6pm and havent had dinner yet and need to go out so perhaps when I come home ill blog. Assuming of course, I dont come home too soon before or during football then that might be a problem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So remind me why its a holiday. You spend several thousand of your money to go overseas and proly get subjected to long waits and annoying custom and immigration procedures. Then before you go, you become so busy getting ready. Then in the process you lose sleep, time for others things and may even forget to bring something or go unprepared even though you thought you were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enough of a case?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-4939904281851850878?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/4939904281851850878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=4939904281851850878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4939904281851850878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4939904281851850878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/04/holiday-i-think-not.html' title='Holiday I Think Not'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-8655584421185739064</id><published>2009-04-27T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T04:39:04.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go To Vertigo, I Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so bored now that im going through &lt;a href="http://www.klue.com.my"&gt;Klue's&lt;/a&gt; website looking for places to hangout. Ive also come across a whole ton of places; bars, clubs, restaurants, that ive been to before and I was thinking about the times I had and at 4:08am, its brought a smile to my face! The places they list under Nightlife and Food are decently pretty much up to date; just that some places have already folded. I wish some places would come with a description. Not that I need one for some places; its just that I want to see what they think of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Anyway I was looking at pics of the view from &lt;a href="http://www.shangri-la.com/en/property/kualalumpur/traders/dining/restaurant/skybar"&gt;Sky Bar&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.pacific-regency.com/dinings.php"&gt;Luna Bar&lt;/a&gt;. Imagine looking at Kl from 30+ floors up. Its been a while since and I am dying to go! Anyone interested? Its been so long &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in my random clicks and and there, I came upon someplace else :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SfS7kEQwTZI/AAAAAAAABH4/9NgI9HV4ekY/s400/vertigo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329090487379840402" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.banyantree.com/bangkok/facilities/dining/vertigo.html"&gt;Vertigo @ The Banyan Tree Hotel, Bangkok&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its atop the Banyan Tree Hotel, which is not 33 floors up, not 34 floors up, not even 50 but 61 floors above the city of Bangkok! Omg omg omg the view! Im sure, and some reviews ive read confirms this, that the place is really really expensive and the food isnt that special but its the view you pay for and honestly its almost priceless. No wonder &lt;a href="http://www.worldsbestbars.com/city/bangkok/vertigo-bangkok.htm"&gt;Worlds Best Bars&lt;/a&gt; ranked it the 5 most popular bar in the world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to go! Finally a reason to go to Bangkok! No clue when ill the chance though..I guess for now ill just have to travel there through my dreams :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-8655584421185739064?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/8655584421185739064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=8655584421185739064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8655584421185739064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8655584421185739064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/04/go-to-vertigo-i-dream.html' title='Go To Vertigo, I Dream'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SfS7kEQwTZI/AAAAAAAABH4/9NgI9HV4ekY/s72-c/vertigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-1777085061478657175</id><published>2009-04-24T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:12:26.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam, Stone, Repeat</title><content type='html'>Ive have 5 final papers to sit for this semester, 4 of which are done and I have one more in less than 8 hours.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I feel like dying. This week has been something else. Its flown by in fact. I was heaving breakfast with Jeremy, Naim and Calvin at Nirwana. I thought it was yesterday. Turns out it was Monday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like crap and so does my throat and ive hardly been at home. Im only home to eat and maybe shower and change. Havent even slept at home lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway im at Isaac &amp;amp; the two Grace's place. I am hungry and thinking whether I should buy something to eat..and I cant even figure out how im gonna drive home in this state. Wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ill talk more later. Too stoned now. Im not even sure what I just typed btw..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-1777085061478657175?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/1777085061478657175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=1777085061478657175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1777085061478657175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1777085061478657175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/04/exam-stone-repeat.html' title='Exam, Stone, Repeat'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-5533958810109603571</id><published>2009-04-20T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:07:53.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pseudo-Reading Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive got my Infotech finals in less than 5 hours at 8am and I still have 3 chapters of &lt;s&gt;pseudo&lt;/s&gt; reading to go. So how does this work? Seen by one eye but not the other or both turned blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Said, if you want to call me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just go ahead, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And if you'd like to tell me maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just go ahead, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And If you wanna buy me flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just go ahead, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And if you'd like to talk for hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just go ahead, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-style: italic; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-style: italic; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Spin Doctors; Two Princes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-style: italic; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; A chance channel change to Mtv today on the rare occasion of me watching tv has ended several years of wondering who sang this song! Adding to other events, this weekend has truly been something special :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-5533958810109603571?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/5533958810109603571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=5533958810109603571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5533958810109603571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5533958810109603571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/04/pseudo-reading-prince.html' title='Pseudo-Reading Prince'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-9184942791681544301</id><published>2009-04-17T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:51:46.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative Positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a negative note :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im having a cinnamon roll at Starbucks now..im super bored but I feel compelled to say something but im clueless what to say..but that doesnt mean ive nothing to say though..But for now I just want to say im kinda stuck at a crossroad right now..and its been dominating my thoughts.. but I dont want to talk about it right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive got a good weekend to come and a busy exam filled week and while that should be whats on my mind, all of it has become secondary in nature though I feel its slipping downwards with my main problem almost mutating into different problems individually..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Id like to say it right now but I shall leave it for after finals. Its already being a pain and the more I think of it and actually document it down its just going to get worst. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a positive note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I've finally started on a dream ive had since I was 15 :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SehM9wIF25I/AAAAAAAABHA/VG_Tzrx0sIQ/s400/P1050780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325591183140182930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive finished reading the first act (this particular act has 6 scenes) of: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SehM-EfvjWI/AAAAAAAABHI/V3GxcvCMKK8/s400/P1050777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325591188608093538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how much I have left to go :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SehPvE8a6-I/AAAAAAAABHo/nQEV3sjSE_A/s1600-h/P1050783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SehPvE8a6-I/AAAAAAAABHo/nQEV3sjSE_A/s400/P1050783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325594229565221858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SehP_2tLE6I/AAAAAAAABHw/amhsof3ptz0/s400/P1050784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325594517800948642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is how much there is on a page..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SehM-bJni1I/AAAAAAAABHQ/vtIYWiRipMs/s400/P1050787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325591194689309522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im convinced I can finish sometime during this lifetime. Have a good weekend of studying and exam sitting everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-9184942791681544301?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/9184942791681544301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=9184942791681544301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/9184942791681544301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/9184942791681544301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/04/negative-positive.html' title='Negative Positive'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SehM9wIF25I/AAAAAAAABHA/VG_Tzrx0sIQ/s72-c/P1050780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-347542945352579756</id><published>2009-04-15T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:39:01.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams? What Exams??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im quite a happy camper because I have nothing left this semester..except finals..but thats another issue for another day cause I have a pretty good weekend planned! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont think ive had any seriously fun weekends since Kenneth's birthday, Jon's birthday and Sunburst which was all non stop partying. But dont worry I know my limits. Finals is soon so I wont be that extreme..of course keeping my word when the weekend comes along is another story! My word usually can't be trusted in these instances!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday night im off to catch Air Con @ Klpac. The only thing I hate about night shows is that for dinner afterwards the only places open when the shows over are usually places at the opposite end of the spectrum like for example Nirwana, Pelita, etc and then La Bodega, Tsb and so on. So hard to find in between stuff after 10pm/11pm..seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Saturday night party @ Afandi's new crib in Idaman Damansara which is next to Tropicana. His house better be as big and grand as he claims it is because he's been pestering me like mad to go see it! After that Grace, Su Ling, Cyan, Jon and some others are watching Air Con so ill proly meet up with them at Klpac when the show ends and then hopefully we`ll all hangout somewhere, which we had better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only sucky bit is that I have finals and namely a Monday 8am exam called 'Infotech'. But its not my fault everything is coming around the same time. Besides you know me, I wont change my life just for this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway the Air Con ticket thing is just funny. Ive been to Klpac like 3 times in the space of 5 days! Thursday afternoon, Sunday through the rain and speeding madly on Monday, just for tickets. Believe it or not I didnt buy tickets for myself til the 3rd time I went! I kept going just to buy for others cause well..im nice..and have nothing better to do. And im not even going the same night as everyone although I nearly ended up going both nights hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And im generally ecstatic because the week of hell which was last week is long gone and faded from my register! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First was organ comm..due last Tuesday in class..I was up til 5am doing it..and I was at it almost all night. Calvin was at my place most of the weekend trying to figure it all out with me. I really hope I do well for it cause I put in quite alot of effort and apparently my points are correct..just hope elaborations and examples suffice. Seriously. I have 23/40 now and I seriously need at least 37 or more to have any hope of passing. The finals are open book but those things are never good. Did I mention no one's gotten an A before and B's are almost just as scarce, meaning which everyone either gets C's, D's or fails..this is not good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the same day, due 5pm was pr. Which I literally blasted Calvin's assignment. Ugh I am starting to pr so much now..but this issue on another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then was ad copy. Pair work, me &amp;amp; Grace. And well Friday night the previous week we did the part of turning our ad into a radio script. Just the analysis which she asked me to do since she was swarmed with Anthropology. Here's the deal :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive been to class 3 times. Attendance signed in proly none!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;I open the text book for the first time..but not mine..I dont have one!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;I already missed a 15% quiz so good marks bye bye. Hopefully that works out but if not im not gonna whine about it. Its my fault I missed it (I didnt even know about it!) so its a lesson to myself that I should at least know when quizes are even if I dont go for class. Funny thing was that I had this thing about wanting to go for class the day of the quiz. Didnt though. What did I do when I heard I missed the quiz? I laughed. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never read the notes. I know what a headline is but bodycopy? Huh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of the classes I went, its the same ones I went for before I dropped it last year so basically, I learned nothing new! Hahahah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funnily, the way I wanted to arrange the points was the same order as explained by the textbook! Do I rock or what?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Infotech presentation today. More later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, its an hour til more football starts. Im hungry and sleepy. So off I go to..to..I dont know what honestly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-347542945352579756?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/347542945352579756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=347542945352579756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/347542945352579756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/347542945352579756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/04/exams-what-exams.html' title='Exams? What Exams??'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-2702565806619659881</id><published>2009-04-13T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:58:12.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#700</title><content type='html'>For my 700th post, id like to share my favourite pic from that random photo hunt, back on the 9th of March:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SeMnKCS5q0I/AAAAAAAABG0/mMwGULwo0Og/s400/P1040968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324142237850381122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Footsteps away from each other yet entwined in separate realms. Looks like a picture need not be any further than in front of you huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-2702565806619659881?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/2702565806619659881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=2702565806619659881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2702565806619659881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2702565806619659881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/04/700.html' title='#700'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SeMnKCS5q0I/AAAAAAAABG0/mMwGULwo0Og/s72-c/P1040968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-2527203954615404145</id><published>2009-04-04T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:49:17.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless On April Fools Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So in the end, after all that talk and planning with others, I didnt pull any pranks on anyone in the end. I could have done one but it would have been suspicious from the start. Apart from that, April Fools Day was probably the most jobless day I had in ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It first started by going to Block E at 11am and playing..cards..whats new. And then jumping on the Lrt bus to go for the Hjsc meeting at Mainblock cause it was impossible to get on the normal shuttle bus. The meeting was boring but not as long and boring as I expected. I still had quite a few comrades with me so it wasnt so bad. And then I went back to Block E to..play more cards..and miss call Kenneth. The dumb guy was keeping time for presentations for Public Speaking with his phone. We kept miss calling and he kept coming out asking whats up even though we bluntly said nothing! And he didnt even silence his phone what an idiot! I tried calling Kok while he presented but he left his phone in his bag! Why la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then for a second time I hopped on the Lrt bus to Aiswaria with Sathya and Kenneth. Tinesh and Nash took ages to get there. They got down at Mainblock and apparently got stuck in awful traffic. 3 Lrt buses passed before they came! Even I the slow eater had to wait ages for my nasi goreng ayam and even finished half when they arrived! And I dont think the 5 of us have had slutty time in so long. I miss hanging out with those peons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next Jon ringed me and asked me to follow him to Monsoon ID at Hartamas so he could get his haircut. So I walked Bangsar Village and he picked me up and soon we arrived at the mall and then we went in search. The problem? It wasnt there anymore! That moron was so confident it would be still there. So in the end we had some semi uncivilised grocery shopping at the grocery store there. Of course we didnt buy anything. He wanted to buy a drink but I forced him to put it back cause the queue at the cashier was as slow as my counting. He obliged by quietly leaving it in the ice cream section. Frozen yogurt drink anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then we walked around..aimlessly, then went upstairs and continued the drill at Plaza Damas. Seriously how do people at Damas make money? The place is pretty quiet kind of. And its not exactly cheap stuff for sale there! I really miss going there. The last memorable time I had there was back in 2005 when I had lunch at this mamak that had nice wooden tables and chairs outside. It was a bright sunny day but accompanied with gusty winds. And with Dakota playing in my ears, it was one of the best personal experiences I have ever had. I yearn for another time like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so then with Jon continuing as my driver, I dropped by the bank and well I never remember how much money I have in my account. And when I checked I was pleasantly surprised to find out I had more than I thought I did! Maybe Cimb is playing an April Fools Day Joke on me but hey its helped make me breathe a little easier. Jon then dropped me home at 7:30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my parents out that night to see some Flamenco performance at the Mpo, I had to find my own dinner. In fact I almost went to Starbucks again for internet but fortunately the internet was just good enough for me to search for info for my Intercultural Comm assignment. Anything else though was impossible to access. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I felt I needed some fresh air so I walked down to Telawi at around 9pm and walked aimlessly in search of dinner. I was thinking of Starbuck's Cajun chicken dome since I wasnt that hungry anyway but for some funny reason (more like at Zhen Cui's suggestion) I found myself outside D'lish and I ended up bringing home a chicken pie and a salad. For Rm12 I have no clue if that is cheap or expensive but I just couldnt resist as usual..I also ran into Arafat for I dunno the 2nd day in a row? And did my best to make him guilty that he was having Korean for dinner while I was stuck foraging the streets in search of cuisine to fill myself..but as expected it didnt work..I think the chances of him bringing me along is like me going for all my classes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so I finally went home at 10pm. And at 11pm my parents came home and brought me naan. Which I ate first. I saved my pie and salad for 3am because I was afraid if I eat it while others are awake I would have to share. Call me greedy but hey I paid for it go find your own food heheheh. And so I finished up my assignment, my food and went to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know how or why I ended up in all those places but im glad I did. Im amazed I ended up in so many places because I didnt even drive! I either got others to drive, took public transport, the shuttle bus or walked! For a little while, I felt as if I was in high school again cause thats how I went around back then. And for a little while, it seemed like the April 1st that changed my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the best of all, I escaped getting pranked by anyone! Unless Jon asking repeatedly for directions to the Bv2 Valet Parking and not knowing Monsoon Id was gone is included. Tsk tsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And btw when we were in Hartamas, Jon was pestering about buying pie to eat which I re-soundly said no to. Funny how I had one for dinner isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-2527203954615404145?