<?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-20152308</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:50:03.780-08:00</updated><category term='bastards'/><category term='Chelsea'/><category term='Lampard'/><category term='three dog'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='The University of Melbourne'/><category term='Champions League'/><category term='Drogba'/><category term='stupid people around. Stray dogs'/><category term='fucked up people'/><category term='dog that looks like you.'/><category term='Geremi'/><category term='Visit Malaysia 2007'/><category term='Liverfool'/><category term='dumb ass'/><category term='Stupid dumbass steven gerrard'/><category term='idiots.'/><category term='football'/><category term='dog'/><category term='very nasty dog'/><category term='motherfuckers.'/><title type='text'>三陽宗親會</title><subtitle type='html'>-爱情是双刃剑，爱的尽头是恨，恨皆由于爱-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-808069468428960335</id><published>2008-01-06T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:03:40.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Melbourne</title><content type='html'>Melbourne airport is as gay as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last glance on Melbourne gayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be back one day. Wait for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-808069468428960335?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/808069468428960335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=808069468428960335&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/808069468428960335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/808069468428960335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2008/01/gay-melbourne.html' title='Gay Melbourne'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-7978869458927771579</id><published>2007-12-27T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T07:24:09.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undilah Barisan Nasional!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When we have a question, he keeps an 'elegant silence'.&lt;br /&gt;When we ask him for help, he snoozes away in dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;When we reach out for help in the streets, he soaks us in chemicals and blasts tear gas in our faces.&lt;br /&gt;When we defend free speech, he jails us and beats us up.&lt;br /&gt;When we fight for democracy and justice, he uses the ISA on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Undilah Barisan Nasional! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-7978869458927771579?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7978869458927771579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=7978869458927771579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/7978869458927771579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/7978869458927771579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/12/undilah-barisan-nasional.html' title='Undilah Barisan Nasional!'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-4967940267132632017</id><published>2007-12-26T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T03:20:18.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, some idiotS are just trying too hard to be serious, talk like a man, act like one hell of smart ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, you failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you and your post burn in hell eternally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your post dumbfucked me for quite sometime and now, its time for me to fucking stand up and laugh at you. Bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-4967940267132632017?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4967940267132632017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=4967940267132632017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/4967940267132632017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/4967940267132632017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/12/unfortunately-some-idiots-are-just.html' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-2263287519216996241</id><published>2007-12-20T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T06:32:39.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>Student Number: 2xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;Name: Mr xxxx Jerome xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amendment to your assessment results has recently been processed.&lt;br /&gt;Details of the amended result appear below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year: 2007&lt;br /&gt;Semester: 2&lt;br /&gt;Subject Code: 325306&lt;br /&gt;Subject Name: Services and Relationship Marketing&lt;br /&gt;Result: 82%, H1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your results are available on the SIS (http://sis.unimelb.edu.au/) and&lt;br /&gt;the Student InfoLine (03 9349 4731).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any queries relating to your assessment, you should&lt;br /&gt;contact the appropriate teaching department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;SWEET~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-2263287519216996241?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2263287519216996241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=2263287519216996241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/2263287519216996241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/2263287519216996241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/12/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-927718036451130806</id><published>2007-11-20T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:31:54.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah babeh</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah babeh. Hope to love you even more if i ever got the chance in the future. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 paper to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;count down 3 more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-927718036451130806?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/927718036451130806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=927718036451130806&amp;isPopup=true' title='350 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/927718036451130806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/927718036451130806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/11/yeah-babeh.html' title='yeah babeh'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>350</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-8380170477785208509</id><published>2007-11-12T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:51:45.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay law</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah babeh, exam starts in 2 hours time. Gonna fuckin' kill the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What subject is that? Gay law. Its all about how to impose tax on gay in Australia. You impose 46.5% tax maximum on normal Austalian citizen but 92% on gay. Lesbian would be tax free. So u'll see shitloads of lesbian in Australia, including your lecturer and your mother. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah babeh, how do i prepare myself for this exam? For the past 24 hours i had a great time with my msn and FM, and sleep for fuckin' 10 hours huahahaha. This is to ensure that i gonna fuckin' fail this gay subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's FBT?  Fuck-Buddy Tax. Whenever you fuck your friend, you are liable to pay him/her some franking credit because he/she have to pay the tax. This is to avoid double taxing. Again, if you are lesbian, disregard this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGT? CrAzY Gay Tax! If you are hardcore gay sex people, besides subjected to 92% tax, you also liable for this tax. It is not a seperate form of tax so it has to be included into your accessible income. CGT event A1 (Anal 1) applied. [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s118-wtf(69)&lt;/span&gt;]. Tax avoidance would be beaten till death and their d*c* would be cut off and fed to the dog along Lygon Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used condom are Collectable under special rules [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s108-10(2)&lt;/span&gt;]. Any shits you made from using this (including you pregnent if the condom burst, GG) is disregard, if it contain less than 15cc of..urm...u know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're deemed Australian Gay if you parents produce you here. Every damn thing you earn, you do should be taxed in Australia. Don't try to f**k in foreign country such as Bali Island thinking its tax free. Nono, you still subjected to tax according to Australian gay tax ruling TR666-69.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah babeh, Vibrator and lubricant is necessities for gay and lesbian to make a living. So it is GST free. This is the only thing a gay is free from GST. Other extra stuff such as food and clothing are subjected to 30% GST and it is not refundable. It is because gay and lesbian doesn't need food. They only need f****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok 1 and half hour gone edi for typing this shits. I better get going to exam hall now. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-8380170477785208509?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8380170477785208509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=8380170477785208509&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/8380170477785208509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/8380170477785208509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/11/gay-law.html' title='Gay law'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-4202304335942523193</id><published>2007-11-07T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T07:58:36.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monash?!</title><content type='html'>Friend : I wanna go Monash when i come Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Monash so many campus, which 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : Clayton and Caulfield lor. You know how to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ooh I know I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : Can bring us there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sorry but unwilling to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Cause step into Monash would dirty my shoe. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : .................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm mean. But this is the consequences if you as an Unimelb student to bring you to Monash LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-4202304335942523193?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4202304335942523193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=4202304335942523193&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/4202304335942523193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/4202304335942523193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/11/monash.html' title='Monash?!'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-6765821491751974566</id><published>2007-11-03T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:05:30.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly fat monster</title><content type='html'>Just finish pondering in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a bunch of fat ugly monster gather together, we call that a disaster. Especially with excessive make up. *Puke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking exam start 10 days later. Study progress is just as half as efficient as those makeup ingredients on those fat monster's face. To get honours, better work hard. At least double as hard as the amount of make up in those fat monster's face i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of gay is coming at 24 November and parents is coming at 12 December for my graduation. But WTF its only for 8 days (they're going back at 20 Dec). omg omg. Wasting flight ticket, wasting $. T_T I started to miss my parents, my Pearl, my CRV, my my,...actually can't think of anything that i miss in KL besides that :P so...What's the point of going back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up and suddenly realize Melbourne weather is as gay as what we expect. Fuck, can stop raining? I tend to think alot when raining. Suddenly, i think about continue my drum course, i wanna advance to Grade 8 if i can. but exam fees is aroung RM1000++ T_T. Better think of how to open mouh from dad i guess XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok freaking stop mumbling now. Bath, eat and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxhill here i come with LemonParty gang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-6765821491751974566?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6765821491751974566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=6765821491751974566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/6765821491751974566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/6765821491751974566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/11/ugly-fat-monster.html' title='Ugly fat monster'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-9062107054535512172</id><published>2007-11-03T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T08:58:35.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freaking two all</title><content type='html'>Freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-2 is the scoreline i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great money, nice timing, Absolute satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue is the colour, Once blue, forever blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't look back, we're catching up sucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-9062107054535512172?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/9062107054535512172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=9062107054535512172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/9062107054535512172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/9062107054535512172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/11/freaking-two-all.html' title='freaking two all'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-5864182558622035581</id><published>2007-10-22T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:42:01.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked up people</title><content type='html'>Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just need to get some extensive education at home before come into the uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't they just fuckin' shut up inside the computer lab. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the exaggerated bang on the keyboard? I can type equally as fast as you ok? Oh wait, maybe faster. But i don't come out with a single sound when my finger touches the keyboard. Stupid idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the fuck are you doing. Rushing assignments? As if.&lt;br /&gt;Do you type in such an exaggerated way when typing words to people's wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the yelling at the back? I should half as loud as you even when i'm orgasm. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up bitch. You deserved to live in hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-5864182558622035581?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5864182558622035581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=5864182558622035581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/5864182558622035581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/5864182558622035581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/10/fucked-up-people.html' title='Fucked up people'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-7762428086819912702</id><published>2007-10-22T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T05:42:25.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne weather</title><content type='html'>Melbourne weather is gettin' more and more freaking gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I wear jacket out and its so fuckin' hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine, today i wear a T-shirt out and its so fuckin' cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll get pwn soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-7762428086819912702?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7762428086819912702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=7762428086819912702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/7762428086819912702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/7762428086819912702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/10/melbourne-weather.html' title='Melbourne weather'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-8992450758823064646</id><published>2007-09-09T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:54:05.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is the purpose for you doing that?&lt;br /&gt;What response you expect from me?!&lt;br /&gt;Do you think i will feel very happy??!&lt;br /&gt;Is it very fun to do that??&lt;br /&gt;Had you ever cared about my feelings?&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, you put me in great depression and frustration again......&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to appear again?&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to stand up again you know.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you wanna make me fall again. why...?&lt;br /&gt;What can i do now......&lt;br /&gt;why..?&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to know this, at this point of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need concentration, i need strength to go on my life. why?&lt;br /&gt;I've tried hard to get rid of you already. why do you bring it back to me...? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Is it very funny to do that?&lt;br /&gt;What else can i do....?&lt;br /&gt;Please lend me a shoulder...someone..please.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-8992450758823064646?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8992450758823064646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=8992450758823064646&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/8992450758823064646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/8992450758823064646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-is-purpose-for-you-doing-that-what.html' title=''/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-8123206731088203894</id><published>2007-07-30T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T06:25:09.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be sporting ok?</title><content type='html'>What's the point of playing the Dare game when everybody just,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Refuse to comply with the Dare when his/her number being call upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)The guys trying to be the "Hero" by swaping cards with the girls and replace her for certain dare. Guys, the more you doing this, the more GAY action we gonna have ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just serve no purpuse ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, if you can't take it, DON'T PLAY. Nobody gonna say that you're a pussy when you admit it right before the game. Don't spoil the game by wasting our time as if we're asking you to stuff a Vodka Cruiser bottle into your anus or asked you to moan like a heyna, Do it and move on. What's with the hostility and inpolite confrontation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, it just a game. If you decided to play it, be more sporting ok? Not like you're playing it for the first time, u know our style, you know our limit, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the man of principle? Principle my ass. C'mon, be fair. You enjoying seeing people being poke fun and torture, then you shouldn't be afraid to be the same, when you number are called. You cheer and shout the loudest when someone's number being called, but you act like a pussy or tough guy being hostile, this simply not the way alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the end, what's the purpose of playing it? It would never be fair. Are we going to have next round? Definitely. The same thing gonna happen again and again. Sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-8123206731088203894?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8123206731088203894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=8123206731088203894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/8123206731088203894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/8123206731088203894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/07/be-sporting-ok.html' title='Be sporting ok?'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-5208922983765752802</id><published>2007-07-24T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T05:17:46.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very quick update (cause i ran out of title XD)</title><content type='html'>I think i seriously owe myself a favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fuckin' need to get more sleep before my flu getting more and more serious. On first day uni itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's two more weeks to go, for the CMG production "Tails", on August 9th, 10th and 11st. Rehersal and ticket selling are on. Sets are 95% done, means there's １ more weeks to suffer on XD and i'm off to backstage. Heap praise for the entire production Group. Will post up the detail and poster once i've obtained it. To people in Melbourne, come support me ok? buy a ticket from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, no difference at all, whether uni starts or i'm still on holiday. Cause, obviously holiday will be holiday, while during the sem, i'm always on holiday mode. Always.... Schooling mode had gone far long ago since i graduate from sec school. No uniform, no rules, no obligations, no irritating dicipline teachers.....*shugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'll have to made a decision at the end of the day, well i think i'll start to have a more regular update on my another chinese blog, rather than here. For those who can't understand chinese, sorry but i just can't please everyone. Nah that doesn't mean i'm gonna abandone this, it just means less update. Will try my best ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall trying hard to involved both in the production and my studies. I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-5208922983765752802?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5208922983765752802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=5208922983765752802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/5208922983765752802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/5208922983765752802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-quick-update-cause-i-ran-out-of.html' title='A very quick update (cause i ran out of title XD)'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-1585614212405920883</id><published>2007-07-09T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T04:23:03.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to action!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the super lack of update, ya i know its long, about 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no i didn't close down the blog, it just..you know, it just getting very very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy with preparing exams, exam period, mom and aunt visits to Melbourne, camp, society stuff etc etc etc. There's alot, really alot stuff to do this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so what, the semester is finally over and i've got my exam result already too! And yeap, my mom and aunt just went back to Malaysia. Finally there's time for me to rest and do something i like. Something that i wanted to do desperately, which is SLEEP. Its been a long long time that i didn't sleep for more than 8 hours and half of the holiday has gone so i shall make full use of the remaining half then XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more soon. I promise, really really very soon. Not two months :P don't worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-1585614212405920883?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1585614212405920883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=1585614212405920883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/1585614212405920883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/1585614212405920883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-to-action.html' title='Back to action!'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-6443706589136846145</id><published>2007-05-21T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T05:25:12.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The University of Melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visit Malaysia 2007'/><title type='text'>Opening ceremony of Library Party, first term 2007</title><content type='html'>Greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honoured to annouce that today is the opening ceremony and the very first day of the 2007 sem 1's Library Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In line with the Visit Malaysia 2007 campaign, please allow me to deliver my speech in Bahasa Melayu, our 'proud' national language used by the 'useful'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempena Kempen 'Visit Malaysia 2007', aku amat bangga dijemput oleh pengatur cara untuk menluahkan &lt;s&gt; isi hati ku &lt;/s&gt; sepatah dua kata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Firstly&lt;/s&gt; Pertama, untuk melahirkan anak anak bangsa Malaysia yang currently melanjutkan pelajaran di The University of Melbourne, the universiti dan kerajaan Malaysia telah berkerjasama untuk mangadakan Library Party ini, as usual, just like last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami amat bannga kerana this is the 3rd season untuk pihak universiti dan kerajaan berkerjasaa. In conjunction dengan Visit Malaysia 2007 kempen, Library Party bagi term ini merupakan Party yang paling besar di Melbourne&lt;s&gt;, the world most livable city&lt;/s&gt;. Ini kerana kami telah sukses mendapat ramai &lt;s&gt;sponsor&lt;/s&gt; penaja bagi parti ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, waktu &lt;s&gt;berniaga&lt;/s&gt; operasi bagi perpustakaan universiti akan dilanjutkan sehingga pukul 3 pagi. Pihak perpustakaan akan menyediakan donut krispy kreme untuk setiap pelajar universiti yang datang pada pukul 10 malam, while stock last. Pelajar diingati bahawa kerana Melbourne sekarang kekurangan air, kopi and teh tidak akan dijamu seperti tahun lalu. Ribuan maaf ditujukan kepada whoever it may concern. However, pelajar-pelajar dijemput untuk BYO but hanya terhad kepada wine. No other alcohol is allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Last but not least&lt;/s&gt; Akhirnya, aku ingin menguna peluang ini untuk mengucapkan ribuan terima kasih kepada management team of The University of Melbourne, pihak perpustakaan, pelajar-pelajar yang participate, ibu-bapa pelajar yang bayar &lt;s&gt;extra $AUD 4000 than other university&lt;/s&gt; untuk anaknya melanjutkan studies dan pihak-pihak lain yang berkenaan yang telah menjayakan Library Party ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of management team of Visit Malaysia 2007, i would like to take the chance to promote our country - Malaysia. Malaysia adalah satu negara yang amat cantik dengan sampah dibuang merata-rata tempat especially below the signboard that states that "dilarang buang sampah&lt;s&gt; &lt;/s&gt; dan &lt;s&gt; having the highest crime rate in the region &lt;/s&gt; aman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, our country are also one of the country that having the cheapest taxi rate in the region, even after the taxi driver rip you off by charging you double, refuse to use the metre. We are still the one of the cheapest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, Terima Kasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-6443706589136846145?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6443706589136846145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=6443706589136846145&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/6443706589136846145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/6443706589136846145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/05/opening-ceremony-of-library-party-first.html' title='Opening ceremony of Library Party, first term 2007'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-6358107618892072793</id><published>2007-05-10T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T06:47:22.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple Ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TNS, the cold weather is driving me crazy. No, crazier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this not suppose to come out from someone that had already lived in Melbourne for a year. Just can't help it. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the sky starts to turn dark around 5pm. 4pm during winter i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that still open after 7pm is restaurant, Safeway, &lt;a href="http://www.manhattanterrace.com.au"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.clubx.com.au/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.tab.com.au"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date of mom coming yet to set. Air ticket to Sydney yet to book. 2 more assignment yet to start. &lt;s&gt;Girls that yet to screw.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leeds United relegated to League One. Omfg. What the hell man. The feeling got worst when Chelsea fucking draw with Arseanal and let the Man-fking-Utd grab an early title. The case is worsen when Chelsea draw with them. What a MOFO. Seriously ask me for a Man Utd fans with brain and i'll give you Ferguson with vagina. Damnit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062928008565353586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RkMiMwHp7HI/AAAAAAAAADM/e1FI7EcvM_k/s400/%E5%BD%B1%E5%83%8F027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me. I don't know WTF is the either. Found in one Asian grocery near Russle st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-6358107618892072793?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6358107618892072793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=6358107618892072793&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/6358107618892072793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/6358107618892072793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/05/multiple-ranting.html' title='Multiple Ranting'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RkMiMwHp7HI/AAAAAAAAADM/e1FI7EcvM_k/s72-c/%E5%BD%B1%E5%83%8F027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-2488534262460332402</id><published>2007-05-01T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:02:38.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geremi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chelsea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Champions League'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid dumbass steven gerrard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drogba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liverfool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lampard'/><title type='text'>What the fuck is wrong with Chelsea?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/Rje3tAHp7FI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AccawsPg2p8/s1600-h/lamps.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059714690128145490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/Rje3tAHp7FI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AccawsPg2p8/s400/lamps.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                  Lamps "Nabeh knnbccb, lu semua boleh shoot accurate sikit tak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMFG, why the same thing happened again and again?! WHY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why aren't lady luck by Chelsea's side everytime when there's penalty shootout? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY? WHY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, expected actually..when Chelsea can't get their job done on 90 minutes, Chelsea never have luck in penalty shootout, what a jinx. WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've go this far, just fuckin' 6 metre more would bring you to Athens! WTF. Seriously WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why don't you use the fuckin' SWP instead of letting Kalou play for the full 90 minutes? I know Kalou is doing a great job lately but WHY? Can't you realize its fate that Sheva is injurded and not much attacking choice left? Can't you realize that your two premiership titles earned by playing 4-3-3? Why can't you play two winger with a lone striker? Its your strongest formation you know?! WTF, seriously WTF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting in front TV early in the morning seeing Chelsea being heavilly anal by Liverfool is a pain!! Great pain!! Seriously i feel like crying. WTF WTF WTF. And WTF you allow Robben to take the first shootout?! Where the hell is Lampard?! Where the hell is Terry? OMG seriously fucking N00b @#%^$&amp;%^&amp;amp;*!