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/2527203954615404145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=2527203954615404145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2527203954615404145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2527203954615404145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/04/jobless-on-april-fools-day.html' title='Jobless On April Fools Day'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-6096480014911719679</id><published>2009-04-03T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:13:53.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March-ed Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I blog, I always read my blog to refresh my memory on what ive blogged about and what I havent and apparently from what I read, ive been doing nothing but grumble about things to the extent that I havent updated about anything with my life in general for about 2 weeks! I really am having a case of some serious verbal diarrhea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant even remember what ive done lately..of course I have gone through life as jobless as ever. But its not as if my life is really that happening anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around 2 weeks ago was the party at Aliyaa..ill proly upload pics tomorrow at college since my internet is so bad. Sunburst was the day after but I used Jon's camera which isnt as good as mine but much smaller and convenient for it and the pictures are still with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apart from that my life hasnt been much of anything. Proly teh tarik at Nirwana here and there. I think in the last week me and Jon have gone like every other day. And oh Wednesday last week I went for one of those free workshops at Machines at Mid Valley to see iWork 09, which I have a trial version of. It really can do alot of stuff but I think ill stick to Ms Office. Now to find a copy without spending Rm600..Calvin also dropped by the next day to hang at my place. Taught him how to play Shithead &amp;amp; 99. Teh tarik before that though. The next day was more teh tarik (eheh!) and following Jon to Padini and aimlessly walking around Bangsar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday night was a surprise party for Christy at dunno who's condo at Ken 2 next to Tropicana City Mall. It made me realize how much I miss talking with Alvin and Adrian. Apart from those two the only other people I knew we Jon and Christy and oh Su Szen and Darren who I dont really talk to anyway. And with Adrian and Christy being the lovey dovey couple it was pretty much me, Alvin &amp;amp; Jon. Later on we went to the pool area but the 3 of us didnt go in. We had extra clothes but lied and said we didnt. Good thing anyway. The water was freezing! I dont know how the others that went managed to survive. Anyway Jon drove me and man cruising down the freeway in his Frontier at night after it rained earlier in the day with the windows down and fill the air with some good beats is such an awesome feeling. The car is high up, the wind blowing through your hair and you can just sit back and relax cause your not the one driving. Awesome! I miss being driven around by others!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday was more teh tarik eheh. I earlier was in college but I didnt do any work and in the end just went to play cards and send Jeremy and Edwin to the Lrt station..which is becoming a rather disturbing trend..haha. Of course then was the teh tarik and being depressed over cereal prices..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Tuesday was Starbucks Telawi in the evening with Grace to start our ad copywriting assignment and we are doing ours based on a Macbook ad! Heheheh. We have to dissect the ad, talk about and then turn it into a 30 second radio commercial. I propose going "ooooOooOoo'  the whole time :D . And with my back hankering away of its lack of physical activity I managed to cram in a quick workout after that which made it feel better. But its still there though sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then later at night the Penang girl and I headed for ice cream at Baskin Robbins, Mont Kiara because it was the 31st! And when we got there the number in the queue was 147. Our number? 187! So after what seemed an agonizing wait (the air con was barely functioning!) The BR there is smaller than Bangsar but least the crowd was less..or shall I say more civilized compared to the other times ive gone on 31st's! Our turn finally came and a mixed pint of Blue Raspberry and Love Potion and Pralines and some Pecans for her. So I guess you now understand why my mouth was blue in the earlier post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I would continue more but I realized I have a few things to do now so I shall end here. I think the update of my life was just another grumble in disguise. Discontent is apparently my new best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-6096480014911719679?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/6096480014911719679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=6096480014911719679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6096480014911719679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6096480014911719679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-ed-out.html' title='March-ed Out'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-2419189422161951884</id><published>2009-04-01T04:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T04:16:50.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For All The March 31st Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my mouth, stained blue from blue raspberry ice cream from Baskin Robbins would like to wish the following people a big Happy Birthday! Before I go on, I dont think I know a date in my calender with so many Birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angeline May&lt;/span&gt; - I hope you have something like the party you threw at at The Attic last year heheh..it was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christy Chong&lt;/span&gt; - I hope you enjoyed the little surprised party on Saturday night that we had for you at Ken 2! Sorry I didnt join in the pool. Proly would have frozen to death if I did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ariq Alam&lt;/span&gt; - You stupid drunk pinhead! Remember on your birthday last year? We had Grease rehearsals! Man I miss those times. Dont get yourself too wasted tonight though! And dont worry we`ll party soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jei Han&lt;/span&gt; - My dodgy good friend who I told last week that I didnt forget his birthday! Man I miss telling you dumb pointless stories and annoying you with Blink 182's Mark, Tom &amp;amp; Travis Show album as well as impersonating their version of Satan. heheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheryl Tan&lt;/span&gt; - Its been so long hasn't it? I can't believe we've grown into what we are today. Of course I expected of you what you are now. I hope you finally found what your looking for at Wesley!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last but not least, for a certain person someone once special;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  I know your somewhere in Boston and I doubt you`ll ever read this but remember the time I took you out for coffee at Starbucks Telawi for your 15th birthday? I think it was one of the most engaging conversations I have ever had in my life. Its been 5 years since. And remember all those other times we had together and our moments? Whether it was La Bodega, Alexis, Cempaka after school, Actors Studio, Bsc, Telawi or elsewhere, its been just as long since. It hurts when I think how distant we've grown over the years. I honestly dont know why, when and where it went wrong but I wish I did but its too many years late for that. Ever since we first met, we've both had huge ego's which have refused to give in and be inferior to the other. Of course, our battles for egoistical supremacy have brought out the best in each other, something I must thank you for. I hope though, some time soon we do have the chance to meet up and talk like old times and that nothing ever happened.  Also, I hope its not like the last time we met up, with your over inflated ego shredding up mine which I willingly left at the door, hoping you would do the same.  Perhaps its my fault my ego cant keep up anymore, but I wish for once we could do away with it all. I haven't stopped dreaming and I don't think I ever will. After all, who knows where it may lead to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im sorry if I sound bitter but to quote one of my all time favourite song lyrics from the song 'You Wanted More' by Tonic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't know when I got bitter, love is surely better when its gone"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope all of you had an awesome birthday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-2419189422161951884?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/2419189422161951884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=2419189422161951884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2419189422161951884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2419189422161951884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-all-march-31st-babies.html' title='For All The March 31st Babies'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-7919470906887395468</id><published>2009-03-31T04:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:06:01.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking To Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its now the final day of March and a day shy of April being the new month to grace out calendars. If you dont know me well enough, March, towards the end and April have always been the most happening months in every year of my life ever since I bothered to remember which was back in 2004 when I was 16. Helps that I blogged back then to refresh my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess when I was 16 &amp;amp; 17 I was just living out the dramatic high school life everyone has..friends,everyday life, high school sweethearts, heartbreak. 2006 was the least enjoyable year of recent times..but even during that time my sister and her family came to Malaysia for a visit so I got to be a tour guide for the best part of 2 weeks? 2007, the awesome-st year of all was when I got elected to the Hmc Student Council which ranks as one of my best experiences in life, had my first event prior to that and finally found my place and achieved my goal of standing out amongst my peers. Even 2008 which was largely uneventful was good because during that time is when I acted in Grease and found my footing in Adp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So basically this time of year, every year has it all...changes, eventful moments, a little bit on the romance side, unforgettable times, life changing experiences. Its all really exciting. Fast paced and full hurdles to jump over. Its how life should be, crammed into this time of year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But this year has been different..after reading my old posts, I think my everyday life in high school was more fun and eventful in fact! I have had next to nothing this time of year. No show to act in, no dramatic moments to go through, hardly anything on the love life side. Nothing really I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its sad. When 2009 came along, I was really looking forward to this time of year in anticipation of everything that I live for. And its been a disappointment. As I type this, March still has 21 hours left to prove itself and April hasnt even arrived. I am trying to stay optimistic but I find it hard to foresee anything that will throw me back and literally leave me in awe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you know what Ive just finished reading all those archives ive been babbling about and watching the transformation of how I blog, how I lived my live, how everything else went and its amazing. I think my life was so much better then. I was definitely wittier then. Ill bet that today I could write maybe 30% of the quotes and phrases I used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway going back to my life. Its a big week for me. Ive got lots of assignments due by next week so ill be busy this week with it. There's a treasure hunt in college on Saturday and I might join. I might also go to watch F1 at Sepang this Sunday. Not sure yet though. Might also go catch this Flamenco performance at Mpo on Wednesday night and I promised to go to Afandi's place this Thursday night to see his big new house. I swear I have promised even more things to people but I cant remember what or when which is worrying because this week is going to be a long one. There's also some April Fool's Day Pranks to pull! And also my car is going back to the service center to finish up what hasnt been done. And also today or more precisely is the 31st so wohoo ice cream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also in my personal calender, the biggest 3 dates of the year are coming up. These dates are even bigger than my own birthday, my parents birthdays anniversary and other big occasions. Im not going to say which dates and why, all I can say its within this week. And sigh I feel myself being saddened by some past stuff. In fact no matter what, ill always be sad from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think back alot about it all and although it hurts til today..its been a long time but still. I tend to think without it, I wouldnt be what I am. Its helped me through similar experiences which I am thankful for. Perhaps one reason why I think about it alot is because I like to remind myself of my roots, things that I have learnt, that have made me what I am today. I doubt id be as strong today without it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure I wish things ended up differently. But I must say the misery, the pain, the bitterness which has swelled up inside and continues to increase, really hurts and sometimes when I think about it, its like talking a step forward and another 5 backwards. It is that bad. However even if I was offered to be the same but forget those times I dont think I could ever do it. As much as I wish and tried to let go of some things, I think the misery has become such a big part of me that if I ever do so, I would literally lose myself and everything that I have become and fought for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It hurts and hurts to have to be like this at this time of year, every year without fail. But I think not being like this would hurt even more. How I really wish I could fix it all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-7919470906887395468?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/7919470906887395468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=7919470906887395468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7919470906887395468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7919470906887395468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/03/talking-to-myself.html' title='Talking To Myself'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-6295541093025214308</id><published>2009-03-28T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:57:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Publicity Stunt Called 'Earth Hour'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To sum up what it is if you dont know, for I dont know the last one month or more, people around the world have been campaigning to get people around the world to turn off their lights and other non-essential electrical appliances for an hour from I think its 8:30pm-9:30pm in whatever time zone their in, so technically it would be going on for 24 hours if you will, in different parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I remember correctly, this is not the first time its being done. Of course it was done last year I think, just not on such a big scale I think. I didnt even remember about it til it was over but I didnt lose any sleep about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And neither am I going to bother about it again this year. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think about it. People have been campaigning to have lights and other electricity sucking things off for an hour on a particular, once a year. What is that going to do? Global warming, pollution, etc isnt going to dramatically reduce because of one chosen hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No doubt that their campaigning and publicity has been very effective. Im sure most people know about it or at least have an idea about it. So it shows how powerful its reach has become. But just for one hour? If they are so good at it, why cant they continuously campaign on enviromental issues? And why just reducing power consumption? There's a lot more that can be done. Recycling, take public transport, floral and fauna conservation. There's so many things upon which action can be taken upon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So fine they choose reducing power usage. I haven't followed what they say but yeah less power, less emissions from factories, less oil or coal or whatever is used to power these power generators. Good..right..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im no engineer but these generators require tons of power to keep going at an optimum level im sure. And so a reduction in energy demand would lighten its load, but it still will require a certain amount of power to run. So even if power demand is less, these generators are still running. But they cant shut it down cause it`ll lead to massive power failures. But if they keep it running, remember something called energy efficiency? So basically it`ll just keep running and with the energy needed for it to keep running, compared to how much additional energy it produces for others wont be efficient. Remember what seasoned energy campaigns say? Being efficient is key.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So of the people who are going to join in the festivities, how many of them really know anything about environmental issues? From what I perceive, alot of people are just jumping on the bandwagon cause it appears to the '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing to do. And hey doesnt everyone want to be part of the popular mainstream crowd. Its like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey he/she is doing it so I better as well..if not what will they think of me if I dont"&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey look who's promoting it! They're my favourite bla bla bla if they are doing it so shall I!"&lt;/span&gt;.  So fine they turn off their lights, an hour later turn them on and resume the same usage styles. Point proven?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder how much of them know about other things like recycling. Of course I grew up in the Usa where if you dont separate your household rubbish and what can be recycled, you can get in trouble. So there's no laws here about that. Fine enough. Blame authorities for not running good campaigns to raise awareness. So what if that happens. Go find out for yourself. With computers, internet and so much its even easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I send my stuff for recycling every week or 2 weeks depending how much stuff I have accumulated over that said time. So every time I go on a Sunday morning to Bangsar Park to send the stuff, I see other people as well. Some may do it for the money cause you do get some money based on how much stuff you have with different measurements for things like plastic, paper, glass, metal/aluminum. So people like me do it because of awareness of the importance of recycling. But one I thing I observe is this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I admit I drive to the place cause its far to walk. But I park my car, carry the stuff to the guys in charge and tell them no need to weight it and walk off. People I see just queue not in person but it cars! So what if they may have alot of stuff. They queue in their cars, cause traffic congestion, making people have to dangerously go the opposite lane to overtake and worst of all the amount of emissions from their engines just increases. There's so much parking around and heck if not just illegally park somewhere for a short while. No one goes there to issue summonses on a Sunday morning. Doesnt that defeat the purpose if your sitting in your car letting out more carbons? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its almost like bribing people to recycle. Maybe in a country with lower awareness like here, a small sum given out will help. After all its fine. But honestly, how much can you get from it. I recycle almost whatever I can, so one time I accumulated a months stuff together as well as getting rid of unneeded recyclable stuff. Lots of glass bottles, plastic containers, tin cans, newspaper. After all that queueing I got I think 90 sen. I cant even buy a drink to quench my thirst with that! But I dont want to touch on this too much cause I am more fortunate compared to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now back to Earth Hour. I wonder how much resources they have used to campaign. I havent seen any, but ill bet they've given out flyers or something about it. There goes paper. And electric used to print them. What about the events they do related to do it? Im sure they use lots of electricity to run those events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course one big point. Lights and the air conditioners off for an hour. Fine. But what if the next 1 or 2 hours, electric usage is doubled. Whats the point when the electricity you've saved gets used anyway. Malaysia is a hot humid country, even at night so im sure after an hour of sweating away alot of people will turn their airconds  on to cool down. And to cool down faster, make its fan speed higher and the thermostat lower. It makes its motor go faster and eats more energy to get it running so powerfully in such a short time. Sound energy saving to you? And back to electric usage again. If for an hour electric consumption is so low, what happens when electric consumption doubles or maybe even suddenly triples in the next few hours? Sure power stations can brace themselves but wouldnt that create a dangerous situation of power outages, etc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may be on a tv program that talks about nature (yet to be aired and I wonder if it will ever be) and I recycle regularly, dont leave my lights on all the time and take the Lrt to the city most of the time in congested times. But I admit im not the best either. I drive more often then I should, specially when I could just take the bus and walk. And maybe I let off cfc's into the air with my over-zealous spraying of annoying household insects and lizards. But I think im aware enough environmentally, that I dont need to just go around telling people to turn their lights off for an hour and make myself like someone out to save the world. By the way can someone tell me what the number '60' in the poster is for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I respect the fact that some initiative is being done by the public, as well as the World Wildlife Foundation. And I sincerely hope that despite its flaws, that people will become more aware and add previously missing environmentally friendly ways to their life,  but I think with the resources available, so much more can be done than some big light turning off ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-6295541093025214308?