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, how much complaining can i make now to change the fact? Fuck better luck next season i guess. CONCENTRATE ON THE MOTHERFUCKING FA CUP NOW OR ELSE SATAN GONNA ANAL YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF NIGHT MOURINHO. Trophy! We need more trophy!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059713616386321474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/Rje2ugHp7EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7qEYJOXAJp4/s400/lampsfulhamcele184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                    Lamps, better luck next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-2488534262460332402?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2488534262460332402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=2488534262460332402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/2488534262460332402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/2488534262460332402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-fuck-is-wrong-with-chelsea.html' title='What the fuck is wrong with Chelsea?!'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/Rje3tAHp7FI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AccawsPg2p8/s72-c/lamps.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-1884896569681796180</id><published>2007-05-01T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T05:27:35.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherfuckers.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bastards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots.'/><title type='text'>dumbass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RjcxxgHp7DI/AAAAAAAAACs/w8k6Wd3IESw/s1600-h/cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059567432879434802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RjcxxgHp7DI/AAAAAAAAACs/w8k6Wd3IESw/s400/cm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came across this dumbass photo on the net. Discuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-1884896569681796180?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1884896569681796180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=1884896569681796180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/1884896569681796180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/1884896569681796180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/05/dumbass.html' title='dumbass'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RjcxxgHp7DI/AAAAAAAAACs/w8k6Wd3IESw/s72-c/cm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-3755538640151555345</id><published>2007-04-23T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:37:54.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How excited can Melbourne be</title><content type='html'>Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne is getting more and more excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of dumbass stuff happened. How funny can it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is the sudden blackout in the suburb around the Melbourne city, for no reason,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's gas leaking in my uni's library. WTF, now i know Melbourne people actually COOK inside the library. Having some &lt;s&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lemonparty.org"&gt;lemonparty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;***** &lt;a href="http://taintedlenses.livejournal.com/2006/11/03/"&gt;Krispy Kreme party in the library&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dumb can it be, evacuation and class dismissed. Great success. No replacement class is needed anyway. Seeing your dumbass face lesser would make me happier, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish there's sudden bush fire inside the uni, or thunderstorm in the middle of city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne, i have faith in you. Show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Explicit content. Kids, ask your mama before click on it. Too late i guess. You badddddddd boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-3755538640151555345?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3755538640151555345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=3755538640151555345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/3755538640151555345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/3755538640151555345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-excited-can-melbourne-be.html' title='How excited can Melbourne be'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-2958915702442728397</id><published>2007-04-19T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:30:58.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great success</title><content type='html'>" In Malaysia,&lt;br /&gt;If it's Malay problem, it's national problem;&lt;br /&gt;If it's Chinese problem, it's racial problem;&lt;br /&gt;If it's Indian problem, it's not a problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible. Racist. I know. Can't imagine i actually use that as my ending for my presention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was required to do a 3 minutes presentation for one of my subject, which i found out the topic quite dumb. Speak 'bout cultural difference between two country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn is in week 7 actually, which is this week. I noticed nobody being serious actually. In fact its hard to be serious, when you're given a dumb topic to talk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, everyone were talking about different kind of shits, some talk about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZoFhDZjW8Cw"&gt;how chinese bargain in china&lt;/a&gt;, some talk about their &lt;s&gt;sex&lt;/s&gt; experience &lt;s&gt;with shemale&lt;/s&gt; when travelling in Thailand, some boosting,bragging about her shopping experience in Paris, Milan, Munich, New York,&lt;s&gt; Dubai, Israel, Iraq, Kuwait.....&lt;/s&gt;etc etc which who cares about,&lt;s&gt; making romance with Jews in Kazakhstan, tasting cucumber size of *ahem* in Ghana, trying out buttery nipple in Singapore (as suggested by .vvicctt.)&lt;/s&gt;. You see, all sort of shits being thrown during the presentation, some are funny, some are lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since everyone not being serious, why should i? I decided to try something that i never tried before. I'm gonna talk about how racist my fellow country Malaysia can be. Kinda excited 'bout that, I am. I prank alot of racist jokes and remarks about our three different races, which i thought i would be funny, and lady luck was by my side. Everything gone smooth especially when i end my presentation with that quote. Everyone was clapping and laughing. I'm sure they're having a good time, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tutor told me this right after my class, "boy oh boy, this is the most racist presentation i've ever heard" LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great success? No? I don't care. It's over anyway. And i'm still having fever and flu. This is that much i can do. once again, Great success! *two thumbs up in Borat's style*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055363016066198402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RihB4O9F64I/AAAAAAAAACk/4kR50xEGTkc/s400/borat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-2958915702442728397?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2958915702442728397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=2958915702442728397&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/2958915702442728397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/2958915702442728397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-success.html' title='Great success'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RihB4O9F64I/AAAAAAAAACk/4kR50xEGTkc/s72-c/borat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-3052314153102942058</id><published>2007-04-15T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T05:36:13.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutor resigned!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OMFG, first time in my entire life, one of my subject's tutor suddenly resigned. omg omg damn funny. The lecturer is going to take over all his tutorial i guess. hahahaha basically this subject only have five tutorial and one tutor. Which means the lecturer going to do every shit thing himself now. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is the lecturer actually published this in the lecture slides that students going to print it out for tommorow's lecture. wtf, means we gonna print out that crap slide hahaha, seriously buay tahan now hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomatch is very pain now. Hope i can stop laughing by tonight. I don't wanna laugh during the tutorial and lecture, which both on Monday (esok).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha, seriously omfg.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053631109086377458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RiIat-r09fI/AAAAAAAAACU/c-dbteEEIIU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-3052314153102942058?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3052314153102942058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=3052314153102942058&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/3052314153102942058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/3052314153102942058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/04/omfg-first-time-in-my-entire-life-one.html' title='Tutor resigned!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RiIat-r09fI/AAAAAAAAACU/c-dbteEEIIU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-6600411099390958357</id><published>2007-04-14T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:54:21.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How lovely can it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RiCV9ur09dI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZJHLo7WbJYc/s1600-h/å½±å012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053203669646112210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RiCV9ur09dI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZJHLo7WbJYc/s400/%E5%BD%B1%E5%83%8F012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it lovely? Take a closer look, i wonder how lovely can it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053203931639117282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RiCWM-r09eI/AAAAAAAAACM/d26yTt-qcL4/s400/%E5%BD%B1%E5%83%8F011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMFG, seriously its lovely. awww..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girls, please don't envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/20152308-6600411099390958357?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6600411099390958357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=6600411099390958357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/6600411099390958357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/6600411099390958357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-lovely-can-it-be.html' title='How lovely can it be?'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RiCV9ur09dI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZJHLo7WbJYc/s72-c/%E5%BD%B1%E5%83%8F012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-7918540249473322598</id><published>2007-03-31T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:33:27.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yarra watchdog</title><content type='html'>I think Yarratram must be making a loss now. or, near insolvent (with compliments from &lt;a href="http://www.unimelb.edu.au/HB/subjects/732-202.html"&gt;732-202&lt;/a&gt;. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, why the fuck there's watchdog everywhere now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Boxhill to city, from Carlton to city, from every-fucking-where to and anyfuckingwhere. From somewhere to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is, from green Safeway uniform to big black wool jacket uniform, further down to plain cloths. What a tram inspector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain cloths &lt;s&gt;whore&lt;/s&gt; inspector is rare. So far i only &lt;s&gt;make romance&lt;/s&gt; saw them three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time was a bunch of young girls with backpack yaking like a bunch of old prostitute,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time was a bunch of old man trying to look young with some cheap ass baseball cap, oh ya, with an old lady that seems like consumed overdose of &lt;s&gt;penis&lt;/s&gt; breast enlargement medicine, who scolding and threaten me to call police, just because i speak foreign language to my friend. I bet she must be so worried that our topic is 'bout her saggt tits. NOT. However, that time would be one of the pain in my heart because one of our dearest friend get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time was my all time favourite. Bunch of black nigga, with a big big cheap Big-W Tshirt, big big necklace from KMart, big big pants from reject shop, big big &lt;s&gt;penis from urm....&lt;/s&gt;......... (ok everything was big but besides that). You never know he's plain cloths watch dog, until he stick his damn face less than 5cm from your face as if wanna french with you, asking you "why don't you do it early?" in a typical akward nigga yo yo yo voice. WTF. You feel like slapping them until they showed you thier watchdog pass, sticking their akward piece of photo as if they had a deprived childhood, anal by their black father, or maybe camel. They are slightly better than the second one because they don't scold you for speaking Cantonese. Either they 1)understand Cantonese or 2) too dumb to realize that Cantonese and yo yo yo are different language. Cantonese are for human and yo yo yo are for nigga dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a tram will never be fun without the existance of watchdog. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-7918540249473322598?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7918540249473322598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=7918540249473322598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/7918540249473322598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/7918540249473322598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/03/yarra-watchdog.html' title='Yarra watchdog'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-4903814478372369601</id><published>2007-03-21T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:33:05.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOB</title><content type='html'>You know what? Think about it. omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from someone that somebody actually fuckin' failed the same subject for 4 times and repeat the subject for 5 times. this-is-plain-omfg. Someone actually failed MOB four fucking times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine that. That's first semester subject. It suppose to be the easiest? and the certain somebody now is in 5th semester. Year 3. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is fucking failed a year one (to be accurate, semester one) subject should not be allowed to proceed. Especially when they fuckin' failed it 4 times! Why don't he/she go and do her/him self a favour. Fucking stand in the middle of Jalan Bukit Bintang in the middle of the night and get raid down by Mat Rempit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*MOB = Management and organization behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-4903814478372369601?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4903814478372369601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=4903814478372369601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/4903814478372369601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/4903814478372369601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/03/mob.html' title='MOB'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-4620562000955729303</id><published>2007-03-17T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T06:45:28.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Korea. Man Utd. Park Ji Sung.</title><content type='html'>Oh great, i just brought a Korea football jersey from Smith St, and i'm wearing it now. And ya, Park Ji Sung scored twice (at the moment, god knows maybe he will score a hattrick?). WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing that makes my blood boil is the cxbxi College Square Foxtel. WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO SHOW ME THE GODDAMN "NO SIGNAL" PICTURE EVERYTIME WHEN THERE'S AN IMPORTANT MATCH? DO YOU KNOW HOW THE FUCKING LONG TIME WE WAIT FOR THE MATCH? ITS ON FUCKING TWELVE O CLOCK AND YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME. ROT IT HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya, may park ji sung get a hamstring problem and never ever gonna play for Korea again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042888584348656770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/Rfvwcvf5ZII/AAAAAAAAABw/mXu3GZ4ojcw/s400/park.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                   Park, you suck              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FUCK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-4620562000955729303?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4620562000955729303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=4620562000955729303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/4620562000955729303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/4620562000955729303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/03/korea-man-utd-park-ji-sung.html' title='Korea. Man Utd. Park Ji Sung.'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/Rfvwcvf5ZII/AAAAAAAAABw/mXu3GZ4ojcw/s72-c/park.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-6389948896629815290</id><published>2007-03-13T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:26:41.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb fucked break</title><content type='html'>I bloody realize now, that any breaks that longer than one hour is disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to myself i'm not gonna screw my timetable like that again next sem. I don't wanna sit inside the computer lab as if i'm a low life dumb fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, look at this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RfdACff5ZHI/AAAAAAAAABo/B2OrAkfjcCU/s1600-h/sw.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RfdACff5ZHI/AAAAAAAAABo/B2OrAkfjcCU/s400/sw.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041568719423759474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WTF is Swaziland? I thought it's Switzerland. After flipping &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swaziland"&gt;wiki&lt;/a&gt;, so now i know -_-" A small, landlocked country in  Southern Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, off to lunch..and..forex trading time! U better appreciate that &lt;a href="http://valdezlisa.blogspot.com"&gt;S&lt;/a&gt; :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-6389948896629815290?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6389948896629815290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=6389948896629815290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/6389948896629815290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/6389948896629815290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/03/dumb-fucked-break.html' title='Dumb fucked break'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RfdACff5ZHI/AAAAAAAAABo/B2OrAkfjcCU/s72-c/sw.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-4163387294492996559</id><published>2007-03-12T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:23:38.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincere, trustworthy chinese woman needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RfYzL_f5ZGI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ezth_dih_SY/s1600-h/Image120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041273114004644962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RfYzL_f5ZGI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ezth_dih_SY/s400/Image120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pic taken in front of commerce computer lab, McDonnelle building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a life, bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid 30, financially VERY independent. &lt;a href="http://www.manhattanterrace.com.au/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the way to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-4163387294492996559?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4163387294492996559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=4163387294492996559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/4163387294492996559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/4163387294492996559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/03/sincere-trustworthy-chinese-woman.html' title='Sincere, trustworthy chinese woman needed'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/RfYzL_f5ZGI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ezth_dih_SY/s72-c/Image120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-1204049928585422707</id><published>2007-03-12T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T04:35:43.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Rant</title><content type='html'>If i ever got a gun now, i would fucking headshot the IT people in this College fucking Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times you want to auto logout my account? I didn't fucking using BT or idle and holding your any goddamn bandwidth. Any fucking how i've paid 80 fucking bucks for your goddamn 25GB data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justify the value. Or not, change the fuckin' policy and let us obtain external broadband. You as suck as my Panasonic vacum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether is turning cold now. It came so unexpectedly. So what does that mean? means i have to fucking dig out all my goddamn winter stuff in the box. For fuck sake, i didn't know which box to start with because i still have about 15 boxes yet to unpack. Damnit damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i realize i out of budget. the usual budget doesn't seems enought anymore. Probably because i moved to a bigger apartment which means 200 fucking bucks extra every month. I'm so lazy to coooooooook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom say she's coming either on end of May, because its school holiday, and she could bring along my small sister. But hey, i'm having exam start from June leh, u come u stay at home with me ah? No time bring you around leh? How ah? Trade off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, she gonna come on July. But school had started, sister couldn't make it leh. Mom come alone and its fucking winter u know? Where to bring her? Great Ocean road? Mornington Peninsula? Grampians? I don't wanna die halfway. Too cold. And i still can't rent a car yet. But hey, if mom comes on July, that means, mom is celebrating my birthday in Melbourne! That sounds great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, headache question. Shall think 'bout it 1 month later. Not now. Should focus on &lt;s&gt;lemon party&lt;/s&gt; other stuff first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck i still see those bastard officers along Swanston st, fucking 12o'clock during Moomba festival? Can they not be so efficient? I'm here for 3 fuckin' weeks and i've alrady validated 15 two hours ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, last year i think i validated less than 20 ticket per semester you know? I'm a professional fare evader, i never get caught before and i would retain this glory until i graduate. Or leaving Melbourne. Whichever comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all. Some other ranting i rather keep it private cause i don't know who else is reading. Maybe i'll blog in other language? Off to entertain fruit girl *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-1204049928585422707?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1204049928585422707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=1204049928585422707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/1204049928585422707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/1204049928585422707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/03/melbourne-rant.html' title='Melbourne Rant'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-8122796714164314213</id><published>2007-03-10T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:33:45.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moomba festival</title><content type='html'>Moomba festival is not too bad. Besides the 15minutes of fireworks show on 930pm yesterday night, but still, can't compare it with last year's Melbourne Commonwealth Game opening ceremony. The layout is exacly the same i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical funfair shits. Loads and loads of overpriced food. And typical funfair games. $10 for 3 shots. Shoot my ass la. But still can see the crowd is overjoyed with all these games. Trying to win big soft toy to impress female species around. Typical Ah Beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still reckon mahjong session in Common Area is still the best. Less annoying people around, less attention seeker around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Target : Get a set of normal mahjong set. The tiny version that &lt;strong&gt;S &lt;/strong&gt;brings over from Singapore is too small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-8122796714164314213?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8122796714164314213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=8122796714164314213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/8122796714164314213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/8122796714164314213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/03/moomba-festival.html' title='Moomba festival'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-455264718640526761</id><published>2007-03-07T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:45:04.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>100th post of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post dedicated to her, all my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so beautiful with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-455264718640526761?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/455264718640526761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=455264718640526761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/455264718640526761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/455264718640526761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/03/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-928842376529104316</id><published>2007-02-28T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:44:07.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Melbourne</title><content type='html'>Three fucking days without internet is a real disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running up and down get things done. As if i'm new student. Buying all the shits again. Like last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new roommie which i personally think is not bad. At least looks like Jairus in every aspect. *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class started one day after i reach Melbourne. I still haven't ready yet. I'm officially a year 3 student now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might going Mornington Peninsula this Friday. There's only two things i can relate the place with-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fishing&lt;br /&gt;2. Sue Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or ya maybe in a sentences, Sue Lin is fishing with her BayBeeTea. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night with the guys. Tram all the way down to Camberwell again for pasta. $6 makes my stomatch bloated. Syokkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish i'm having a great day. Off to dinner now. Will update more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-928842376529104316?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/928842376529104316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=928842376529104316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/928842376529104316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/928842376529104316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-melbourne.html' title='Back to Melbourne'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-5969930075379608487</id><published>2007-02-23T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:30:38.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday blues</title><content type='html'>Had a last bite of KFC in Malaysia. Because i'm not gonna have KFC for the next 12 months. KFC suck big time in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manage to grab a glance on the Eye on Malaysia. I know i'm not gonna have a chance to take a ride on it because it lasts until end of the December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad asked me what to eat for the last night. I said anything will do. Dad scolded me again for poor decision making. Just like how She scolded me as well. Remembering us standing in front of mall directory choosing what to eat. Bah. Its not gonna happen again. At least, till i come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my entire life, the very first time to bring my two sisters out for supper, on the very last night in KL... but this doesn't change the fact that she is as fucked up as Borat's asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry to some of my friends. for the past 3 months we might not have a chance to yum cha/outing/futsal and stuff. My bad ok? I know i'm having a poor time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom did a great job. At least she only started the day before i depart. Remember year ago, she's emo and cried at night 2 weeks before i go. Love you mom. For you, i might not a great son, but certainly , you're the one of the best person on the world, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my entire life, leaving my family for one year long. Take it as challange. Dad says hopefully i became a tougher person after the years in foreign land. Dad, i will. Certainly i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 months time rotting in hometown, i think i need. Seriously i need time to readjust my life back in Melbourne. The food, people, culture, and the language. Everything is not the same again (i said that all the time XD). Even currency and bank notes is different again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck my friend. Good luck everyone. I shall come back with a degree hopefully. By the time we meet. We're older one more year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye Malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-5969930075379608487?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5969930075379608487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=5969930075379608487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/5969930075379608487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/5969930075379608487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/02/saturday-blues.html' title='Saturday blues'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-2652528017726556824</id><published>2007-02-20T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T06:17:11.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Genting Highland</title><content type='html'>Greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the land of Uncle Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this place. Especially during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowded. Heavy rain. Not as cold as Melbourne (my room aircond is cooler).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-2652528017726556824?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2652528017726556824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=2652528017726556824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/2652528017726556824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/2652528017726556824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/02/greetings-from-genting-highland.html' title='Greetings from Genting Highland'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-7100405973344773294</id><published>2007-02-18T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:05:07.