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/6295541093025214308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=6295541093025214308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6295541093025214308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6295541093025214308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/03/publicity-stunt-called-earth-hour.html' title='The Publicity Stunt Called &apos;Earth Hour&apos;'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-6817781511918963381</id><published>2009-03-27T03:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:59:02.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monuments And Melodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ScvNPhGbN0I/AAAAAAAABGc/j0xJ3g5GrOI/s400/black+heart+inertia+album+cover.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317569451508053826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its nearly 3am, and I have class at 8am but screw all that because one of my all time favourite bands is releasing its greatest hits album 'Monuments And Melodies' along with 2 new songs and some rare B-sides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to guess, its a band whose ridiculously cheap Rm100 priced (considering who they are and how good they are) concert I went for on &lt;a href="http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2004/03/incubus.html"&gt;March 16th 2004&lt;/a&gt;, which made me from normal fan to die hard fan, whose album 'A Crow Left Of The Murder' , I bought 4 nights after the concert, whose next album 'Light Grenades' I got as a thank you gift from a friend for generously letting him use my phone in Langkawi as if it were his, the band which I went to &lt;a href="http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2008/03/incubus-sunburst-kl-15th-march-2008.html"&gt;Sunburst 2008&lt;/a&gt; just to see. If you give up, then its none other than :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ScvSMlVFHbI/AAAAAAAABGs/5emeAtrK7u8/s400/Incubus202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317574898661793202" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOOHOOOO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So according to &lt;a href="http://incubus.skyroo.com/se/view/music/index.html"&gt;here, &lt;/a&gt;it is to be released on Tuesday, June 16th 2009..which is an agonizing almost 3 months away! Even if it comes out later here, you can bet that ill camp outside some record store if I have to, to get that album! I rarely buy cds these days but ill make an except for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it says theres 13 hits..of course while I have my own list of 13 favourite Incubus songs which differ from this, but I think the following the songs will be on it : I Wish You Were Here, Drive, Pardon Me, Anna Molly, Megalomaniac, Antigravity, Nice To Know You, A Certain Shade Of Green, Dig, Sick Sad Little World, Talk Shows On Mute, Stellar &amp;amp; 11am. And according to &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/news/epic-records-proudly-announces-monuments-and-melodies-a-two-disc-greatest-hits-album-from-multi"&gt;Enjoy Incubus&lt;/a&gt;, I got 9/13 correct. Im a bit surprised by the ones I got wrong actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to think what would happen if I never went for that concert back when I was 16? I nearly didnt go. Alot of my friends were going and since it was school holidays, I had nothing better to do, so I got my driver to bring me to Lot 10 the day before and I bought a ticket and the rest as they say, is history. Do click on that link about the concert. I feel giddy reading it cause it makes me feel like a carefree 16 year old again compared to me being the troubled 21 year old I am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is unrelated but im going to spend my weekend reading my March and April 2004 &amp;amp; 2005 archives..in fact im gonna read all of my March and April archives because some of the most memorable, unforgettable moments in my life happened during those times..What am I saying literally all of them happen in March and April every year! Aahh I feel like a kid again :D!! If you people want to know how I was during those days please have a read..but dont laugh..heheheheh the good old days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Incubus is going on a tour of North America this summer. World Tour and a stop in Kuala Lumpur? I'll be praying :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-6817781511918963381?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/6817781511918963381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=6817781511918963381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6817781511918963381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6817781511918963381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/03/monuments-and-melodies.html' title='Monuments And Melodies'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ScvNPhGbN0I/AAAAAAAABGc/j0xJ3g5GrOI/s72-c/black+heart+inertia+album+cover.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-6170323008658903505</id><published>2009-03-23T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:30:01.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumble Mumble Grumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was younger (I feel old as I type this) all my good times and nights our seemed to be only on weekend nights. And that was fair enough. After all, before I started college, all my friends were in college and the time all of us would be free to go out all at once were the weekends. I dont really fancy 2006 much (quite the indifferent year) but spending every Saturday night and sometimes more nights, at Hartamas Square were the days. Even when I when I started going to college it would be fair to say I would just soak up the weeks ills and find its cures on the weekends. After all thats when im free anyway. This continued on into 2007 as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you know, my social life only really exists at night. Apart from what I do in college in the day, it doesnt really exist. Sometimes when I go out for lunch dates (which is extremely rare these days) or late afternoon tea times, it does exists to an extent but its rare. But sometimes in a way you could say I do live out my social life like someone my age. Carefree, jobless, fun, occasional dates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in a way also, I dont. I hardly watch tv apart from football games. I dont watch movies. The last movie I went to see on the big screen was Batman. And that was almost 6 weeks after it came out. I know movies help pass time, have great entertainment value etc, but I cant be bothered to sit down for 2 hours at a time doing nothing but watching a screen. I dont play games either apart from the rare Fifa forage. It used to be because my old laptop sucked technical specs wise, but now even with a new up to date one I still dont care. I admit, ive only played Counter Strike three times in my life, with intervals of several years in between. I love reading but I dont do much these days. Im not the type to go out in a big group to the mall and go around with my friends except on rare special occasions. I dont spent as much time in Telawi as I used to. I dont go to Hartamas Square or Breakers anymore. But im hardly ever home as well. Sometimes im only home to sleep and shower. I dont even eat at home all the time sometimes. But I dont sleep much either. The amount of sleep I get in a week is what most of my friends get in half a week. I only work out twice a week for an hour each time. I try to stay away from computers as much as can as I love life without it. I dont play futsal these days.  So honestly, im not really sure what I do to pass my time. All I know I arise in the morning and next thing I know its night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if ive been out the whole day doing something tiring, if I find my self free at night I hate staying home doing nothing or sleeping early. It doesnt really feel complete to me to be really busy during daylight and at nightfall find myself doing nothing. To me its whole day or dont bother. Heck on the rare time I do have a date, im not a fan of lunch or movies or blah. But ill do lunch if I dont really have a choice. Ive always been the 'ill pick you up at 8pm and we'll have dinner' type. Lately ive had different experiences but still it doesnt quite compare to that. Maybe ive been influenced too much by working people who after all are only really free for social life living at night after work, assuming their work doesnt eat into their nights. And when I was working last year, I learned it firsthand and really did live it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But lately, the last 1 year, specially whats consisted of this year, things have kinda changed. Alot of my nights out, whether social or not have been on weeknights. And its become so normal now. So what if theres 8am class the next day? Theres always time to get out and do something. Or if somethings up or someone is asking me out for something. Its all weeknights. The best it gets now are Fridays nights. But the odd thing is that this has happened at the expense of my weekends. I kind of hate weekends now cause I do absolutely nothing. No more "Lets go Square tonight" or "burger tonight" or "Breakers later". I literally sit at home and rot and thats something I just hate but that seems to really be the only thing to do for some reason. Maybe im not fashion this season. Based on previous times when Ive been able to tell when im in or out, im not really surprised at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With that, ive kinda given up on having any real meaningful weekend but this weekend has been the totally opposite of what ive come to expect. This weekend has been reminiscent of the old days of just partying the whole time. Thursday night was Kl Hilton food without actually going there, Friday night was Kenneth's coming of age, numerically at Aliyaa, dinner and drinks at Jon's place Saturday night, followed by going for Sunburst and headbanging to Korn and going back to Jon's for more drinks all in the same night. I feel good again. I`ll blog about this all in the coming week. And the coming weeks gonna be a busy one from what I foresee. Not that my foresight's ever been the best I just know it will be. So I guess im starting ending the last one on the right note. So yes ill blog about cause it`ll proly be the closest to fun thing I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And while im on it, KORN WAS AWESOME. My throat is sore from several nights of abuse, starting from Aliyaa, up to Sunburst and Jon's place. My ears are still recovering and my neck still aching from last night but all that last minute contemplating was worth it. I cant imagine what I would be like now if I didnt go for Sunburst. And N.E.R.D was good as well. Pharell really is the man! More on all this eventually.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally the end of a long overdue rumble and grumble has come. I think I need to do this more often, like when I was younger. And oh, there I go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-6170323008658903505?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/6170323008658903505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=6170323008658903505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6170323008658903505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6170323008658903505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/03/rumble-gru.html' title='Rumble Mumble Grumble'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-6469813599294574551</id><published>2009-03-19T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:08:31.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books, Books &amp; Balls??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I partially spent my Tuesday at the Mph Warehouse Sale. And the selection was pretty good actually! The temptation to get more than what I did was really strong. Worst of all, the sale isnt over until this weekend! Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's what I got :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ScEZ1UJNizI/AAAAAAAABGE/3lN6ejoH2Rw/s400/P1050190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557439005002546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its impossible to find a book that had normal french phrases mixed with not-so civil language. So to have both would mean 2 different books with one being Rm40 at least so I opted for the civil stuff. But for Rm25, I finally have something ive been eying for ages. In fact I wonder if this is what unearthed the french side in me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ScEZ1oBaHfI/AAAAAAAABGM/WRAB29vT9b8/s400/P1050192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557444340981234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say what??? The best part of 2008 for me was the short summer sem where life was too easy. 2 subjects. Classes either 8-10am and/or 4pm. No long hours in college. Free to sleep/wake up late. Heaven almost. But the next best part? Was reading! Reading chic-lit to be more precise hhahahaha. I remember having my ego being cut to pieces when asking Isabelle to lend me The Devil Wears Prada but it was worth it! The book was thoroughly enjoyable and most importantly it was reading material in car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I frequently become driver for all sorts of people ranging from parents to friends so I need something to read while im in the car right? Why not something light hearted and fun? Hehehe. I dont know how im going to deny its mine though! And plus the movie is out and I would love to read the book before I see the movie..though that means ill have to read it really quickly which is something I dont want to do..hmmm..for Rm25, a nice headache to have though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally something to salvage my pride :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ScEZ0vHrcKI/AAAAAAAABF8/3b4HTtZ7AVA/s400/P1050187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557429066461346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You might wonder why this of all things!? But to be honest, its something ive always wanted ever since I was 15. It started in that magical month of December 2003 where I wanted it so much. But even at original price it was only Rm30. I got it for half that! I dont know what took me so long to get it. I know Shakespeare is one of the hardest literary material to comprehend but I cant stand the fact of not reading his works, regardless whether I can fathom it in its original form. Its going to take me a long time to finish everything, but Act by Act&amp;amp; Scene by Scene, I will eventually read it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was also the temptation years ago to buy complete worlds of others such as Oscar Wilde, The Brothers Grimm, HCA and so on but the allure of Shakespeare was the strongest of all. And it was the only complete works book available yesterday. I guess I kinda forgot about it over the years, partially perhaps from the lack of inspiration ive had ever since that surreal month. When I relayed the fact that ive wanted it for a over a quarter of my life, the penang girl immediately trusted it into my hands, signaling that the end for my wait had come. Even if I never finish it, the euphoria of finally possessing it is indescribable. Its like having a dream come true, which I think is the case here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in between this and a failed attempt to find a barstool and carpet, I had balls for lunch...For the first time ever, yes first time, I tried Ikea's Swedish Meatballs! I know people always go for it but ive never done so before..and well its alright. Not something ill be bugging to go for every weekend but something to kiv at least. In fact it tastes exactly like the meatloaf my mom made when I was young and living in the Usa, every Thanksgiving and Christmas! I swear I havent had that stuff in over a decade. Now someone knows what meatloaf tastes like :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-6469813599294574551?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/6469813599294574551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=6469813599294574551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6469813599294574551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6469813599294574551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/03/books-books-balls.html' title='Books, Books &amp; Balls??'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/ScEZ1UJNizI/AAAAAAAABGE/3lN6ejoH2Rw/s72-c/P1050190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-2259659677748828498</id><published>2009-03-17T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:53:06.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac Mac Mac'/><title type='text'>Out With The Old, In With The New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life as of late has been rather boring and deep down inside, ive felt rather off colour. However, if there was anything to brighten up a week its gotta be this! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6GqB4yX2I/AAAAAAAABFE/Lr3KJRqLhPY/s400/overview-gallery3-20081014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313832666963009378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ladies &amp;amp; Gentleman, The new 13" Aluminium Macbook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally after having my old laptop for 4 years and enduring 2.5 years of pain with it I finally have a new laptop! And finally the first of my choice. All my previous laptops have always been mine only cause they are conveniently around so like it or not I had to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been a long painful wait but its been worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6Gpkc4KpI/AAAAAAAABE8/7uYyrPE1APU/s400/overview-gallery2-20081014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313832659061320338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg the keyboard is just awesome! It doesnt have the illuminated lighting of its more expensive sibling, but it is just such a joy to type on! I though I would struggle getting adjusted to a new keyboard but its like ive been typing on it for years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I used to find Expose on previous Macs ive used really annoying but thanks to the new trackpad it is the best thing in the world! Swipe 4 fingers one way Expose comes up or I can go to my Desktop or switch program and so much more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trackpad is also the mouse click itself! It takes some time to get used to as well. If I move my fingers together or opposite diagonally it shrinks or enlarges the size of the contents of what im viewing so. So I can enlarge text or shrink it to my taste. It is slightly annoying though when it happens when you dont want it to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6F9AvPHZI/AAAAAAAABE0/8li8rFV_z5c/s400/overview-hero20081014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313831893560401298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was gonna get the Macbook White but whom am I kidding! With a laptop like this its worth it forking out a bit extra! I feel like some Apple salesman but it is so worth ranting and raving about. And to think I nearly got the Dell Xps M1330 in December. Im already having trouble readjusting to Microsoft computers at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6F9ONiubI/AAAAAAAABEs/Kiqn52aiboA/s400/overview-gallery4-20081014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313831897177176498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Designed by the devil or not is a debate that cant ever end but even if it is and having one is a sin, then the 7 deadly sins should become 8 deadly sins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The iLife 09 package is beyond awesome specially iPhoto 09! I can tag people on facebook! And it detects peoples faces and helps tag with approval. Its hilarious when they mix people up. I will demonstrate this to you guys one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6OmumkN4I/AAAAAAAABF0/8NjjFSzcIMc/s1600-h/P1050166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6OmumkN4I/AAAAAAAABF0/8NjjFSzcIMc/s400/P1050166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313841406339725186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6OmXZoeyI/AAAAAAAABFs/0VSAv3B25vo/s1600-h/P1050165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6OmXZoeyI/AAAAAAAABFs/0VSAv3B25vo/s400/P1050165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313841400111463202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If boxes were only this pretty. Forgive me but my room has bad lighting at night cause some light bulbs have blown and until they all go bust or someone else replaces them, im not going to do anything about it yet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got it Friday night from Machines, The Gardens. After dinner and picking out a baju melayu to lend Divyesh, I took this baby out of the box to find :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6MQlDGirI/AAAAAAAABFc/W-9tUYzoWIQ/s1600-h/P1050169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6MQlDGirI/AAAAAAAABFc/W-9tUYzoWIQ/s400/P1050169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313838826794683058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I honestly have never seen such straight forward packaging. All the computer and laptop boxes ive had in the past are all huge, full of nothing or unwanted stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6MQlDGirI/AAAAAAAABFc/W-9tUYzoWIQ/s1600-h/P1050169.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6MQ29Ck_I/AAAAAAAABFk/rI974xeG0pM/s400/P1050170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313838831601095666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;iLife 09 installation cd + Handbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6KN-3kBsI/AAAAAAAABFM/Tqmk1pIeobM/s400/P1050173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313836583162742466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After some first boot-up configuration came the screen that id been waiting all night for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know how to describe my joy at all this. You'd have to meet me in person to tell how much im having but for now this should tell the story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6KOWBNz_I/AAAAAAAABFU/NXOWXhQXIro/s400/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313836589377245170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My inner camwhore and Photobooth has got to be a match made in heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And btw Kenneth the stupid 17 year old who's turning 18 on Friday had a driving test today. No one knows the outcome so he proly failed..hahahah..Speculation is rife that he will commit suicide before Friday so that he will be Forever 17. HAHAHAHAH. I hope not though. Who else is as cunty as him and is going to be the butt of all jokes :D ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is the first ever blog post with this laptop. And the sexy keyboard makes me wanna blog more and more. Cheers to more posts with this silver sweetheart of mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-2259659677748828498?