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people around. Stray dogs'/><title type='text'>Reunion dinner</title><content type='html'>What's a reunion dinner, when only 6 out of 15 child present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point, when everyone came just for the sake of, "because it's new year eve, we gonna have a reunion dinner!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean you people have every single rights to alter the meaning of reunion dinner, makes you feel better for being absent, just because grandpa had passed away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you all are his children, and he might did something that disgusted you, does that mean you hold the utmost priority to crack some lame joke 'bout him? Respect the death. Especially when he's your father (in law).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you. You think its funny but i'm not. You might not see him as your father (in law), he IS my grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, what a reunion dinner. Same old shit, different time. Maybe lesser annoying people around, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunion dinner would never be the same again, just like how your fellow blogger TyplotioN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-7100405973344773294?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7100405973344773294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=7100405973344773294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/7100405973344773294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/7100405973344773294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/02/reunion-dinner.html' title='Reunion dinner'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-3432600076636718804</id><published>2007-02-15T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:42:48.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i could</title><content type='html'>I'll grab it tight and never let it go again,in my life. If i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you right in front of me, telling you how much it costs, for losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i would ever get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only its not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-3432600076636718804?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3432600076636718804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=3432600076636718804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/3432600076636718804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/3432600076636718804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-i-could.html' title='If i could'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-7169322857044765496</id><published>2007-02-13T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T01:44:33.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random rant</title><content type='html'>5 more days to chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 more days left in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 months left to my graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fuck sake, time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i did in the holiday? No summer, no intern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 monnts time, went futsal twice, 4 times of gathering, done numorous of bullshits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else i did? The most remarkable would be as helper during Uni's pre-departure talk. Getting tons of contact numbers. Finding myself a new housemate. What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah god, i'm such a failure in everything, every piece of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall i stay in Melbourne? or shall i come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the same for me i guess. Just that muslim in Melbourne do eat &lt;s&gt;babi &lt;/s&gt;pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall i apply for PR in Australia? or i'll just work my ass off back in my home town? This question bothered me alot. Really alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i continue blogging? or should i just quit bullshiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome would never be the same again, i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-7169322857044765496?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7169322857044765496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=7169322857044765496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/7169322857044765496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/7169322857044765496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-rant.html' title='random rant'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-5411960764343318136</id><published>2007-01-30T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T13:33:28.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still remember...</title><content type='html'>"Friends forever" is what we heard always. in greeting cards, in those &lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt; stupid forward email, even in testimonial. How true can this phrase be i wonder, sometimes. It seems so impossible for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friend. Duh. A group of friend. I hope it still sounds like. With great memories, and lots of "first time" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time having friends, that i not require to see each other in uniform anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that involving in the talent time's dance activity, although i'm not part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that i drive a big group in my CRV, to have dinner in Mid Valley, celebrating we got 3rd for talent time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time knowing what's the different between ManUtd and Arsenal, although i knew them since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time having back a cousin as friends, although there's some misunderstood when we're still in uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time dye my hair with them. Although it doesn't look as great as i expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that i like Thursday so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that we walked night market so frequent. Never in my entire life before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that i ever overnite at a friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that i ever play winning eleven for more than 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that 5 people poke fun with each other at the middle of night, in a small room, taking off someone's shirt and take his naked video and threaten to distrbute it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that i tried a tong yuen with peanuts inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that such a big group to overnite at my house, awaiting for Chelsea v some cheapass team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that there's people argue about how ugly and how &lt;s&gt;useless&lt;/s&gt; usefull is Drogba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time picking up accounting and economics in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time having problem in my studies which i don't even know what's debit and credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that i'm awaiting for accounting class. Because its the only class that i same with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that we compete with each other, see who can finish the most question set in shortest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time i put my footstep in a place call RedBox in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that we stand on a sofa and sing. Until we got cautioned by the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that i learned how to play snooker. Although till now, i'm still bad at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that 6 people cramp themselves in a Wira, and i would have to stand up, whenever there's a bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time running on an artificial pitch, and played a game called futsal. In there, i scored my first goal with my buddy's assist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time i prepared and revise my MOCK exam with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time i share notes with each others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time that i saw a car accident, which i'm standing on the the scene, and my friend involved in it. And so happen its 1 hour before the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time hearing about you people's relationship problem. Pardon me that i'm only able to lead a listening ear, cause i have no experience at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time of having a girlfriend. Where the group had expand from 6 person to 9 person. From 6 person in car, we'll having 2 cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, first time of talkin' bad 'bout a stingy ass who collect petrol money although heading the same place after class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL REMEMBER AS WELL, that i never feel that going to class would be so HAPPY. That i never feel that Monday to Friday would be so much fun compared to Saturday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, i'm NOBODY all the while, all my friendship wouldn't lasts longer than 5 month. You all are the one who made me feel that i'm actually SOMEBODY in the group. That at least i could feel my existance. You all had changed me and boosted my confidence level. You had made me into a more matured person. I'm happy and grateful, that i hope that we could just carry on like that, forever... How i wish that the course would be more than a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, although some of us had far apart, but regardless of time,distance,conflict that happen among us, Its the friendship that i would never forget in my entire life, that would stay in my heart, forever and ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-5411960764343318136?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5411960764343318136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=5411960764343318136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/5411960764343318136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/5411960764343318136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/01/friends-forever-is-what-we-heard-always.html' title='I still remember...'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-5706104284499355816</id><published>2007-01-29T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T05:05:51.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog that looks like you.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='very nasty dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three dog'/><title type='text'>Threesome</title><content type='html'>Ever see dogs making out before? How 'bout dogs having threesome? No? Worry not! Besides Bak Kut Teh, Klang is also famous with its stray dog making out on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/Rb3v3ny5-gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u-DKt5eVkco/s1600-h/18012007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025436498069682690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/Rb3v3ny5-gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u-DKt5eVkco/s320/18012007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-5706104284499355816?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5706104284499355816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=5706104284499355816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/5706104284499355816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/5706104284499355816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/01/threesome.html' title='Threesome'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eTNN7_bXxOc/Rb3v3ny5-gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u-DKt5eVkco/s72-c/18012007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-7487037630040502380</id><published>2007-01-26T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:04:39.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'>Mock-up gone cock-up!</title><content type='html'>26 Jan 2007&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;An Argentinean football supporter is to sue a tattooist after he requested his favourite team's badge but ended up instead with a penis.&lt;br /&gt;The teenager, who would prefer to remain anonymous, asked to have the Boca Juniors crest drawn on his back. But the tattoo artist - a supporter of fierce Buenos Aires rivals River Plate - decided to have some fun at his young customer's expense.&lt;br /&gt;The victim told Terra Argentina: "I could not see what he was tattooing because he didn't have a mirror. I only saw it when I got home and showed it to my parents." A police spokesperson revealed: "The tattooist supports Boca Junior's rival, River Plate, so he got annoyed when the teenager asked him to tattoo Boca's symbol and decided to tattoo a penis instead. Unbelievable!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-7487037630040502380?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7487037630040502380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=7487037630040502380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/7487037630040502380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/7487037630040502380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/01/mock-up-gone-cock-up.html' title='Mock-up gone cock-up!'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116949494564009914</id><published>2007-01-22T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:42:25.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN</title><content type='html'>What the fuck is wrong with the sky now? For the past 2 weeks, every 530pm (ok, yesterday was 7pm) the rain would fall like as if god's toilet spoilt damnit, damn punctual. Even punctual than your parent's wedding ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first rain. and then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with people around? I mean, what's the big hoohah with the Korean nuthead? Rain? What the hell. RM750? To see you dance like a circus monkey? Bah, wonder is there any stupid girl would waste that kind of money. I'm sick and tired of seeing all these posters and billboards, especially the big one on Federal Highway, make me wanna puke. C'mon, RM350 would be reasonable. RM750? Motherfucker, and i wonder how many % of them understand what the fuck he is singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i came back, i'm curious. Curious that what the hell is wrong with these people, and what's so brilliant about this Rain nuthead. Sister told me that he can dance well. Owh, download one of his MTV and yeah, he can't even speak proper English, yet half of the song is full of English lyrics. Seriously what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that he felt down from a 1.8m stage yesterday in Singapore. I hope i could read the news that he will present himself on Bukit Jalil with wheelchair. Sigh... What's wrong with people nowadays. First time in my life heard about RM750 concert ticket. I can't even understand what the fuck he is singing, even half of the song is in English, with lyrics on my hand. Goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, please keep out 20km within Bukit Jalil stadium on 27th Feb night. You wouldn't be too happy to stuck on traffic jam with these Rain fans. Find something else to do, such as peep at your neighbour making out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another community message brought to you by 三陽宗親會.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-116949494564009914?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116949494564009914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=116949494564009914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116949494564009914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116949494564009914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/01/rain.html' title='RAIN'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116827254870963899</id><published>2007-01-08T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T08:09:08.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>櫻花下的約定 . . .</title><content type='html'>在1999年一棵櫻花樹旁的遼闊草地上，小男孩在的手緊抓著小女孩的手，他們共同許著一個願望。小女孩：[我要當世界上最美麗的公主。]小男孩：[那我要成為一個能夠保護你一生的王子喔！]小女孩聽到了只是甜甜的笑，並把它的小指伸出來。[打勾勾...蓋手印，我們就這麼約定囉！]這個小小的願望，埋在這棵櫻花樹下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5年後，一個下著大雨的夏天的午後，男孩與女孩在櫻花樹旁的涼亭坐著，悶熱的天氣裡，男孩與女孩之間瀰漫著一股低氣壓。這時女孩輕輕的開口：[我們全家要移民到美國去，我們可能不能再一起玩了吧！]男孩只是回了一聲嗯，就跟女孩說聲再見離開了那裡，留下一個不知該如何是好的女孩。隔天在機場裡，女孩的視線一直在搜尋男孩熟悉的身影，但是卻找不到一絲絲男孩的痕跡，女孩著急了納悶著男孩的父母都來了，為什麼男孩沒有一起同行，隨著時間一點一點的流動，登機的時間到了，女孩望了四周最後一眼，難過的牽起媽媽的手走到了登機入口。這時一個緊張的男孩出現在柱子旁邊，而且不斷的往登機口那跑去，他大叫著女孩的名字，女孩回過頭來，看到了那一抹期待已久的身影。便甩開媽媽的手，毫不猶豫地跑向那個男孩，可是那個男孩卻在登機口前被攔住了，男孩掙扎著並且對女孩大叫，[我會成為保護你的王子，別忘了我們的約定，妳一定要回來我會等妳的。]女孩看著男孩轉身走進了登機處，男孩也停止掙扎轉身走開，兩個人的心裡都想著同一件事，約定我和你的約定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩走後男孩雖然寂寞，但是為了兩人的約定,，他一點一滴的努力，成為一個勇敢的王子，身在美國的女孩，心裡惦記著兩人的約定，小女孩看看手指頭，期待著能和男孩再次站在那棵櫻花樹下。桃園中正機場，一個長的甜美動人的女孩徘徊在機場裡，她就是11年前的小女孩，好不容易再次回到台灣，這個充滿回憶的地方，被接回到自己的家鄉後，女孩只惦記著男孩。但是去男孩家裡問過，知道男孩他們早就搬走了，現在換別人來住，失望的女孩獨自走到那棵櫻花樹下，當她回憶著小時候時，一個聲音從耳邊掠過。[喂！]女孩轉過身，見到了一個好像似層相識的臉孔，原來是她期盼已久的男孩，只是小時候的稚氣不見了，倒多了一些成熟英俊的氣息。[妳還記得回來阿！]男孩開心的問著，卻看見女孩的眼角滑落了兩行鹹鹹的淚，後來才知道男孩雖然搬走了，卻還是常常回來看這顆樹兩個人聊的很開心。而交談中也透露了彼此的心意，就這樣兩個人開始交往。不過只有短短的2個月，因為女孩必須回到美國繼續唸書，在女孩要離開的前一天晚上，兩個人還是坐在涼亭下，女孩跟男孩互相的說著最後的話題，女孩說：[我要走了，你要等我喔！]男孩卻不像從前一樣沉默，他堅決的說：[我會等妳，因為我要保護妳一生一世阿！]女孩緊抱住男孩，對男孩說：[我愛你...我一定會回來。]男孩憐惜的摸著女孩的長髮，把女孩的臉輕輕扶起，印下了淡淡的吻。天空飄起了細細的小雨.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩回到美國一個禮拜後，接到了一通從台灣打來的長途電話，是男孩的母親打來的，男孩的母親一邊哭泣一邊跟女孩說男孩因為去登山時，為了救一個失足的小孩，自己卻跌到了山谷下被人救起來時，全身脊椎都碎了，現在躺在醫院裡，他有話想對妳說。男孩的母親哭泣的幫男孩拿著話筒，那男孩用虛弱的聲音對女孩說：[放心...妳放心，我不會有事的，我一定會好起來我們說好的，我要當保護你的王子，而你...而你要當我的公主，不可以亂跑 我會永遠守在你的身旁。]傷心的女孩又再度聽到男孩母親的聲音，她說男孩又要被推進急救室，沒辦法再跟她交談了，掛掉電話後，女孩腦中一片空白，她只希望男孩活著。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩回到了台灣，站在男孩的墳前，也正好是在那棵櫻花樹下，這次她知道了另一件事，她知道男孩被推出急診室後，成為了櫻花樹的守護人也成為了她的天使。同樣是一個夏天的午後，女孩跪坐在男孩的墳前，手中握著櫻花花瓣。哀傷的情緒終於在這時崩潰，天空下起細雨，而女孩的眼淚滑落，一發不可收拾。這次女孩回來，沒有一個等待她的男孩，只有一段心中的往事，沒有一棵原來的櫻花樹，只有一個永遠守護她的天使，只有一個永遠不會改變的約定。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-116827254870963899?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116827254870963899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=116827254870963899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116827254870963899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116827254870963899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_08.html' title='櫻花下的約定 . . .'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116792286053162290</id><published>2007-01-04T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T08:55:20.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>相簿</title><content type='html'>有次搬家時無意翻了友人的相簿,制作得很精美,外面絕對買不到的, 看得出制作的人很用心, 每一頁,每一個角落,都看得出充滿了無限的心思. 他們應該很恩愛吧, 畢竟男的出國留學了三年遠走他鄉,女的卻留在本土. 翻一翻,好多由相識,相知到相愛的過程,都一一列在相簿里..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我想, 最好的相簿還是自己的回憶吧. 只有你看得到. 你能的,只是口頭上的分享, 別人不見得能夠體會到你當時的感受. 這就是你真正的私人相簿囉.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回憶可以很美,也可以很主觀. 在於你怎麼看這一段回憶. 真的,回憶是世上為數不多,別人不能搶走的財福. 珍惜回憶, 就如珍惜你現在擁有的一切. 一旦失去了,留下的也就只有回憶.&lt;div 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title='相簿'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116764611231274257</id><published>2007-01-01T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:08:32.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>For once, i thought i could end the year happily. I thought i could hold on the stuff that i have. I thought so. I thought god would reward people that work hard. At least i thought so.&lt;br /&gt;Of cause, i never expect the road would be smooth sail for me. At least i know, that you need to work for it. But, you never expect it to be so tough. You never expect it scale to the opposite direction. Totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expect to end the year with feelings of hate, disgusted and irritated. Never ever thought so. The pain, the sorrow, It does not end with the clock ticks. It does not end by tearing the last piece of paper in the calander. It carried forward. The feelings started to teach me, to be ignorant towards everything in life. At least, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road that full of lights seems convincing enough, persuading you that this is the right path to go, to go further. But the moment you move forward, immediately, you regreted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-116764611231274257?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116764611231274257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=116764611231274257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116764611231274257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116764611231274257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116704048408165988</id><published>2006-12-25T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:54:44.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Today is christmas but i sleep like a loser until 2pm. Its been a while since i last update the blog. Alot of things had happened and i've lost alot of things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how am i going to overcome all these problem. I need time. Seriously, i can't say anything more detailed but what i can say is, i need time....i still can't get over the stuff i'm encountering now. In life things not always flow the direction you hope to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain things you can overcome it but that doesn't mean that it would change in your heart. It will remain indefinitely in your heart and mind. I might had changed or take one step reverse, but too late i guess. Everyday i'm just far from happy. Happy times doesn't come too often but i didn't expect it gone so far from me. Far from what i expect. Hard to accept, i can feel the bitter in my heart...am i able to overcome it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i have the feelings of moving back to Melbourne. I just don't know why. I just need a break. Sometimes people keep expecting you to be someone they think you would be, but it just impossible for me to cope with it. Why? Why things just don't goes the way you hope it would be? Seriously i need a break. Its really hard to face anything here now. Everything seems so far from me. So close yet so far....haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-116704048408165988?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116704048408165988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=116704048408165988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116704048408165988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116704048408165988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116699326629812439</id><published>2006-12-24T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:47:46.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas eve</title><content type='html'>Christmas eve. Christ sitting MAS Airline. Sigh.....i'm just bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-116699326629812439?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116699326629812439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=116699326629812439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116699326629812439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116699326629812439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas eve'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116601360540242413</id><published>2006-12-13T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T04:40:09.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.. (ok..almost)</title><content type='html'>yeah baby, 2 more hours and i'll get my ass on my home country.. stucked in Changi airport now waiting for boarding. My flight is 920pm with arrival time 1015pm i guess...but whatever, i'm back muahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing bout Changi Airport is they provide free internet. You can surf whatever fuck you want including porn but i doubt you wanna do that cause there is always people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok one final time, I'm BACK@!!!! i need to board the plane now. The PA system is making noise now. Will write more when i reach. Cya for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-116601360540242413?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116601360540242413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=116601360540242413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116601360540242413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116601360540242413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-okalmost.html' title='I&apos;m back.. (ok..almost)'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116403243219348828</id><published>2006-11-20T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T06:20:32.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let out session</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i wonder how can people be so fucking ridiculous, when they ask you out to somewhere, they don't specific the time, even thou you ASKED them the night before. And yeah, they fucking called you 5 minutes prior locking thier damn door and stuff the inside their asshole, and fuckin' expect you to get ready within 15 second before the world come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the phone vibrate down under my pillow, it shocked the living shit out of me, asking me where the hell am i. They fucking think that my dad born me with extra wing to fly there immediately. What's wrong with these people? Being a smart person, i already knew their pattern, that's why i fucking ASK them the night before and yet my phone didn't enlighten my day with a single reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't she reply me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) She used the phone as vibrator.&lt;br /&gt;(2) She is too fucking stingy to used up her thirty fuckin' cents to reply me. or&lt;br /&gt;(3) She is too fucking tired after (1) to masturbate her smelly cunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever shit it is, i don't fucking care, just like you don't give a damn on what your neighbours do during quarter pass two in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) She must be too fucking poor to buy herself a new vibrator. C'mon, vibrator in Melbourne ain't not gonna cost you much. or maybe,&lt;br /&gt;(2) Reply my goddamn sms would cause you alot cheaper maybe? And you can then process with your phone-vibrator relationship, not like i care.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Yes you dumbfuck, entertain me, prioritize me before your cunt goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay kinda off topic, why these kind of people around to make our life difficult?For fuck sake, let just call her coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coconut : "Hey where are you now? We're on the way to tram stop now (which the fucking tram stop just stone throw away from her and her goddamn bloke-like's boy friend), could you come and meet us in 5 minutes time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Are you fucking kiddin'? I haven't even wake up you mofo. For fuck sake, why aren't you reply my sms yesterday night? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coconut : "ahh because i'm not sure what time i'm going mar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "*speechless*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coconut : " btw, i think we'll go first, take your time and meet you there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand these mofo. They don't have a brain. It might see as a small and OK stuff for others, but definitely its not for me. Fuck these people, i wonder how they socialize with people next time. Why the hell this kind of people exist to make people's life difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm bad, but being an educated person, i don't confront to her and yell at her "you fucking prostitute",  but i couldn't help to hoped she got raped by stingrays. Motherfucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-116403243219348828?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116403243219348828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=116403243219348828&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116403243219348828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116403243219348828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-out-session.html' title='Let out session'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116342412368157371</id><published>2006-11-13T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T05:22:03.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jose : All manager invited to meet Hackett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chelseafc.com/article.asp?hlid=428230&amp;m=11&amp;amp;y=2006&amp;nav=news&amp;amp;sub=latest+news"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p/s : Fucking click the link and read before leave some smart ass comment. Nothing is more dumb than open your mouth before knowing what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think fergie must be sooo fucking stupid to release his sour grapes ranting towards Jose meeting Hackett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he is to fucking arrogant to attend the meeting. Maybe his assistant is too fucking dumb to inform his boss about the name card as well. God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is he so scared about Jose meeting Hackett? Maybe he bullied by refree for 20 years and he fuckin' lack of balls to speak out. I suggest Jose invite him to the meeting as well. Or maybe ask Steve Clarke to fax a duplicate copy of Hackett's name card to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better act fast Fregie. You don't have another 20years to do that before lying down inside coffin lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-“I promise you one thing,” continued José, “if one day I have a ball two metres inside my goal and the ref doesn’t allow the goal, I don’t speak about referees for two years! And, if in the first minute of the game, I have a penalty to kill my opponent before they wake up, one year I don’t speak about referees!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - José Mourinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-116342412368157371?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116342412368157371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=116342412368157371&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116342412368157371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116342412368157371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/11/jose-all-manager-invited-to-meet.html' title='Jose : All manager invited to meet Hackett'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116327084333158923</id><published>2006-11-11T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:47:40.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>游子</title><content type='html'>當太陽與地平線合為一體,&lt;br /&gt;代表著人與人之間的信任都將像明日的太陽般重新升起&lt;br /&gt;當旭日照向大地時 一切都那麼的自然 好像一切都從未發生過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當你抬頭望 卻感覺不到 那曾經是星光燦爛的天空時,&lt;br /&gt;你開始懷疑 外國的月亮真的是比較圓嗎&lt;br /&gt;你開始比較 只為了找個理由 讓自己的自卑感能更能理所當然地隱藏在你心裡深處&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;早已忘記了 打雷聲是怎麼樣的了,&lt;br /&gt;很努力地去回想 換來的卻是 那擾人清夢的風聲&lt;br /&gt;睡眠 能讓你很滿足地 對著鏡子的自己說你將用微笑來開始你新的一天&lt;br /&gt;卻代替不了游子們的空虛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-116327084333158923?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116327084333158923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=116327084333158923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116327084333158923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116327084333158923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='游子'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116298960723181721</id><published>2006-11-08T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:22:04.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaargh..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai seh bare with it a lil while more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fellow TyplotioN is abit tulan now, and also abit exhausted...so keep out...&lt;s&gt;at least arm length....arm length financial benefit does not need shareholder approval..ok cut the fucking corporate law crap&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so what now? One fuckin' day and i finished half of my exam, thanks to my uni. Have another boring paper on Friday. People, take my advice, keep out from this subject which is abso-fuckin'-lutely make no sense to me at all. Despite &lt;a href="http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/lecturer.html"&gt;having a fucked up moron as lecturer&lt;/a&gt;, the subject itself is so so stupid which now i'm still thinkin' why the hell am i doing for buying the goddamn textbook which cost me $85 (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Resources Management, it teaches you how are you going to fired your employee and turn around accussing him stealing company's property. Its also teaches you how to bluff around and backstabing your peers in order to impress your boss. The more you compliments your boss's maid, the higher chances you'll be promote. Kidding, i haven't read up a single page yet, how would i know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulan tulan....its been more than a month, i think i've already being fucking rejected by those banks, MNC, &lt;s&gt;barrack, brothel.........