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/2259659677748828498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=2259659677748828498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2259659677748828498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2259659677748828498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out With The Old, In With The New'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/Sb6GqB4yX2I/AAAAAAAABFE/Lr3KJRqLhPY/s72-c/overview-gallery3-20081014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-151694298658301061</id><published>2009-03-13T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:05:54.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember when I last blogged about how I had this stupid quiz the next from that post? Well it was bad..I had brunch at Starbucks, The Gardens while attempting to futilely study and midway through chapter 2 my eyes kinda popped out. The quiz in the end was absolutely awful beyond awful. To make it worse the weather was of depressing rain. Ice cream? More like waffles with vanilla ice cream, strawberry and chocolate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of Feb, I turned 21! To celebrate, I called Jon C, Jon Ti, Grace, Felix, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fidi&lt;/span&gt;, Julian, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt; Le and Rachel for some Polo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Piccante&lt;/span&gt; goodness at La Bodega &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bsc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjKBBeepII/AAAAAAAABCc/1ifJ0hGjHSg/s1600-h/P1040325.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjKBBeepII/AAAAAAAABCc/1ifJ0hGjHSg/s400/P1040325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312217879408452738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahmad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kunji&lt;/span&gt; aside, I even got a cake! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; ever gotten a cake since I was a kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjKA-k6d-I/AAAAAAAABCU/D7EmPzE_Xdw/s1600-h/P1040359.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjKA-k6d-I/AAAAAAAABCU/D7EmPzE_Xdw/s400/P1040359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312217878630135778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the traditional remove the candles with your mouth ritual, we had a group picture and I thought I had managed to escape getting caked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjKBDPQZQI/AAAAAAAABCk/tMddgTrzjdQ/s1600-h/P1040361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjKBDPQZQI/AAAAAAAABCk/tMddgTrzjdQ/s400/P1040361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312217879881475330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, they got me when I least suspected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to the humour, by now it was no longer my birthday it was the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! Worst of all it was already 1am and all the toilets were closed! And La Bodega ran outta napkins after I used a ton of them. I did smear cake back on some of them. Driving Rachel home and 2am laundry was not funny! I will tell you guys what they got me for my birthday. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know whether to laugh or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day..was my Pr class's :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjTiNkXAtI/AAAAAAAABDU/7kEEdrkL-BU/s1600-h/P1040407.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjTiNkXAtI/AAAAAAAABDU/7kEEdrkL-BU/s400/P1040407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312228345194676946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I kept my promise of not doing anything stupid the night before (my birthday) so I donated! It was my first time..though in a very complicated way it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on my group ; Led, Clement, Nick, Me, Aaron were in doing photography so our job was to take pics..though I think I saw them 'modeling' later on...right..so I was one of the last to donate. As I awaited my introduction to the needle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjTif0KlAI/AAAAAAAABDc/SgyLwEL4oeQ/s1600-h/P1010898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjTif0KlAI/AAAAAAAABDc/SgyLwEL4oeQ/s400/P1010898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312228350092809218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjQY3sQhFI/AAAAAAAABCs/a22nHqOgqfg/s1600-h/P1040543.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjQY3sQhFI/AAAAAAAABCs/a22nHqOgqfg/s400/P1040543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312224886168519762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They attempted to inject me themselves. For some reason me donating blood attracted the most attention. Everyone was there attempting to inject me in wrong places as well as asking the nurses when they are injecting me or could they inject me or can I get injected in the ass etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjQZv7wzEI/AAAAAAAABDE/TwPgq_5GHYs/s1600-h/P1010935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjQZv7wzEI/AAAAAAAABDE/TwPgq_5GHYs/s400/P1010935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312224901265935426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjQZDowE4I/AAAAAAAABC8/cL9T_qkoMBc/s1600-h/P1010934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjQZDowE4I/AAAAAAAABC8/cL9T_qkoMBc/s400/P1010934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312224889375036290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why people squirm at this. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; hurt. Seriously! When they removed it I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; even realised it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjQZ6ny1rI/AAAAAAAABDM/oIzpl7-vN6Y/s1600-h/P1010939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjQZ6ny1rI/AAAAAAAABDM/oIzpl7-vN6Y/s400/P1010939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312224904134973106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Fauzi&lt;/span&gt; even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;video'd&lt;/span&gt; it all.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjTiVA5ljI/AAAAAAAABDk/0YHm2fbr-l8/s1600-h/P1010972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjTiVA5ljI/AAAAAAAABDk/0YHm2fbr-l8/s400/P1010972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312228347193431602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason they were posing with me as if it would be the last ever picture of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjQYzAGDlI/AAAAAAAABC0/T6SdYcBk7Uo/s1600-h/P1010953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjQYzAGDlI/AAAAAAAABC0/T6SdYcBk7Uo/s400/P1010953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312224884909542994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if you thought I was a celebrity, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Naim&lt;/span&gt; clearly stole the show here. Apparently they had to keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;reinjecting&lt;/span&gt; him to find his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;vains&lt;/span&gt;. But as those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;muscles&lt;/span&gt; of his show, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; an issue to him. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt; joined in if my blood flowed out faster. Apparently I was over working my hand so my hand swelled up leading to slower blood flow. No big deal really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have any pictures but later that night I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Italiannie's&lt;/span&gt; at the Gardens to say Happy Birthday to my lovely semi twin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ser&lt;/span&gt; Li! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a picture with her how could I be so stupid..I then told the story of my birthday presents. Me and Jon then went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Pj&lt;/span&gt; to visit Michelle &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt; Le. Of course before that we snuffed 4 cinnamon rolls between us in the car. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Woooooo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 days later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was Grace's birthday! Or more it was the day after. We just went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt; Shrimp Co. The debate on where to go was so long that although I was the latest to arrive I was well in time to order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; that day was super dazing..presentation for Pr class with led..where we outsmarted everyone into being the ones to present that day although time was up and many others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;hadnt&lt;/span&gt;. What else..had breakfast at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Nirwana&lt;/span&gt;..dropped by Subway to watch Jon eat lunch..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Skived&lt;/span&gt; classes to workout and devour large amounts of 100plus and this. As dazed as I was I told Jon the best remedy to wake yourself up is a date. No really it is..not that I had one anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjxUsLQ4wI/AAAAAAAABD8/jhjuLzA6X4w/s1600-h/P1040574.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjxUsLQ4wI/AAAAAAAABD8/jhjuLzA6X4w/s400/P1040574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312261098241581826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we made her go through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Tgif&lt;/span&gt; sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; treatment&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjxVka3wQI/AAAAAAAABEM/i-QsJrAHrKw/s1600-h/P1040598.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjxVka3wQI/AAAAAAAABEM/i-QsJrAHrKw/s400/P1040598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312261113339429122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Bangkung&lt;/span&gt; (my first time since my infamous 'ways of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ushering&lt;/span&gt; in the New Year')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjxUml1S0I/AAAAAAAABD0/pNidB2XHu4k/s1600-h/P1040603.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjxUml1S0I/AAAAAAAABD0/pNidB2XHu4k/s400/P1040603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312261096742406978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you we played 'games'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjxUayC0rI/AAAAAAAABDs/-DsCTI9RrKk/s1600-h/P1040602.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjxUayC0rI/AAAAAAAABDs/-DsCTI9RrKk/s400/P1040602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312261093572399794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had drinks..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjxVBssmOI/AAAAAAAABEE/SzE-KgmyJa4/s1600-h/P1040615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjxVBssmOI/AAAAAAAABEE/SzE-KgmyJa4/s400/P1040615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312261104018954466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as played on the swings. A certain someone turned extra red and needed special attention afterwards. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My February ended with me spending my Saturday night standing under the rain in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Telawi&lt;/span&gt;, suddenly feeling depressed and all. It was like the day before prom where I sat under the rain outside Block E although everyone was scurrying for cover. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what hit me. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt; stayed drenched all night had I not learnt the importance of having dinner..even if its during supper time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjzFCjkVtI/AAAAAAAABEU/hp0xc6kK-lQ/s1600-h/P1040641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjzFCjkVtI/AAAAAAAABEU/hp0xc6kK-lQ/s400/P1040641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312263028394448594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt; above we to Grace's house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Kalng&lt;/span&gt; to surprise her! Sure her birthday had already passed the day before and it was now March 1st, 2009, but it was fun. The planning was chaotic. From over 10 people going to 5..from Michelle planning to me doing it..and arriving way after we said we would. We went..gave her a cake, ate some and watched E. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; how addictive that stuff is. Grace Chin who was there with Kim was talking about the show with stars without makeup on and ironically it was the next program! We just barely turned the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; off in time to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Tinggi&lt;/span&gt;. Its huge. In the end &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; as dodgy as I thought. Then again it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; the town area so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not convinced. Forgive me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt; people, but my friends go from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Bangsar&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt; to drink and cheap booze is produced in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt;! What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; how my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; played out...It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;sya&lt;/span&gt; the least. It was so hectic at times I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; even catch my breathe yet the fun I had made up for it all. Every year the first few months of the year are usually the best for me and its no different. Cant say yet about March and April but the signs are encouraging. From my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shoots to painfully saying bye to friends, having fun, to uneventful and packed days it was great. So was the food. I am so bankrupt from spending on food that its not funny!&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/6232474-151694298658301061?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/151694298658301061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=151694298658301061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/151694298658301061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/151694298658301061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/03/finishing-february.html' title='Finishing February'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SbjKBBeepII/AAAAAAAABCc/1ifJ0hGjHSg/s72-c/P1040325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-5309957859153757339</id><published>2009-03-03T02:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T02:41:42.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip Over That Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So now March has finally taken over the seat that was warmed up for it by its colleague February. And with that we flip over another page on our table calenders, do the same thing, only more annoying with those wall calenders and remember to write a different word or number when we write the date down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this process just keeps going on and on and doesnt it seem like its just now becoming more a chore or just a verbal adornment to another day? Days just keep coming and going that it seems to pointless at times to just label things by the month. Or even by the week for the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt it just be easier now just to go on day by day and not really care about the month denoted ahead of the day? We already have to do this 12 times a year and its not even after a fixed time. Sometimes its after 30 days, or 31, or 28 but even 29 in some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We use a month as a benchmark or a timeline to achieve something but it really kind of gives a false illusion of time. You can say 'hey its now April and I plan to do this and that by July, so I have three months to get it all done', but when you look back is it really April that you can use a starting point? A month on average has 30 days so even just a few days into a new month is already passing time and creating false illusions of facing extra time which is truth is non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure months are a nice way to group a number of days together and attempt to squeeze what we can out of it and make the most of our time. Sure ahead of time its hard to plan day by day until those days come along making it easier to plan monthly but ultimately we live day by day. We dont live month by month, cause its those days that decide what we do and become of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this morning comes and today arises I am going to wonder what in the world provoked this. I wont know the answer til I awaken but I shall exit this realm before I end up with more to ponder. Goodnight everyone, and have a happy March ahead of you, something im looking forward to. See, i'm already contradicting myself.&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/6232474-5309957859153757339?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/5309957859153757339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=5309957859153757339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5309957859153757339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5309957859153757339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/03/flip-over-that-page.html' title='Flip Over That Page'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-2964514412831265345</id><published>2009-02-23T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:45:00.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 20, Day 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess 20 has been an age of mixed emotions for me. Its not been the best of years for me..not the worst either. Enjoyable at times but unbearable at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a mixed bag for..no more P license, inheriting the family sinus, not so immune to the common cold, making new kick ass friends, getting a new camera, seeing more and more friends leave, working, getting that tv show spot, not getting enough sleep..I dont know what else really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to mark my last day of being 20 I had an Ad Copy in class assignment which should be alright..studied for my Pr quiz at Starbucks, The Gardens to where I was limited to aimless page flipping. As for the test, im hoping to get 3! But thats ambitious to be honest. I think I can get 2. It was that bad..but I had waffles, strawberries, ice cream and an awesome time to brighten up my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now im here unsure why I am here..the weather is nice cold cause its raining but its rather depressing to be honest..and if I dont have roti canai from Nirwana anytime soon im going to throw a fit cause im having withdrawal symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SaLAkzirJiI/AAAAAAAABCE/a6ISB2AuQwY/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SaLAkzirJiI/AAAAAAAABCE/a6ISB2AuQwY/s400/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306015049539331618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats what I did when I turned 20. Its a long story why everyone is wet, shirtless and smiling like kids on sugar. It was great but I dont intend for that to happen again! As usual, im quite the minimalist for my birthday but presents are welcomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye 2o or shall I say good riddance..I might end up eating my words so I wont be so loud about it..And since I have a couple of minutes til its midnight, im gonna grab a cup of tea and savior the moment, that is 21. And I have to gloat, im finally legal for everything god damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to everyone out there, a big thank you, hugs, kisses, whatever else you want, for making the start of my third decade of existence a memorable one. Cheers to the next year of it!&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/6232474-2964514412831265345?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/2964514412831265345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=2964514412831265345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2964514412831265345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2964514412831265345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/02/year-20-day-365.html' title='Year 20, Day 365'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SaLAkzirJiI/AAAAAAAABCE/a6ISB2AuQwY/s72-c/DSC00049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-2420687367569878852</id><published>2009-02-23T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:29:05.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this week I :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have 2 quizzes..both today one at 10am, one at 2pm. Its now 5:15am and I dont know why I am here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I plan to study later at Mid Valley at somewhere quiet..may everyone stay away from the coffee joints!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More birthdays to wish/celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have ice cream to eat!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See the back of my 20th year of existence thank god&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have that blood donation thing on Wednesday for Pr (details soon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to start my assignments!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Proly have a shoot cause I havent had one in 2 weeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A presentation for pr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to workout even if it means not being to able to move my hands much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to shop! Im out of shirts damn it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apologize for not keeping my word here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to sleep! Its a New Year's Resolution but believe it or not its even working my lazy bum out is easier to fulfill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I need to wake up in 3 hours..cant wake up if I dont sleep though so bodily shutdown here I am..&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/6232474-2420687367569878852?