&lt;/s&gt;. Eh you all blind ah? Melbourne uni student also don't want??!??!?!?!?! Melbourne uni student work for you 2 month and fucking get paid RM500 by you also dun want ar??? Underpaid liao i also dun mind leh, somemore this candidate damn smart,quality,斯文有禮 大方 英俊 &lt;s&gt;囂張&lt;/s&gt; 瀟灑更是不在話下........this time sure knn liao,i guess my father sure screw me up with a screwdriver. Any suggestion or recommendation? maybe? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya btw, someone says my blog is thier source of entertaining,i ask the reason, y? 0_o" she say because i'm keep complaining like nobody's business over every damn thing around me.....wah,you see people complaining very entertaining meh? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess soon my chatbox would become one of the victim of those spammer T.T" SPAMMER, go somewhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: vict, i didn't ignore your comments leh...thanks to those spammer i mention above that sink my reply deep down into..dunno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, time to &lt;s&gt;FM&lt;/s&gt; study HRM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-116298960723181721?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116298960723181721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=116298960723181721&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116298960723181721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116298960723181721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/11/aaargh.html' title='Aaargh..!'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116238058586154308</id><published>2006-11-01T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T04:55:18.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly Rant</title><content type='html'>I don't have that much time for posting and ranting especially during SWOTVAC, point form will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Melbourne whether is &lt;s&gt;still&lt;/s&gt; always crazy, from one week highest 36 degree celsius, it can goes down to 4 or 5 degree. Wear a goddamn jacket out and its always too late for you to realize that your testical is melting. Try go out at night only with T shirt and your u will feel there's some tiny ice cube between your asshole, Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fuck the exam timetable planner. Are you fuckin' discriminating students that picking up both marketing and law at the same time?? How the fuck in your right mind to arrange the goddamn corp law and strategic management on one fucking same day? That means i would need to run form 1 fuckin' exam hall 2km off the campus and run back to the campus to have my exam? fuckin' THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FM2007 is out, i'm spending 70% of my library time play that and i'm officially addicted. Thanks to Strider, this post is specially dedicated to you (pun intended) LOL. Thanks again for lending me your comp, while you having a great time with......privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm addicted to FM, until i fuckin' wanna own an original copy which cost me fuckin-eighty-five-Australian Dollor. I feel guilty to spend my father's eighty-fuckin'-five-australian-dollor to actually get that overpriced piece of CD, i decided to earn the eighty-fuckin'-five-australian-dollor myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? The fastest and hassle-free's way to earn me the AUD85? Credits to Crown Casino. 15minites of tram to the casino, 15 minutes of roulette, 15 minutes of coffee bean and 15 minutes of tram back to my home sweet home, i've pocketed myself with $AUD140. *kaching* double of my target. Once again, thanks to Crown Casino. This post is specially dedicated to you too. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the saddest things in life?? Probably not because you don't have the money to buy you a bread, but is when you have the money, and FM is either sold out or stock yet to come throughout the whole fuckin' Melbourne city. How long am i going to wait?? Shall try my luck again tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The library open until 3am, but its so goddamn stuffy inside. its two-fuckin'-AM and yet couldn't find a nice carrels to &lt;s&gt;play FM&lt;/s&gt; study. People here are as &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; as Singaporeans. All farking last minute effort, like it would make any different (it would i guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Some people are so fucking stupid, you know who you are. You don't even know how to lie. You fuckin' eat your own words. U telling me A and you fuckin' turn around and saying B 5 minutes later. Seriously, you are dumb, that those monkey on the tree. I don't blame you for your stupidity, but you just a pure asshole the moment you decided to pick up what other people says. Knowing you for 3 fuckin' years and now i know u just take it like a pinch of salt. Moron. Wake up. I'm just too lazy to goes into detail and i know you stalks here often. Fuck yourself and fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ya i'm not done with the fuckin' exam time table yet. How they hell in the right mind they put my 3rd paper on 8th November and the last paper on 23rd November. 2 fuckin' weeks of spare time for me, is not like you have something to study for Market Research. SPSS..omg..... kill time with FM...go go......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-116238058586154308?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116238058586154308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=116238058586154308&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116238058586154308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116238058586154308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/11/monthly-rant.html' title='Monthly Rant'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116100068717932473</id><published>2006-10-16T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T05:11:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>人</title><content type='html'>有一種&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;人&lt;/span&gt; 一出生就惟恐天下不亂&lt;br /&gt;也有一種&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;人&lt;/span&gt; 一出生就注定要讓身邊的所有的人難受&lt;br /&gt;第三種&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;人&lt;/span&gt; 就是我們所謂的牆頭草 兩邊靠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不止, 最後一種&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;人&lt;/span&gt; 最可怕, 它看似友善 前提是它認為你很可靠&lt;br /&gt;當它認為你的存在方式開始變質了 它危機感重了 它感覺你在威脅它了&lt;br /&gt;對 就好像你家的小狗似 對於鄰居的狗 它害怕地盤被搶而時常提高警覺&lt;br /&gt;於是 它開始裝模作樣 企圖離間你和別人 答案沒什麼出人意表的&lt;br /&gt;很簡單 就是它開始找到新目標了 再用同樣的過程 一步一步地把你&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;摧毀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這一切 都還算不了什麼 如果我說 把這四種人合併成為一種呢?&lt;br /&gt;那還不簡單 這簡直就是個惡魔了&lt;br /&gt;偏偏生活中 就是有這種人的存在&lt;br /&gt;躲在黑暗的一角 計算著你沒落的一天&lt;br /&gt;想趁著你落魄的那一刻 補上殘酷的一刀&lt;br /&gt;奪取你那唯一呻吟的權力&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可惜的是 當新目標還沉浸在它那那所謂'朋友'和'情義'中&lt;br /&gt;你覺得婉惜 但卻也無力再為誰站出來說話了 因為&lt;br /&gt;只有受過傷的人才懂得痛&lt;br /&gt;你無能為力 你只能坐在遠處 用著僅存的力氣 冷笑&lt;br /&gt;心里默默地歡迎 又有一個人加入了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: just suddenly feel like type in chinese. Sorry for bananas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-116100068717932473?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116100068717932473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=116100068717932473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116100068717932473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116100068717932473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='人'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116057605679868557</id><published>2006-10-11T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T07:14:18.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake festival</title><content type='html'>As usual, lunch in Union House. Found someone expose half of his arse right in front of me. WTF, this time its even gross than the &lt;a href="http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-day-back-to-uni.html"&gt;sausage incident&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/Image089.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                               "celebrate mooncake festival mar..show you half moon lor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/Image090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/Image091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this 1 comfrim mother didn't teach him how to wear pants 1. Fuck, show your ass next time somewhere else la, football field, lecture hall, where every fuck you want. Not in UNION HOUSE. I need to EAT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As usual, any comments are welcome lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-116057605679868557?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116057605679868557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=116057605679868557&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116057605679868557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116057605679868557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/10/mooncake-festival.html' title='Mooncake festival'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-116013744168688854</id><published>2006-10-06T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T05:26:34.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona 07/08 season jersey pre-release</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/Image086.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/Image086.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;i'm Ronalgino Deco from Barcelona, nice to meet you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the latest spring 06 fashion- Barcelona 07/08 season new jersey had released earlier than porposed date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Photo taken in Crown Casino, Melbourne. Appologize for the quality of photo. Camera phone in casino mah! what you expect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-116013744168688854?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116013744168688854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=116013744168688854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116013744168688854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/116013744168688854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/10/barcelona-0708-season-jersey-pre.html' title='Barcelona 07/08 season jersey pre-release'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115867394539278830</id><published>2006-09-19T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:53:34.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Report</title><content type='html'>lots of stuff to write about. Make it into some sort of quick update then. I'll just jot down stuff that i think is intresting lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J arrival to Melbourne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think that his friend is quite funny. His uni friend is asking him to go along a trip to Melbourne but ask him to find himself a place to stay. They rent a car in Melbourne and everyday morning they just pick him up from my place and send him back to my place at nite. Don't get me wrong, certainly of cause i don't mind he staying with me. J was one of my close friend back in VU. Its been more than 7 months that i didnt see him. Initially he planned to trasfer to melb uni with us but his foundation result just screw the entire plan and he went to ANU in Canberra instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel extreme guilty because seriously i didn't treat him that well during his visit to Melbourne :x . Part of it is because it's week 7 and i have 3 assignments to rush on. I know i'm a bad host :( The worst thing i did to him is leaving him alone reading brouchers, while me and H fight with our assignment. We didnt notice that he bored out until felt asleep! Argh,...i feel bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel even bad when he's about to leave Melbourne. He keep thanking me for taking care him in Melbourne and offer him a few night of stay. Not to mention he even write it in his msn nick saying thank you. Aahh... J if u're reading this, i would like to convey my apology to you. Hope you don't mind and make sure there's a room for me next time when i visit Canberra :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holiday starts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always having more holiday than anyone else i guess. Holiday doesn't seems attractive to me anymore in fact i hope i can be busy busy nothing else but busy -.-" my time table is a heaven for those part timer i guess. I only have class from Monday to Wednesday only. Which means 3 days class, 4 days break. WTF. And now 2 more weeks of holiday. Finding a way to spent it. But then, no worries, H had come up with a plan- 5 days 4 nights to Sydney... 21st-26th this month. That means 2 more days from now. I'll update about my Sydney trip once i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday night outing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urm....my 3rd time of going club i guess? not a bad night i guess. Especially with bunch of heyna - &lt;a href="http://taintedlenses.livejournal.com/"&gt;vvicctt&lt;/a&gt; , Alonso, &lt;a href="http://rc9.deviantart.com/"&gt;Strider&lt;/a&gt;, Tidus and TY. Among all spirits, Jager really makes a different. Special taste, special effect(maybe?). Get half drunk for the very first time which everyone claimed that i can't walk straight, WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alonso is bad, he says that Tidus wanna experience what is a club, so as a good friend, they 2 are the late comers. But from what i discover, i think is more like Tidus being drag by Alonso...bah!&lt;br /&gt;2. After the club, we simply walk from Lonsdale to Hungry Jacks in Swanston to have a drink, I'm the only one eating as other are too fuckin' busy to giving international signal to the passerby outside. I'm innocent you know! what if the one you giving signal is some &lt;em&gt;Ah Beng&lt;/em&gt; across the street? lolx!&lt;br /&gt;3. 6-fucking-am, and all of us sitting in the empty Melbourne Central Building awaiting for TY to getting awake so that he could drive us back to CS. We know the consequences of drink and drive of cause!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;International Ball (I-Ball)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball is kinda bored actually lolx, its located just behind our apartment and our very good friend, &lt;a href="http://rookchux.blogspot.com"&gt;rook&lt;/a&gt; actually bring us walk in suit for a big round to reach the ballroom =.