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/2420687367569878852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=2420687367569878852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2420687367569878852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2420687367569878852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-horizon.html' title='On The Horizon'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-6343685584753421939</id><published>2009-02-23T05:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:19:25.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having A Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently from what I read I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; really said anything about my life since the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;...which has been 2 weeks lost in the metaphoric mail, which its delivery has been entrusted with a mailman, whose motto says the mail will be delivered when he feels like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the wee hours of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..I called Kat..but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; answer..I thought I had missed her but she called back! And it pretty much made my week before it even started..we were on the phone for a long time and each time it was time to end it we just got sidetracked. From how long ago prom was, to how our lives have been, her life in Queensland, my life in KL, about our friends who've left already, to our little moment on prom night, to our free buffet, to how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to end up running myself into the ground and more. Hanging up was the hardest bit of all, along with trying to figure how we never spent time together after prom ended. All I can do is shrug my shoulders and let out a little sigh. I have no clue if she`ll read this but I hope you have a great time in Brisbane..and good luck surviving life with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jovy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was at 3am..3 hours later I woke up and had my first shoot in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; Selangor..yay..arrived there at around 9am something..and shit I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get home til nearly midnight. It was so so tiring. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know how much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; getting paid cause I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; received my contract yet but if what I hear is true, then its just barely cutting it man..ill bet half the people dying to be where I am would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;proly&lt;/span&gt; drop dead midway..I wish I could. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Proly&lt;/span&gt; would if it lasted any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went through the forest on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pajero&lt;/span&gt; with me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Naim&lt;/span&gt; hanging on the side..and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; its a forest path we had tree branches endangering our existence every few meters..it was fun having to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;frequently&lt;/span&gt; bend down or lean again the car which suited the situation. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how many times I was a split second away from getting up close and personal with mother nature in wooden form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Selangor&lt;/span&gt; is quite a big town I would say..certainly bigger than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kangsar&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;proly&lt;/span&gt; smaller than Taiping but I was pleasantly surprised at how busy and populated it was. We would have gotten back to KL sooner but for some funny reason in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Kuang&lt;/span&gt; there was road work going on at a busy stretch of the highway. Seriously..of all times! There were even road blocks at funny places. And so after the first shoot, there I was, worn out, horrifically sun burnt but smiling I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;survived&lt;/span&gt;. I had been dreaming of 12am ever since 10am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 days later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Jennifer was leaving town that very day itself and despite the remaining hours she had in KL that she could have spent with her girlfriends or her family or Music Makers people or magic people or more, she choose to spend her afternoon with me which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;proly&lt;/span&gt; one of the best things anyone has done for me..no kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had promised her so much, from nights out in KL, to food hunting around but alas nothing transpired. I did keep my promise to bring her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;O'Briens&lt;/span&gt;..so we headed to Solaris...she got her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;digi&lt;/span&gt; number stuff sorted our since there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;s a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;digi&lt;/span&gt; shop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;coincidentally&lt;/span&gt; and when we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;O'Briens&lt;/span&gt;, we found that the stupid place had closed down!! It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; even last a year!! And with that went my 50% off at their Solaris branch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this obsession with going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;O'Briens&lt;/span&gt; at Great Eastern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Ampang&lt;/span&gt; but for time saving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;purposes&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; feasible so we were going to go to the one at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Uoa&lt;/span&gt; 2 but then I decided it`ll take forever even though its nearer to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt;, so I u-turned towards to Curve and within less than 20 minutes we were there ordering our food. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how many different places we went to for lunch or dinner and the even bigger number of places we never went to, but sure as hell am going to miss her company. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt; so many places involved I cant remember them all. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know anyone else who's willing to spend as much as I do on food and share similar cravings..After lunch, I sent her back and let out another shrug at having to kiss another person goodbye. I then had a long evening braving traffic, finding lights and sending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ym&lt;/span&gt; dumb printer for repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;the day before Valentine's&lt;/span&gt;, I went to Mid Valley with Calvin and I like said it was so saddening to see no V-Day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;deco's&lt;/span&gt; up on a large scale apart from individual shops. I am such the sucker for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we come to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No I did not do anything to be honest. I spent it playing squash and table tennis at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt; with Calvin and his family. That was the afternoon. I spent the rest of the day blogging (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; slow) and doing some major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;. I spent the day writing on the walls of my good friends, saying happy V-day and saying how much I miss em and all. All in all I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;musta&lt;/span&gt; written on at least 30 of my friends walls which is an all-time record for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later on at night around I dunno 11pm or so I went to visit Dee May at her place cause she was leaving for Brisbane the next day. And I swear I could have stayed the whole night. As we hung outside her house talking about the times we never got to spend, the pictures we never took together, our lives, our cameras, our friends, her packing, my show and all that, I just looked at the view of the city from her hill, watch the cars zoom by and think how much more I could stomach it all. I left after a half hour, which would have been all night had she not needed to pack and me telling Jon I was gonna drop by his house. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want to let her go from my grasp but I had to, and I promised her an update about..something something (smile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end the night I went to Jon's house where we celebrated my 3rd Anniversary of a little something. Before arriving at his house I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Telawi&lt;/span&gt; and I saluted that place even if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; exist anymore. It just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that it was gone though. It was so hard to find a time no one was looking cause I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want to attract attention. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Heheheh&lt;/span&gt;. After numerous card games and a few drinks, I went home and thus concluded my uneventful but equally fulfilling Valentine's Day. maybe even quieter than any but still pleasing as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" &gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; materialise into what I had planned. But at least I had my first visit to San Fran in nearly 3 months and I how do I miss those Wednesday afternoon coffee talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The next day&lt;/span&gt;, I was off to Chili's for dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Yao&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; all the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;budak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;budak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;masalah&lt;/span&gt; since he was leaving for Melbourne. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Cajun&lt;/span&gt; club sandwich was massive and in process too massive in fact. Fortunately I had some willing food finishers with me. The noise levels attained there was enough to earn the stares of these table of white people who were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;proly&lt;/span&gt; learning how Malaysians are not shy about being loud and obnoxious at Restaurants. We then took pictures outside and the manner of which was absolutely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; which earned more attention from small kids who were likely wondering if we have severe problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true jobless fashion, afterwards I headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Nirwana&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Divyesh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Yit&lt;/span&gt; Ming and we caught up for a good couple of hours til I dunno..2? And it was the only time we were able to meet with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Yit&lt;/span&gt; Ming. At least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; better than the serious failure that is our so called high school class reunion. No matter the experience I have in doing events, even I cant help that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other side news, a trip to Jon's on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; night to use his printer turned into a another jobless time at his house. My brother came down on Friday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; hoping he`ll bring all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;cd's&lt;/span&gt; I want the next he comes. I cant even remember what I did on Saturday which is amazing considering I remember what I did 2 weeks ago. Today was a visit to my aunt's house, some night time grocery shopping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Bsc&lt;/span&gt; (which seems as charming as ever) and a dose of the chilly night air with Julian. Each time I drop by his house (more like outside) I always seem to be heading somewhere else afterwards even if its late and even he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; believe I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; off to anywhere later on. But for a change, some things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; changed and that, is undoubtedly the best piece of news of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that has been my last 2 weeks. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how I make such normal things warrant so many words. I guess old blogging habits just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; change.&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/6232474-6343685584753421939?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/6343685584753421939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=6343685584753421939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6343685584753421939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6343685584753421939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/02/having-moment.html' title='Having A Moment'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-8679929134580704328</id><published>2009-02-14T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:02:00.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Hearts &amp; Red Roses, Its Another Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been an interesting week but I wont talk about it yet. But one thing about it worth mentioning for now is that there been several of these lately :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZZPKd8GrOI/AAAAAAAABBc/XJRAmOBiIt8/s1600-h/800px-Valentines_Day_Chocolates_from_2005.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZZPKd8GrOI/AAAAAAAABBc/XJRAmOBiIt8/s400/800px-Valentines_Day_Chocolates_from_2005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302512652529347810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Highlight that 'S' please! Its been wonderful to witness what ive seen. Not cause there's been drama and comedy involved (I was left crying on my hands and knees behind Hp Tower and required Strepsils afterwards), but cause its been great to see the people out there, namely my friends, face their fears and just take that plunge all for :&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZZPKY729dI/AAAAAAAABBk/KBljLYbchjg/s1600-h/98171915_b07b308a32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZZPKY729dI/AAAAAAAABBk/KBljLYbchjg/s400/98171915_b07b308a32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302512651186140626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not really in a position to describe more in depth neither do I want to but laugh-caused-smiles aside, it really does bring a smile to my face. I seriously have to salute everyone, regardless of their predicaments because they've done something, unlike myself and my every year declaration that ill find a date for the next Valentine's. Im still continuing this trend btw :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to today, thinking about my last 5 Valentines which are documented in the archives if your interested, I guess today really is the quietest of all. Yesterday I was at Mid Valley Calvin, which I never expected. I have this funny coincidence of being at Mid Valley the day before, and this year there was absolutely nothing dedicated to today. Which is really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind somehow the tranquil. I guess maybe ive over celebrated in the last few years.  Yet I still think amongst my friends im the most spirited about today. In fact im going around wishing people so on facebook and so on. But I must say, if there's something I want, its roses! A bouquet, just one stock, I coudln't care. Ive been waiting for 5 years now..and still am. Anybody want to make my day :)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all my friends, my Hmc people of 06/07, my Love Underground mates, my former Hmc Student Council, my Cdd people, my Adp macha's , my old high school mates and everyone else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VALENTINE'S&lt;/span&gt; DAY&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day comes once a year and wont be on a Saturday for another 6 years so make it great and spread the love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention i'm still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;available &lt;/span&gt;for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt; ;) ?&lt;br /&gt;&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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZZPKvyX_OI/AAAAAAAABB0/C2vxMp3DEnA/s1600-h/valentines-day-wallpaper.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZZPKvyX_OI/AAAAAAAABB0/C2vxMp3DEnA/s400/valentines-day-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302512657320377570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the couples out there, I hope it stays as a time to remind yourselves and reinforce your love for eachother. And for the singles, happy, unhappy or somewhere in between, dont spend your day being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sad and depressed&lt;/span&gt;. The time will come one day. There's a reason why we're (cause im included) this way. And sometimes, its for the best. Just cause today isnt 'that' sort of day for us doesn't mean it will be that way everyday. Keep the faith because hey, when the day comes along, it`ll be better than the Valentine's Day everyone else had.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we wait, why can't we just turn our friends into our Valentines? Take these words to the bank, because they are of the highest rank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZZPKm3QWOI/AAAAAAAABBs/j_Oe3ohjhyo/s1600-h/valentines_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZZPKm3QWOI/AAAAAAAABBs/j_Oe3ohjhyo/s400/valentines_day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302512654924929250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6232474-8679929134580704328?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/8679929134580704328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=8679929134580704328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8679929134580704328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/8679929134580704328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-hearts-red-roses-its-another.html' title='Red Hearts &amp; Red Roses, Its Another Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZZPKd8GrOI/AAAAAAAABBc/XJRAmOBiIt8/s72-c/800px-Valentines_Day_Chocolates_from_2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-4624098291758991632</id><published>2009-02-14T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:50:05.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Underground'/><title type='text'>A Year On : Love Underground, Valentine's Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So last year on Valentine's Day was :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXAzhDnpWI/AAAAAAAABAk/TFPVMNgmokE/s1600-h/P2140247.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXAzhDnpWI/AAAAAAAABAk/TFPVMNgmokE/s400/P2140247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302356127578039650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up at 6am and went to college at 7am courtesy of Vince to await the balloons. Like I mentioned in February 2008 there weren't any red balloons but just pink and white but it was just as good. I`ll leave the pictures to do the talking :)&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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXAzVPRg0I/AAAAAAAABAc/rrgAsUv-Myg/s1600-h/P2140248.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXAzVPRg0I/AAAAAAAABAc/rrgAsUv-Myg/s400/P2140248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302356124405695298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our beautiful message board! Taking it down the following week was one of the hardest things I had to do. Thank god I had Belle with me to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW7wmo-lHI/AAAAAAAABAU/G4PLZubrhIw/s1600-h/P2140220.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW7wmo-lHI/AAAAAAAABAU/G4PLZubrhIw/s400/P2140220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302350579979162738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pranks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW7wCYGGnI/AAAAAAAABAM/rxUqBwtp7vk/s1600-h/P2140228.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW7wCYGGnI/AAAAAAAABAM/rxUqBwtp7vk/s400/P2140228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302350570244676210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW7vvg3FHI/AAAAAAAABAE/ZGOIdh4huoM/s1600-h/P2140226.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW7vvg3FHI/AAAAAAAABAE/ZGOIdh4huoM/s400/P2140226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302350565181166706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were at least 3 notes telling Belle to get a boyfriend. Belle oh Belle, one year on, have you gotten one yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW7uT1M3tI/AAAAAAAAA_8/zU4HbwzW6UM/s1600-h/P2140218.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW7uT1M3tI/AAAAAAAAA_8/zU4HbwzW6UM/s400/P2140218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302350540570418898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How la wei? Vday Durex sold out??&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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW7tVeJYqI/AAAAAAAAA_0/LJIaXaLX_Vk/s1600-h/P2140337.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW7tVeJYqI/AAAAAAAAA_0/LJIaXaLX_Vk/s400/P2140337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302350523830723234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zen Wei our boss and Vince..who did equally alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW4cfd_DmI/AAAAAAAAA_s/nkyilj_LTko/s1600-h/P2140290.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW4cfd_DmI/AAAAAAAAA_s/nkyilj_LTko/s400/P2140290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302346935921741410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXIVXil9mI/AAAAAAAABBM/CQWBGJPmvGw/s1600-h/P2140267.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXIVXil9mI/AAAAAAAABBM/CQWBGJPmvGw/s400/P2140267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302364405720544866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the people that made it happen. Where's Grace &amp;amp; Vince??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXIU59WWGI/AAAAAAAABBE/r5C1n9FG9R8/s1600-h/P2140300.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXIU59WWGI/AAAAAAAABBE/r5C1n9FG9R8/s400/P2140300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302364397779703906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dynamic duo Ben &amp;amp; Zen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXIUm8UgOI/AAAAAAAABA8/FZipkf7tKq4/s1600-h/P2140303.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXIUm8UgOI/AAAAAAAABA8/FZipkf7tKq4/s400/P2140303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302364392675115234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vincent with flowers for Abbie no doubt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXIT8UPg8I/AAAAAAAABA0/temuj4T5GcM/s1600-h/P2140232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXIT8UPg8I/AAAAAAAABA0/temuj4T5GcM/s400/P2140232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302364381232726978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darryl &amp;amp; Marg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXITngXdhI/AAAAAAAABAs/77Np6cqnIX8/s1600-h/P2140236.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXITngXdhI/AAAAAAAABAs/77Np6cqnIX8/s400/P2140236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302364375646434834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grace! Who along with Rachel (who also gave me a heart for a personal momento :) ), designed the the lovely banner!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW4cNLJR6I/AAAAAAAAA_k/TfpjrYCO8fs/s1600-h/P2140342.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW4cNLJR6I/AAAAAAAAA_k/TfpjrYCO8fs/s400/P2140342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302346931010881442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our big boss Mr. Murali whom I have to thank so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my stupud Olympus camera went bust for a third time in less than 2 years! Shutter again and I was sad cause I didnt have alot of pics but trying to ignore it cause the day was so perfect. However, Murlai here has the exact same camera as me! So because he has classes to lecture, I used his camera to take pictures on my memory card and we had 2 batteries then (mine and his) so no worry of battery outages and I shared the pictures with him so we both gain! Afterall his camera would be lying around doing nothing if not. Perfect perfect perfect!!&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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW4b5srQLI/AAAAAAAAA_c/KxHH55oO04Q/s1600-h/P2140312.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW4b5srQLI/AAAAAAAAA_c/KxHH55oO04Q/s400/P2140312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302346925782810802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl our resident hobo who stunningly appeared in college in a formal all black outfit with a pink tie and was proly the best dressed person there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW4bmil_lI/AAAAAAAAA_U/MWBFEBcmRdA/s1600-h/P2140324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW4bmil_lI/AAAAAAAAA_U/MWBFEBcmRdA/s400/P2140324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302346920640249426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You too Vince!&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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW4bBKaIKI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Svy7Ryaa0Wc/s1600-h/P2140322.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZW4bBKaIKI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Svy7Ryaa0Wc/s400/P2140322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302346910606696610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Kim to Zen. How I miss that girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWxdqYv4rI/AAAAAAAAA_E/nTjMQoICuqA/s1600-h/P2140242.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWxdqYv4rI/AAAAAAAAA_E/nTjMQoICuqA/s400/P2140242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302339259451040434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Yong was drawing and drawing away..this is related to Aloha Janaury 08 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWxcx3iKqI/AAAAAAAAA-0/eJfico6qKjc/s1600-h/P2140244.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWxcx3iKqI/AAAAAAAAA-0/eJfico6qKjc/s400/P2140244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302339244279343778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWxccwbFxI/AAAAAAAAA-s/DJvsT0K9CSk/s1600-h/P2140246.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWxccwbFxI/AAAAAAAAA-s/DJvsT0K9CSk/s400/P2140246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302339238612375314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Devis, I dont think I ever told you, but seeing my name make it on your message heart was one of the biggest highlights of my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWxcIEdSUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ouG10L_Dxu0/s1600-h/P2140250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWxcIEdSUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ouG10L_Dxu0/s400/P2140250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302339233059260738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even got Emma a costume to be our love fairy to go around spreading the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWwfkDlTpI/AAAAAAAAA-c/qj9RXxeJQ4Q/s1600-h/P2140259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWwfkDlTpI/AAAAAAAAA-c/qj9RXxeJQ4Q/s400/P2140259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302338192599764626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favourite pics..this is me, Wai Se and a bouquet of roses for her from a 'secret admirer'. They're really beautiful, those roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWwfipuuKI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ZULZKLCO_Ok/s1600-h/P2140270.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWwfipuuKI/AAAAAAAAA-U/ZULZKLCO_Ok/s400/P2140270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302338192222894242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder if anyone called..&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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWwfadFTdI/AAAAAAAAA-M/4Z3_E1SdMfw/s1600-h/P2140278.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWwfadFTdI/AAAAAAAAA-M/4Z3_E1SdMfw/s400/P2140278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302338190022364626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince who was laughing at Belle wasnt laughing after this :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWwfAj0bqI/AAAAAAAAA-E/hjFvMK8gNxk/s1600-h/P2140281.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWwfAj0bqI/AAAAAAAAA-E/hjFvMK8gNxk/s400/P2140281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302338183071297186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Sam Sam the bit about Student Council there just makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWwebqKkOI/AAAAAAAAA98/KdyMhcJXeSY/s1600-h/P2140328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWwebqKkOI/AAAAAAAAA98/KdyMhcJXeSY/s400/P2140328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302338173165801698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasa la tuh!&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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWrtqgMtNI/AAAAAAAAA90/ctYxH1vtxJk/s1600-h/P2140222.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWrtqgMtNI/AAAAAAAAA90/ctYxH1vtxJk/s400/P2140222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302332937290429650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See we had song dedications that day..Juan, Ben, King Ji, Sam went around but I also brought my guitar and Darryl joined in and he really help save the day!&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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWrtTC0omI/AAAAAAAAA9k/kgvq18ohOCk/s1600-h/P2140254.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWrtTC0omI/AAAAAAAAA9k/kgvq18ohOCk/s400/P2140254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302332930993201762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the real 'Mr Khu' . Muahaha&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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWrtG1CcXI/AAAAAAAAA9c/rnHgDtmDDls/s1600-h/P2140225.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWrtG1CcXI/AAAAAAAAA9c/rnHgDtmDDls/s400/P2140225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302332927714161010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Kim getting oursevles entangled with balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWrsncyZ3I/AAAAAAAAA9U/gusgaMVUAoo/s1600-h/P2140314.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWrsncyZ3I/AAAAAAAAA9U/gusgaMVUAoo/s400/P2140314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302332919290947442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vday. Markerting ploy? yes no maybe huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so who cares. The day was awesome. It was the best Valentines Day I had ever had..and that was my 5th one that I had celebrated. Words cant express how fun it was and how sad I was at the end of the day when college was over, everyone had left, the balloons were gone, the cheery sounds were silenced and with it the realisation that the day was over. Like I said, there's nothing ike celebrating Vday with your friends comapred to anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ben, Zen, Kim, Grace, Rachel, Devis, Vince &amp;amp; the numerous many others who helped me make this day a dream day, I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on at night I visited Jin Le, gave her her stats book which I kept forgetting to give, which I shoulda given in college anyway and then I had a late night drink with my old friend Leonard and we talked and reminiced on the Valentine Dya events we held. His 07 and mine this year. The day was surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im one year late with this, but hey better late than never as they say. Ive said this over and over throughout the post but February 14 2008 was so much better than I could ever imagine. It goes down as my best Valentine's ever and perhaps will stay immortalised that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So til then everyone from me a year late,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWxdUg_ihI/AAAAAAAAA-8/xZ9NGh_KERo/s1600-h/P2140243.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/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZWxdUg_ihI/AAAAAAAAA-8/xZ9NGh_KERo/s400/P2140243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302339253580040722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6232474-4624098291758991632?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/4624098291758991632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=4624098291758991632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4624098291758991632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4624098291758991632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/02/year-on-love-underground-valentines-day.html' title='A Year On : Love Underground, Valentine&apos;s Day 2008'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZXAzhDnpWI/AAAAAAAABAk/TFPVMNgmokE/s72-c/P2140247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-4318026862891998893</id><published>2009-02-10T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:45:15.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny Cooper'/><title type='text'>Potential New Chelsea Managers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZFjZFEPOOI/AAAAAAAAA8s/y_hWT8v0vfI/s1600-h/scolari-275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZFjZFEPOOI/AAAAAAAAA8s/y_hWT8v0vfI/s400/scolari-275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301127518899615970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it looks like 'Big Phil', Luiz Felipe Scolari isnt so big anymore after his sudden sacking, just barely half a season into his time at Chelsea. After a promising start, the man who led Brazil to World Cup glory in 2002, encountered problems which put him further under the microscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the problems with misfiring striker Didier Drogba, to a fallout with top-scorer Nicolas Anelka, the evaporation of Stamford Bridge's invincibility and poor results, he has become another victim of modern football's trend of sacking managers without giving them ample time to prove themselves, even if it may cost a rumoured Chelsea 15 million pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the falling of one big name,another comes up as replacement such as :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZFjkcKLAII/AAAAAAAAA80/RKPm3Y64DqU/s1600-h/1210_news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZFjkcKLAII/AAAAAAAAA80/RKPm3Y64DqU/s400/1210_news.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301127714077081730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guus Hiddink. Current manager of Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZFjkgSwBlI/AAAAAAAAA88/N3-qZQT8YCQ/s1600-h/29344_news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZFjkgSwBlI/AAAAAAAAA88/N3-qZQT8YCQ/s400/29344_news.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301127715186804306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frank Rijkaard, Ex Barcelona manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZFqn8x8gjI/AAAAAAAAA9E/HWysKQ50t_U/s1600-h/7180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZFqn8x8gjI/AAAAAAAAA9E/HWysKQ50t_U/s400/7180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301135470954840626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roberto Mancini, Ex Internazionale Manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Chelsea insisting they will be dependant of Roman Abhramovic's money by 2010 and the fact that they have reportedly spent nearly 40 million pounds as compensation for the sacking of Claudio Ranieri, Jose Mourinho, Avram Grant and now Luiz Felipe Scolari, rumours have claimed Chelsea are searching for a big name manager to replace Scolari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, assistant Ray Wilkins will take charge of the team until further notice. However, despite claiming that a permanent manager to succeed Scolari has not been found,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZFqsMEWZ6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/NAUY55CqWFI/s1600-h/danny+cooper+for+chelsea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZFqsMEWZ6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/NAUY55CqWFI/s400/danny+cooper+for+chelsea.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301135543778043810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in an incident reminiscent of then-England manager, Sven Goran Eriksson being spotted on Roman Abhramovic's yacht linking him to take over from Claudio Ranieri, little known Danny Cooper was photographed in a Chelsea uniform at the club's training ground in Cobham, just hours after Scolari's sacking. It is unclear though of the reasons of his presence. Cooper has reportedly in the past, claimed that managing Chelsea would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'a dream come true'&lt;/span&gt;. However, attempts to contact Cooper's representatives have proved unsuccessful at this point of time. However, Cooper is rumoured to come out with an official statement on the matter at his official website, &lt;a href="http://danny-cooper.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://danny-cooper.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; . Updates will be posted immediately as they come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232474-4318026862891998893?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/4318026862891998893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=4318026862891998893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4318026862891998893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4318026862891998893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/02/potential-new-chelsea-managers.html' title='Potential New Chelsea Managers?'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SZFjZFEPOOI/AAAAAAAAA8s/y_hWT8v0vfI/s72-c/scolari-275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-7386757649551606430</id><published>2009-02-09T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:40:51.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7th, Squash &amp; Things I Don't Want To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So at last yesterday was February the 7th..and it was a Saturday..and the last one for 6 years, adding more to my obsession with it..and adding it to today I think my weekend was pretty productive..then again I have a very suspect standard of 'productivity'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies and gentleman..particularly the ladies, I have finally given in the to all your annoying cat calls to cut my hair..and I hope you all are happy when you see me and swoon over me! This of course after lunch at Nirwana with Grace and she umm seemed to enjoy following me..it wasnt quite what I had expected but then again its not that bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I dont have pictures of it yet..soon..im still trying to cope with the loss of my hair and figure out how to face the world with my short hair again..hahaha..its been thinned and well its not as short as normal short but its long in some places its umm quite different than normal to say the least..im still sad though. At least my 7th turned out alright..not memorable but at least I didnt rot at home..I even cleaned my room and washed my car before all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I went to play Squash at Bsc with Jeremy and Calvin which was the first time in some time for me..Dont worry Calvin Khong I will beat you soon..And yes we are going to play Tennis next week! Chaos will ensure..Need to find a raquet first..and also get the grip on my Squash raquet fixed as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we lazed around under the pondok outside Bsc..it was so hot but still breezy that when I lay down there I swear I would just fallen asleep. Calvin left and I told Jeremy I was so tempted just to call Mcd's delivery there so we would have to leave to get lunch. In the end we had lunch at Nirwana (again) and went to Bv so he could go crazy over the Lumix Lx-3..I then dropped him off at Sentral came home..and slept from 5pm-9pm..hahahah but it was so nice and hot and well I cant resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I Don't Want To Do :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Kuala Selangor for shooting tomorrow..yeah sure ill be on camera instead off camera but ugh I gotta wake up at 6am get my ass ready cause call time in 7:15am...aarrgghhh ill proly sleep the whole way there. Never been there though. Should be fun but I think im going to be there the whole of tomorrow..I don't even know what my script is..in fact im so lost that I might even have it and not even know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to PJ for a haircut. My regular stylist Raymond, is in his last month at Peekaboo Bangsar and is gonna be in Jaya 1 I think..Arghh I love the convenience of going down the the road for a haircut..so I dont know..ill see when the time comes when I cut my hair again proly in May..Perhaps it might be time to explore and go to places ive always wanted to go again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing I dont want to do most is call Kathryn..she's leaving for Queensland tommorow night..and I just hate goodbyes really..I guess its a bit like Michelle..known her for a bit longer but not really that well but after all she did for prom along with me shes left quite an impact on me. She helped find some venues as well and she at least help take charge at times and well I just miss all those times, the meetings, the stress and everything. The other day she came to college to say her byes and I just happened to make it in time to see her. We as usuall camwhored and swear I coulda gone on and on the whole day. Its sad that I didnt see her like Michelle told me to when she left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess the nicest thing as well was that she had all that faith in me at times when I had none for myself. That and of course this..wink wink :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SY8Ga6VzL2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/VRCIg9EyXo0/s1600-h/n714622717_1592026_4159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SY8Ga6VzL2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/VRCIg9EyXo0/s400/n714622717_1592026_4159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300462345845419874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How we became prom king and queen..believe there are many more incriminating pictures and videos out there..please dont go see my pictures!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SY8Ga3X8Y0I/AAAAAAAAA8k/AQehE7Y7_Ts/s1600-h/n725751050_1459570_1051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SY8Ga3X8Y0I/AAAAAAAAA8k/AQehE7Y7_Ts/s400/n725751050_1459570_1051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300462345049105218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats us after prom ended. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I cant believe I still havent posted about that night..soon..of course im lying..and I still cant believe she didnt come for the after party! Thanks for the lapdance too..it was quite unexpected but hey it was fun and we got free dinners too as well as a memory to last a lifetime! And also thank you thank you so much for let me crash in your room after prom even though all I wanted was a place for my stuff cause I could take care of myself out on the street. Thanks so much for that and everything else :) Im going to miss you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sigh im off to call her now. Hope she hasnt left. I really am dreading this more than I do for my exam results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just found out Jennifer's leaving on Wednesday..this is just...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great.&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/6232474-7386757649551606430?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/7386757649551606430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=7386757649551606430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7386757649551606430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7386757649551606430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/02/7th-squash-things-i-dont-want-to-do.html' title='The 7th, Squash &amp; Things I Don&apos;t Want To Do'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SY8Ga6VzL2I/AAAAAAAAA8c/VRCIg9EyXo0/s72-c/n714622717_1592026_4159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-5904426264339816055</id><published>2009-02-07T03:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T04:49:19.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting This Off My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I am so looking forward to sleeping because for the first time in a very long time I can sleep without needing to set a wake up time for myself. Because yes I am that tired..ill make a brief run through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; was spent watching tennis, football and receiving an unexpected call about an audition for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show..And also the start of Comm in Workplace and havoc it wrecked upon me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was spent having crepes for breakfast at Jon's, playing cards and having these cold Japanese noodles for lunch..and yes Comm in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Workplace's&lt;/span&gt; influence on my life was steadily growing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was quite incredibly mad. First was Comm in Workplace class which was spent feeling lost and hounded James for tips..and surprise surprise I spent a good hour or so looking for information at the Level 4 library..amazing eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took the bus with Jeremy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bangsar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lrt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dring&lt;/span&gt; which I story-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;telled&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ampang&lt;/span&gt; and camera talk. I then made the 10 minute walk back to my old office and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;audition&lt;/span&gt; for that part of the show I mentioned..I then walked home..got dinner and slept for an hour and resumed my losing battle against Comm in Workplace..I was so worn out I was panting and panting away from 7pm-12am and that includes and hour of sleep. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, if Tuesday was bad, then Wednesday just proves why I am the true champion at doing things I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be doing..I made plans for dinner as well as Hard Rock-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;..In fact Adrian wanted me to bring him around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bangsar&lt;/span&gt; and recommend places for Valentine's Day for him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; in the end. I have no date by the way and its on a Saturday Night!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what would eventually my last bit of sleep for the next 26 hours, I worked on my assignment before going to college, played some cards and did some researching with Calvin at the new comp lab at level 4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Aisar&lt;/span&gt;, Jeremy and Chloe was there too..doing..unrelated stuff..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know, last year at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Adp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Annual&lt;/span&gt; Ball, I was named prom king. Of course the manner of which certainly left me with many dodgy pictures and videos that can be used against me in the future. However for me and Kathryn's antics (she was the queen) we got prizes. Bet you may not have known that. We got each of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SYyZE5cfFfI/AAAAAAAAA8U/HsNZAuoRpws/s1600-h/P1030192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SYyZE5cfFfI/AAAAAAAAA8U/HsNZAuoRpws/s400/P1030192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299779170927056370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well we gave rm16k worth of business anyway. Other prizes for other things that night was similar but tea or lunch. Mine took the cake though. And the best part is valid 3 months..from November 7- February 7 and Wednesday was February the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hahahahahha&lt;/span&gt; I have no clue what I was waiting for the last 3 months. Someone interesting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;huhuhu&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I decided to pull a surprise for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt; Ling and bring her for this. It was fun because for days and days she kept guessing and I refused to tell the answer..until we were a turning away to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Impiana&lt;/span&gt;. And yes we ate ourselves silly while cursing the fact that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;proly&lt;/span&gt; decided to give us the coldest seats in the house cause we were there on the house. I was at one time forcefully made to eat some Japanese food. And I even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;admitted&lt;/span&gt; it was nice..but I still have my reservations..next time I make reservations must remember to ask for warm seats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for some aimless drive around Kl..from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Bintang&lt;/span&gt; to Heritage Row, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Changkat&lt;/span&gt; and beyond. There were these massive fireworks in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Bb&lt;/span&gt; so we decided to just drive the direction of them and we were right there! Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; put these super powerful nearly pro fireworks in a parking lot and set them off. It was so big, loud and pretty that traffic even stopped at places for it and people stopped to watch. It was so pretty but sadly it came to end. It was almost magically how a random turn led us to where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then dropped her at Grace's at midnight and I called my friends who were suppose to be at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Hardrock&lt;/span&gt; Cafe and said I was gonna join em soon..yes I was Kl, left and was going back..but the they were off to Tropicana so I said forget and drove home..and as usually I drove through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Telawi&lt;/span&gt; to see whats up..and there was a ton of parking bays near Starbucks so I out of nowhere stopped to get some espresso. And I got a 6 shot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Americano&lt;/span&gt;. It comes with 4 shots. I paid for an extra and while they were making it the guy there asked me in some kinda dodgy way if id like and extra. And since it was on the house I did take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So armed with painkillers and a 6 shot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Americano&lt;/span&gt; I was up the whole night finishing up Comm In Workplace which was due at 10am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So yes I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;stayed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; all night with Grace, Jeremy, Isaac, others doing. I doubt its even 70 % correct. Assignment due in the morn and I was out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention Friday I had another deadline for something else??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I then slowly dragged myself to class and handed it out and watched in horror as James gave us his next assignment. Things that are bad look even worse after 26 hours of no sleep. I then I went home at 12pm and just knocked out on and off til 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night I headed to Jon's with Grace to supposedly do work and get espresso. I did only my intro for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;intercult&lt;/span&gt; comm in which I choose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;cdd&lt;/span&gt; cause hey, its a hobby, past time in our culture! I then had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Mcds&lt;/span&gt; at 2am and slept on the floor til 4am, woke up, did work, slept,woke up at 11am, did more work. This is my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I printed my stuff at Jon's house, booked squash for Sunday and headed to class. Later on I sat down under the rain having a cinnamon roll (my so called lunch), watching life go by and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;coulda&lt;/span&gt; sat there forever because it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;proly&lt;/span&gt; the best thing I had done the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed back to the office and found out I got the part! And that shooting is this Monday in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Selangor&lt;/span&gt;..and its a public holiday! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know that..I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gonna work my shooting schedule around my studies..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;proly&lt;/span&gt; gonna die sooner or later cause all I drink is water or caffeine laced beverages.Nonetheless an upgrade from behind camera to being in front. There are some others too. Hopefully will get along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here I am 4:38 am Saturday, February 7 2009. Did I mention I love the date February 7? I have a fixation for it specially if its on a Saturday. The last one was in 2004 which kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;iconized&lt;/span&gt; it in my head. The next is in 6 years. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so to mark the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;destress&lt;/span&gt; after this crazy week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gonna get a haircut. One problem. I was going to cut it short like normal. Something unseen since my last cut in October. Nearly 4 months! And to be honest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; too scared to face the world with short hair again. Of course its a waste just to trim my hair. But I like it long. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;flys&lt;/span&gt; around, can be thrown here and there and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;flys&lt;/span&gt; in the wind! But also its thick, messy, annoying, difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; kinda stuck..my producers have no clue how they like my hair..one says i looked good with short hair last time the another says I look good now so just get a light trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know. I think trim it is. I have squash on Sunday..be a shame if I cant play without flailing hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; worry..in a few hours you`ll see what becomes of my hair. Happy 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of Feb everyone!&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/6232474-5904426264339816055?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/5904426264339816055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=5904426264339816055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5904426264339816055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/5904426264339816055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-this-off-my-mind.html' title='Getting This Off My Mind'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SYyZE5cfFfI/AAAAAAAAA8U/HsNZAuoRpws/s72-c/P1030192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-6850310834677689990</id><published>2009-02-04T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:42:24.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assign-mental Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comm in Workplace. Due Tommorow 10am : 15% done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intercultural Communication. Due Friday 4pm : Still in planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying up the whole night no duh to finish my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, after a night in the city. Its not my fault really though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I dont really know what i'm doing or why i'm doing this..&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/6232474-6850310834677689990?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/6850310834677689990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=6850310834677689990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6850310834677689990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/6850310834677689990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/02/assign-mental-part-1.html' title='Assign-mental Part 1'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-1908812869220646461</id><published>2009-02-01T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:39:13.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh I cant believe the holidays are almost over...only whats left of tonight and tommorow (thank god I study in one of the Federal Territories). Ive got assignments due left and right but nothing is done..argh what ever happened to the plan of getting them done during the break..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In other news I finally downloaded the pics from Ampang into my hard drive..when it`ll be up online is well..another story..heheh..ill even picture blog it! It was that eventful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway as for my weekend I havent really done anything..watched tennis..ate..watched football..watched tv really..which is something I rarely do I guess after the holidays end my tv wont be entertaining me much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And speaking of tv I got called about an audition for some tv show. Dont know any details really..I think its about hosting something...auditions where today at my old office but by the time I got the call it was over already but there's gonna be another one I hear so I shall just be patient. I dont have any real expectations about this though but I shall see how things go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway Liverpool vs Chelsea is on soon so i shall end this here. I plan to have breakfast at Nirwana tomorrow and finally start my Comm in Workplace Assignment! And as a parting gift to you out there, if your feeling really jobless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://danny-cooper.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thats the link to Edwin Low's blog. His blog has got to be one of the most jobless blogs and iq lowering blogs ive ever seen. And ive been on the blogosphere for over 5 years so id be qualified to say this. So if your feeling really jobless or want to commit suicide or just want to feel dumb please go and read it. I must give him credit. He blogs about anything and daily as well. Someone cut off his internet connection and give it to somebody more worthy! Its truly a case of blog/internet abuse..&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/6232474-1908812869220646461?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/1908812869220646461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=1908812869220646461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1908812869220646461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1908812869220646461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-my-weekend.html' title='This Is My Weekend'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-638479407498557914</id><published>2009-01-29T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T02:40:01.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest Scoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive been away from here for nearly 2 weeks..I might not have or will ever give the updates I so emptily promised but at least ill let everyone know that I have not disappeared or been sucked in a black hole..which constitutes in disappearing anyway..ops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back on the 16th I did go to The Shangri-La..Divyesh followed me from behind..and did I eat..I broke my record too! From 7 rounds, to 8 rounds and now 9 rounds this time. When everyone was done I was still on round 5. In fact I was there til 12:30am eating. I woulda left at 2am eating only cause Alia wanted me to pick her up from Changkat cause she wanted to go home. Needless to say, on the way home I felt like stopping my car and puking by the roadside not once but twice. Grace even saw me in my bloated condition. Ask her how immobile I was. Nonetheless, it was nice meeting everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SYCgtRbrJUI/AAAAAAAAA8E/7TA-UrHf7Ms/s1600-h/P1030726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SYCgtRbrJUI/AAAAAAAAA8E/7TA-UrHf7Ms/s320/P1030726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296409861421737282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. Soup+sushi &amp;amp; tempura+bratwurst+beef &amp;amp; chicken steak+rice &amp;amp; cod fish &amp;amp; more+ deesert &amp;amp; cake x4 = AARRGGHH YUM YUM.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SYCgs8KDOTI/AAAAAAAAA78/VF7xJq3b6Ig/s1600-h/P1030727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SYCgs8KDOTI/AAAAAAAAA78/VF7xJq3b6Ig/s320/P1030727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296409855710673202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up. 21 January 09. Worst day of the year so far. Lets see, meeting with 'the boss' gets postponed and to a lousier time, phone screen goes bust, rm260 to fix, atm and my bankcard hardly getting along, now bankrupt, 3 new dents on my car from my fist, nearly throwing a Telawi tantrum. Ugh. Bad bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh night before all that was Jamal's 20th bday at his place. Good food, people, fun again. I also have this thing about going to sleep after a bad day and waking up the next day to a new day and move on from the day before. Quite a day to move on from huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Ahmad &amp;amp; Peggy's Delicious birthday. So surprised them last Friday at Delicious 1 Utama. The pics are a must see when I upload them. Jon Chong wanted a weird laugh at their expense it..it was hillarious. We made Ahmad where this sailormoonish thing and make him put fake expanding boobs on. And as so Peggy they made her man's best friend aka a dog! So funny and dodgy. Did Ahmad mention we cant tag him because his parents have facebook? hahahahahahah . Headed to Williams (finally!) with him, Stephanie and Peggy for drinks later on after Delicious. I had this Mushroom Mascapone earlier. Oh god cheese arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. Next day. Lunch with Alia &amp;amp; co. Where? Delicious Bangsar Village. Oh god. Bankruptcy, yes! At least my choice of cuisine was better. Classic Reuben, a sanwich with cheese and pastrami. As Nick says : "Thats not a thing you offer to share!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, last night I robbed chicken wings &amp;amp; pasta from Jon's house and played cards with Michelle &amp;amp; Victor. Generally though, my life has been really boring...sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as for later we Adp people are going to Sheryl's house in Taman Kosas..which is really far inside Ampang..its like a maze that area..like the maze you see in the Cheras housing area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, we all are taking the Lrt there. She`ll pick us up from Star Lrt Ampang..how we can fit in her car is a good story..even better is who will trust her driving..I didnt even know she has a license! Its so chaotic that we are so called gonna meet at Masjid Jamek and take the train together and so on..Now for me depends when Kenneth wakes up...cause hes following me cause hes lost if doesnt follow anyone...the rest? One wants to walk to Ampang Lrt from Klcc??? Another is clueless where Masjid Jamek is! Another has decided to ditch his car..another has business beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall end this here. Very messy and wordy, this post is but if thats the only way to get myself to churn out updates..then well...And umm pray that tommorow gets interesting aka we get lost (but not too lost or something) or something fun happens. Cheers!&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/6232474-638479407498557914?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/638479407498557914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=638479407498557914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/638479407498557914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/638479407498557914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/01/latest-scoop.html' title='The Latest Scoop'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SYCgtRbrJUI/AAAAAAAAA8E/7TA-UrHf7Ms/s72-c/P1030726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-4632436116845667824</id><published>2009-01-16T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:45:38.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Days Through The Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been a mixed week.. from long breaks to boring classes, card games, subjects headaches and thinking of the future, it certainly hasnt been the most boring of ones either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Le's birthday was the other day and we celebrated at Tgi Fridays, The Curve, which I will specially post about soon, and it was easily the most uncivilised birthday ive ever seen..and there wasnt even any booze..imagine if booze was involved...good god is all I will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that havent been up to much, Nirwana here and there with Jon or Grace or both of em, was out with Dee May the other day and tried to con her into leaving her guitar with me while she goes overseas, played around with Jie Yao's x3 live (I think) Pod, attended the Vienesse New Year concert at the Philharmonik..nothing much else really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would say more but im a little tired so thinking is out of the picture plus im off to the Shangri-La soon for another one of Zainul's fmaily functions..suit, empty stomach and camera? Check. Friday night downtown KL traffic here I come!&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/6232474-4632436116845667824?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/4632436116845667824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=4632436116845667824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4632436116845667824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/4632436116845667824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/01/16-days-through-year.html' title='16 Days Through The Year'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-2609097417352057072</id><published>2009-01-13T02:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:57:18.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Ive Been Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive been thinking of the somewhat immediate future and the only thing ive gained is a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ill just save the headache for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I already have 5 different subjects, assignments, whether to run for president or vice-president for Adp student council, events to run regardless of what, a backache, a sinus problem and a certain someone, to think about for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class at 10am later. Goodnight.&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/6232474-2609097417352057072?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/2609097417352057072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=2609097417352057072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2609097417352057072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/2609097417352057072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-ive-been-thinking.html' title='So Ive Been Thinking'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-9099873786587076098</id><published>2009-01-08T03:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T03:19:10.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, I Forgot About The Bandwidth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's some problem with my new template regarding the photo hosting bandwidth being exceeded..Which is really stupid of me because I should have copied all the images and had it rehosted by my own hosts. And now I think I cant fix that now cause the original source bandwidth has been exhausted. Being someone whos played around with templates for the past 5 years, I should know better than this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, its back to the old template and to be honest, I never really liked the new one much. It was nice for a short while but thats really it..I hated the restricted freedom of it. And now im starting to appreciate this template again and remember why I spent countless hours to make it work here. Maybe ill put it back up using my own images one day. Perhaps its time to use some other templates I have that are nice but also something that wont be long term but just something different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, this template is to stay. Dont expect the old one to reappear anytime soon. Unless your really adamant about it, that is..&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/6232474-9099873786587076098?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/9099873786587076098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=9099873786587076098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/9099873786587076098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/9099873786587076098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/01/honey-i-forgot-about-bandwidth.html' title='Honey, I Forgot About The Bandwidth'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-1528292988337836560</id><published>2009-01-08T02:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T02:46:00.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless Education Learning Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Based on the above, you can tell what this is about. Any suggestions for even better names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I register and pay for my subjects, ill confirm my times but so far as far as im concerned as well as barring any late changes, I should be taking the following :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intercultural Communication (even if it clashes with Info Tech)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Communication In Workplace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Public Relations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Advertising Copywriting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Infotech&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;But seriously Help is getting more and more fucked up...Social Research Methods which is a year 2 core subject and previously had no prerequisites, something even claimed on  Adphelp.net, now needs a humanity like Sociology or Anthropology to be taken before that can be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously what the fuck is this. Previous year people didnt have this problem so why the fuck do they have to change it in the first place? As it is I already am taking 5 subjects this semester and I can't fit in a 6th which is sheer madness and I cant drop any of the above because they are cores or important electives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wouldnt be a problem is they actually offered those subjects more often! I mean what the fuck man. Intro to Media Writing, Public Relations &amp;amp; Intro to Marketing Communication are obviously the real cores of each of the 3 different degrees offered ; Media Studies, Public Relations &amp;amp; Marketing Communication yet for some stupid reason they are only offered ONCE A YEAR. If someone comes in the at wrong time then they will have to take other subjects they do not need to take while waiting to take that subject because it is a pre req to many other subjects. And they waste even more time having to actually take that pre req then pass it then only can they take more core subjects. What the fuck right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand to an extent not offering them during the short summer (May-July) semester but at least offer them during the two long semesters in January and December. And because its once a year there are so many people in the classes, the classrooms arent even big enough for everyone. And this is after the Adp and Bcomm students are split into separate groups. And because its offered once a year it clashes with other subjects as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now if I dont take Social Research Methods it might be a problem if I want to transfer overseas if the uni of my choice requires it to be taken and no doubt if thats the case id have to stay back an extra semester to finish it off because it wont be offered again until another 1 year. Seriously core subjects should be offered at least twice a year. Maybe then it would also overcome the overcrowding problem in classes. Or at least open both groups to everyone. Everyone understands if group projects can only have people of the same course inside. Thats whats been going on for ages. Whats the difference? Lecturer's are the same, the pace of learning should be the same. And also it amazes me that some unpopular subjects have so many groupings yet hardly any students. Why not just get rid of those bare groupings? Clears up schedule and class place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if I dont go overseas that means I gotta change the subjects I plan to take in the upcoming semesters. And knowing Help and its clashing classes, my original plans would proly be thwarted even without this problem. And if still need to take it, I have no fucking clue how I am going to fit it in my subject list in a few semesters time. And another thing. Some subjects which are cores but also not the more major ones are quite popular. So why offer it once a year? Surely that fucking money sucking Help would know that if they offered if more often more people would consider taking it and then they'd make more money. Even at that they cant figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I believe correctly results were suppose to be out on January the 2nd, a Friday. Ok fine if not, Monday the 5th, which is the day the new semester starts right. Perfect? No, it gets postponed to later today, the 8th. What time? Could be in an hour, 12pm or even 11:59pm. Apparently people cant register cause they dont know if theyve passed prereq subjects. At least registration can be done until next week or else that would incredibly screwed up. Luckily for me, my results last sem wont stop be from taking any new subjects regardless if I fail or not. It would keep me back longer. Thats all and plus it would be my fault if that happened. But I do feel for people like my friends who did subjects like Intro to Mass Comm which is the doorway to everything literally. I also feel for people like Dee May and so on who plan to transfer elsewhere but cant due to delayed results which might affect their plans. Im glad im not fully dependant on results being out so fast or else id really have thrown a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dont get me started on why there is almost no point in having a short semester and why cant they have 3 even length semesters. There's so little subjects offered theres literally no point. And if so, why not standardise what is offered each semester instead of having say media theories in Summer one year but Spring the next year and so on. Pfftt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make things even more fine and dandy, the Psych Dept has now moved to Wisma help so at Kpd E Level 3 there are new offices where the Psych Dept once was. You can register for subjects there..if your a motherfucking asshole A Levels person. Fine. But cant they have just one measly line or computer for Adp/Bcomm? I understand having only place, the Bursary at Mainblock to pay but just to register for subjects? Why should Help be worried? There's no serious money being involved in registering that they might lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ive said this a million times but why the fuck are the A Levels people at Block E and Adp/Bcomm people going to Wisma Help? Psych might have moved there but the fact is there is room for the A Levels people still..after all Adp people go to Wisma and so on so why cant everyone stay where they are? They wouldnt have to walk so much, not waste time getting to classes and arriving late as well as seeing faces they dont want to see. I swear yesterday these 2 A Levels guys were giving me some dirty looks which I would have gladly cleaned off their faces if they had asked for 'my help'. And alright fine let them come to Block E but why the hell do they need both level 1 and 2? Didnt they do some renovations to add even more classrooms on level 2? Shove them all there! And besides on Level 4 Ae1 is big enough for all of them damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Level 4, when in the world in the computer lab going to open? There's no internet or computers, unless you have both of your own at block E and the nearest is Wisma. And the day a place to photocopy at Block E might just be the day I get an A for high school math. But at least to me, these are small issues. Just since im here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between this all this and the headache im having about whether I want to go overseas just now, something fueled by what we were talking about in college earlier..we were talking about going overseas and where everyone is applying and what theyve done or are about to or is finding out what to do. While I knew what was going on, the fact I havent done because I cant figure out my future is also making me pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for today I didnt have class but dropped by for Clubs and Socs day which was literally nothing. All the usual suspects signed up for student council which is nice. I am unsure if I will run for presidency but ill proly leave it to Tinesh and settle for a Vp spot. Been having printer problems so I went to Pj but couldnt get anything done yet. Then dropped my printer back home before picking up Grace from college and heading for roti at Nirwana and minor grocery shopping at Village Grocer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got gas too which reminds me I spent like rm550 getting some tyre problems fixed. The drivers tyre was weak on the side proly due to wear of going through potholes, bumps and hitting curbs and other objects. The thread was still fine but it had to be changed. So of course the other front side should be changed to maintain proper tyre balance. So 2 new tyres. Then one rear tyre there's a tear on the side. Not urgent but it does leave it exposed and might worsen over time. My spare tyre is the same as a normal tyre and not the temporary type so that is my new rear tyre and the replaced tyre is the now the spare tyre. So along with those tyre changes, tyres obviously got realigned..something which was needed even if no tyres were changed..which explains so bits about my cars handling lately. At least this means tyres should give any real worries, wear and tear wise for 2 years? Battery was replaced a few weeks ago as well so that should last over 2 years as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough with the rambling. Feels good to let it out even though its not going to help. If I, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr-Go-Through-College-Without-Caring-Much&lt;/span&gt;, feels this way, I cant imagine how others who care even 10% more than me feel, yet alone those 100% dedicated. I really cant recall the last time I swore this much. Its now nearly 3am, I am fucking tired and I have class at 8am. Wake up time? 7am. So goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing. Happy Birthday to my Adp aunties Qing Han &amp;amp; Shannon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 20th Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to my lovely 'ex-boss' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abbie&lt;/span&gt;! Turning 20 aint so bad, even if its a girl thing sweetheart..We're finally the same age..! For 7 weeks only though..Anyway I miss you..Hopefully this year we`ll see each other more :)&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/6232474-1528292988337836560?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/1528292988337836560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=1528292988337836560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1528292988337836560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/1528292988337836560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/01/hopeless-education-learning-place.html' title='Hopeless Education Learning Place'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-7637346449865514641</id><published>2009-01-06T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T02:05:15.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Lose Your Mind If You Never Had One..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeing how bad the schedule this semester is and how bad my grades are..you'd think taking 4 subjects is the right thing to do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna take 5 subjects! Hahahahah and no I am not high on caffeine..unless my mint tea's caffeine content has quadrupled since I last sipped it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last I checked 2 large mugs of mint tea, a bit of coke and teh o ais doesnt come near to what makes me on coffee high so im thinking straight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I typed the above an hour ago..and now an hour later my brains are coming to its senses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall stop now before I talk myself outta this! After all you cant lose your mind if you never had one!&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/6232474-7637346449865514641?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/7637346449865514641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=7637346449865514641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7637346449865514641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/7637346449865514641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-lose-your-mind-if-you-never-had.html' title='Can&apos;t Lose Your Mind If You Never Had One..'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-3089495256921796559</id><published>2009-01-05T05:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:14:52.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneeze Sneeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its now around 4:30 in the morning and here I am...sneezing away because my sinus has popped up at the wrong time. Yes thats right ive inherited the sinus problem from my mom's side of the family, something unimaginable to me during the last 20 years. Have I mentioned this issue before? I dont remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I still have alot to blog about.. New Years Eve, post Nye, some old issues in 2008. Just that I thought I should post something before I do that just to get myself back in the habit. Its been about 4 or 5 days since I last posted and it seems like ages since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway my holidays have pretty much ended and I feel ive accomplished nothing really. Most of the things I wanted to do, not done. Ive given up on shopping cause im too picky. But you cant blame me, the stuff ive seen is really awful. Even new stuff which is suppose to be nice and also sporting a hefty price tag has failed to move me or my heart jump a beat. I shall wait til March because I think apart from the middle of last year, is when I did some decent shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just got back from Jon Ti's house where he had a bbq. Was there with Jon C, Joe &amp;amp; Xing. Me and Xing were talking alot about our Cempaka days. We had quite a bit to share even though hes a year older and we were never in Cempaka at the same time. Since todays now the 5th of January, its exactly the 5th Anniversary of my first day in Cempaka! How ive come a long way since..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new semester is about to start. Ill mention the subjects which im going to take only cause I havent fully determined what ill take. Whatever it is, im just happy to be back. Finally something to do and somewhere to go and people to disturb and what not cause sitting at home is not fun, even if ive been out alot recently. And the best part : chor dai dee everyday again! Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my nose is finally feeling better! I concluded maybe it was cause I paused this blog post to hammer away my guitar cause I dont remember sneezing when I was playing. Then I sneezed so that wasnt the case. But whatever it is its stopped so perhaps I shall sleep now. New semester here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh its my first post of 2009! :)&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/6232474-3089495256921796559?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/3089495256921796559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=3089495256921796559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/3089495256921796559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/3089495256921796559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2009/01/sneeze-sneeze.html' title='Sneeze Sneeze'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-66661991662967340</id><published>2008-12-31T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:50:04.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008? No 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And its now the end of 2008. Last thoughts and posts of it later, but for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Enjoy the night, party hard&lt;/span&gt; and smile wide. Responsibily of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be found at One Utama or somewhere in Bangsar. Availability? All night baby! Call me ;)&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/6232474-66661991662967340?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/66661991662967340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=66661991662967340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/66661991662967340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/66661991662967340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-no-2009.html' title='2008? No 2009!'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-926007266324188201</id><published>2008-12-31T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:44:57.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 6 5 / 3 6 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And heres how my final 2 days of the year have been :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday started pretty early by my holiday mode standards..got up at 9am...went to college at 10am for the new Adp &amp;amp; Bcomm intake orientation. 7th one ive done I think but first for Adp. Brought the new kids to around Mainblock, Wisma Help &amp;amp; Kpd E. Not alot attended though but my old friend Taufiq is there so this should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it more fun the sluts all came..some for useful purposes..the rest? Useless as ever...Useful includes me, Sathya, Patricia, Bona, Tinesh (not sure about this one!), Jiuh Hwei, Qila &amp;amp; Elaine..who was checking out Korean guys...Useless? Shiv, Nash, Kenneth..tsk tsk. We just stoned around, did the tour, hear Jiu Hwei's lame jokes, mope over the fact no one brought cards, make useless paper airplanes and throw stuff at eachother, see Tinesh's pimped up Viva &amp;amp; watch Nash drive his Mini Cooper like a slut..heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home at 2pm..went out again..run errands..go get lunch and came home and slept from 5pm-6pm. 1 hour naps feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had dinner and went out at night. Dropped by Bsc for a while..then dropped by Julian's house, played cards and talked, something we hadnt done in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later on at around 1am or so I went to Banana Leaf in Centerpoint to say bye bye to Michelle. Her flight was this afternoon and she's off to San Diego. I really dont know her all that well but she's someone im gonna miss alot though. I got to know her through Prom cause she was in the committee too and the financial stuff ran through her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how much I was involved in Prom, she left quite an impact on me. On the day before with my list of over 40 things to do and not knowing where to start, she appeared and along with Sathya we got down to work and I was on track. Later on that night she unexpectedly came to my side when we went to Abbi's place for that sponsorship dinner appointment where I was originally left all alone on our side. I wont forget that and how she said she will come even when I said I can handle it. And when she sent me home that night we talked and I swear we could have talked forever. That was my highlight of the day. The time I could relax and forget every single worry I had, which were too many for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with her, we got prom to be so wonderfully successful but sadly I dont have a pic with just me and her and neither did she come for the afterparty..And since then we hadnt seen eachother (its been nearly 2 months). And when we did we were all "wow you look different!" cause my hair is now longer and hers shorter. And so we said bye bye's and I said hopefully if I go to the Usa next year ill drop by Cali and visit her. I am going to miss her, her trademark pout and just her general Michelle-ness. Its people like her that leave such a mark on you that you dont realise how significant it is til your forced to. Sigh. Got home later on and just slept pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up today at 10am and along with my dad after breakfast we went errand running. Then I headed out with Jon to Bangsar, got his phone bill paid and just walked around, looked at shops and thats it. Sent him home, tried to get a nap unsuccessfully and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this concludes my last hours of 2008. All those blog postings which I havent done, I shall complete it by the end of the week cause unlike the past I dont want to leave my years hanging. One more post coming though. Cheers.&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/6232474-926007266324188201?l=avenuekent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/feeds/926007266324188201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6232474&amp;postID=926007266324188201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/926007266324188201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232474/posts/default/926007266324188201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenuekent.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-6-5-3-6-6.html' title='3 6 5 / 3 6 6'/><author><name>Riz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07332716354209928068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OP4LLcjwkS0/SEwgH6zNSGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TGMURVQBXy0/S220/P1010160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232474.post-5123172607415541955</id><published>2008-12-30T05:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:34:01.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bits Of 2008'/><title type='text'>Bits Of 2008..Bit #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well since 2008 is about to end, I shall quickly run through the things I never really blogged about but is significant enough to warrant some sort of mention. This will be part one which should take place earlier in the year. Likely just January for now cause there's quite a bit.&lt;br /&g