= can't blame him thou, because his friend had given him the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing actually spice up the situation except Alonso keep nagging about the bored situation and not forgetting the after party. Everyone is looking forward for the after party except a few in our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, speaking about our table, the kaki is as usual, the CS gang and also some of vvicctt's friend. Alonso actually rate all of her friend including her with fingers down under the table, telling me which one is the prettiest lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a very funny situation which there's a guy n girl in my table (privacy issue, don't ask me who), the girl actually like the guy...very much i guess? she keep act in a way like she is so happy to go to ball with the guy and her actions....in my eyes is she kinda seducing the guy lol! there's one professional photographer taking table photo. After the table photo, the photographer actually asking is there any couple in the table so they he could take. Its funny that we all pointed and accussing both the guy n the girl are couples, so they took the photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part is when the photographer wash the photo and place it on the entrance, selling the photo. Not cheap, is 10-fucking-australian-dollar per photo. The girl actually saw the photo she took with the guy and she actually asked about the price, the conversation is kinda sad actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl : May i know the price for one photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy : BURN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he actually says it in front of the girl..Ouch.....that's hurt man...Its no funny actually, when you are the girl i guess. But anyway, they are couples now! so i guess everything is worth for them. A big congratulations to them i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afterparty is not bad i guess. Its Velour in Flinders lane. We actually went back to CS first and we took the tram there as its still available. Nothing much to say about the afterparty, a very typical clubbing outing. After the very cash-buring outing, we actually walked back to CS! I'm kinda enjoy that actually, in the middle of the night and you walk back with a bunch of buddies.... Halfway thru, Hungry Jacks again! but no more international signal this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, Uni's life would not be fun without this CS gang, although next year we might not staying in the same apartment anymore, but i do appreciate and cherish every moment we are having now. Altought we came from different major and even some are older,some are younger, the gap does not exist among us. Study hard and play hard is our common language i guess! more update about my Sydney trip soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115867394539278830?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115867394539278830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115867394539278830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115867394539278830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115867394539278830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/09/holiday-report.html' title='Holiday Report'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115799222915477425</id><published>2006-09-11T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:49:09.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucktards</title><content type='html'>I hate week 7, make me feels so uneasy. I dun like the feeling of rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate group assignments. I never like it when comes to &lt;s&gt;hanky-panky&lt;/s&gt; doing stuff together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when all your assignment partner are too dumb and too lazy to even move a finger. Ok, not all, but half of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, one of the fucktards looks more than decent which i thought i could rely much on him. for convienient sake, let's call him Turkey (because he's turkish). Yea, nice impression towards him, talk alot, sound so "leader-like". Its sad for your fellow TyplotioN to deal the same task with him. Until the 2nd last day before the submission date, i had received nuts from him. Fuck man, i dun mind doing the whole damn thing myself because i'm pretty sure i'll get higher marks than this fucked up groupy thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse from him? alot more assignment due on the same day shit. As if you're the only scumbag having more than one assignment to deal with. Its week 7 you know. Fucking fuck off if you can't handle your time wisely. I'll see what he says tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucktards usually comes with pair. There's another dickhead who can't really speak a lil more decent. What i mean here is, he can't speak properly even with his mother tongue. Nah not English, not like i can speak English that fluent also. Lets call him Pussy. There's always a story behind a name. (in this case, nickname)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussy is actually a 22 years old HongKee. From his outlook, he looks quiet, intelligent as well. Look further, he wears like a geek. WTF, white khaki with a shirt. He tight in his shirt like..like how you wear your school pants during primary school. Lucky enough, he wears a black jacket which cover up most of his ugly side. You can actually found tons of dandruff on his shoulder. This makes me lost appetite to have my lunch =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussy has a great skill. Pussy could cross his leg completely. Which implied that he is a fucking gay with no balls. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Pussy is not a bad person, i mean, at least he did his part. But that doesn't mean he successfully impress me. He is still a fucking gay. He did his part into point form and when i ask him to convert it into paragraph, he is telling me "aaaai ...dun hafu time!" WTF.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, sometimes these fucktards are so fucking dumb and stupid ( i know, same meaning but i just can't help it). Even Portugese Eggtards are smarter than them. Comparing them with eggtards would simply insult the eggtards. Eggtards are benefit to fill our stomatchs while fucktards is wasting the oxygen with every breath they took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about eggtards....ahh...i'm hungry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115799222915477425?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115799222915477425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115799222915477425&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115799222915477425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115799222915477425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/09/fucktards.html' title='Fucktards'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115744920542718978</id><published>2006-09-05T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:48:47.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/gallas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/gallas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smelly cunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in football world, which i personally couldn't take the odour coming out from his &lt;s&gt;mouth&lt;/s&gt; cunt at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what a player do when asked to play for his club :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Threaten to score own goal,&lt;br /&gt;2. Threaten to made himself send off&lt;br /&gt;3. Threaten to made delibrate mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless how much you contribute, you suck and hope you score more and more own goal for Arsenal. Get send off and never look back again. Bon voyage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115744920542718978?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115744920542718978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115744920542718978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115744920542718978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115744920542718978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-smelly-cunt-in-football-world.html' title=''/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115677370320641578</id><published>2006-08-28T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:48:03.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what you got when supporting Chelsea FC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/squad_pic_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/400/squad_pic_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CFC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2006/2007 season full squad photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i know...stop throwing me eggs first!! not like as if i've never encounter this situation before, by supporting my beloved football club. Be it back to my home country, or even the place now i'm standing- Melbourne. Its the same everywhere, people seems being get carried away from the fact that no matter how they brag/rant/shout/fuck/kill/whatever, the champion is still the champion, mind you, back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, the 3 reds supporter are everywhere, but what is wrong with these people? Just because Chelsea have a bigger pocket, these people start to ranting around like a son of an old prostitute about it. Football man, its football, concentrate on the pitch, not the pocket. Will you go yak like a bunch of old whore when you see someone living next door have a better car? bigger house? better looking wife than yours..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, they didn't make any noise when first Abramovic took over the club. The volume of hate voice started to increase when Chelsea starting to take the lead and clinch the title. You see, typical loser reaction, they rant when result not favour them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask myself, how long had i support them? not too long, bout 6 or 7 years maybe. Zola, Flo, Hasselbaink, Gudjohnsen, Wise, Gronkjaer..... too much for me to name it....The changing of sponsorship from Autoglass to Fly Emirates, until now Samsung Mobile, there's tons of stuff i can talk about Chelsea, i can even open up a new blog to talk about it. I have no shame to admit that, i'm a hardcore fans of Chelsea, and maybe lifelong. I will make sure that my son &lt;s&gt;play for Chelsea wearing number 7 jersey&lt;/s&gt; become a Chelsea fan as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People usually address me as a "True" Chelsea fans, because i support them for such a long time. Well, so what if i just support them now? or maybe right after they made a huge impact on the soccer world by celebrating their 100 year anniversary with a title? What is wrong with that? So what if people start to support Chelsea after Sheva and Ballack join the club? Tell me, anything wrong with that? You ManYoo fans, liverpool fans, tell me, how do you know your club? did they so something catch your eye, that's why you support them? People seems bias towards their mentality. I doubt that people would giving out such childish statement about the true and fucking fake fans if Chelsea doesn't achieve something today. Man, get a life, not like i care about what you saying about me, your 2 cent is not gonna make any influence either me, or the fact that Chelsea is now one of the strongest forces in the pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They like to complain alot, about anything. I understand and acknowledge that champion always caught attention. Even a small matter like the captain appear in casino would cause a big hoo-haa in the media. Not a bad thing thou, free media exposure. Chelsea with cash, its their advantage, they can afford to pay double the price of the player. I doubt anyone would comment if Sheva joining other club with 30m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, stop being a loser, face it, this is a league, nobody could pull you down unless you screw up yourself (like how Arsenal getting the worst start of the season now), you get three points by win a game and you fucking get nothing if you lose the game. Blame it yourself, not like every fucking match you did poorly has anything to do with Chelsea right? Neither do Chelsea put the blame on you when they lose or play badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the place i'm staying, everytime when there is a live match,especially Chelsea match, pathetic people would come from all over the place to watch. Not like they are Chelsea fans or they are supporting the opponent. They simply anti-Chelsea and hoping Chelsea to lose some symphaty pojnt so their beloved team could catch up. What a sad case and sad life for them. Typical loser, quote from one of the soccer &lt;a href="http://hantubola.blogspot.com/2006/08/early-season-blues.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, i simply love it when someone comment like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I love it when fans of other clubs react to Chelsea's result, It's like the performance of their own club don't even matter. lolz&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, i simply can't find any better phrase to describe this, people simply ignored the fact that their club are doing poorly, on the other hand, hoping Chelsea lose. Thanks for their concern and i wonder if this is the way they enjoy football match. LOLx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of ranting, i do not wish to be in a same group of people like those loser who rant on almost anything. It just a game anyway (ok, its a business for some people), enjoy it, not swearing and cursing up and down during the game, like what i usually hear when i'm at the resident lounge enjoying the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115677370320641578?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115677370320641578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115677370320641578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115677370320641578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115677370320641578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-what-you-got-when-supporting.html' title='This is what you got when supporting Chelsea FC'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115616855715105494</id><published>2006-08-21T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:47:31.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lecturer</title><content type='html'>take sometime to blog about my subject lecturer, some are awesome, some are &lt;s&gt;not-so-good&lt;/s&gt; parasite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super-White&lt;/strong&gt; (do translate it to chinese if you want to)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American lawyer-lecturer who seek some peace and stable time after both his twins are borned. His eyes looked like an ape with which have countless of sleepless night to deal with his twins. His pathetic way of staring at people will scared away a 5 years old kid,causing him/her become deprive and screw up his/her entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks that he have a great lawyer style's sense of humour which often make me laugh &lt;strong&gt;at&lt;/strong&gt; him, not &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; him. I still remember his lecture slide which sometimes incorporated his twin's photo. He must be thinking that we are so admiring his twins until he delibrately upload the lecture slide into the subject homepage including the photo as well. And we pathetic student that forgotten to check the slide will print the god damn pages full of &lt;s&gt;his twin's photo&lt;/s&gt; bull crap. By printing an additional piece of slide, sometimes it cost one more additional paper. And you know? Paper here is so fuckin' expensive. Definitely goes into one of my hatelist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical white collar ape that goes "...Yada Yada...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically he's okay. I mean, the subject content is okay, company law is a nice subject (sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wayne Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Don't get me wrong, not the Chelsea leftback. (if he ever plays football, i swear i'll boycott football, no , soccer.) This moron have the potential to stay on top of my hatelist for more that a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour that this muthafucka just received his Permanant head Damage(PhD) from who cares where he get it from. His inexperience really make us suffer alot. Basically he'll just mumble thruout the whole lecture. The best thing is the HR lecture is a two hour slot per week. Its hell for us every Wednesday 2-4pm. I reckon that heyna moaning would get me better orgasm than hearing his HR mantra chanting. Listening him for 15minutes can make me fall into sleep, stronger than any god damn sleeping pils. Summary about his performance from my fellow peers - "A monotone animal which causing imbalance to the university, no, the society."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i'll hate this subject even without this scumbag. This subject is so stupid which specially cater for those who lack of common sense in finding job and facing interview (they even have the so-called "practice interview session" in tutorial, no joke). I'm forced to take up this shit to complete my course. goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tommy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much complain about him yet. Quite a dedicated lecturer despite he has a heavy Austrian slang (you must be too fucking dumb to ask me what nationality he is, if it is not obvious enough). Clear and loud, unlike the moron above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the subject is not that intresting, but you tell me, is there any intresting subject in management field? So far so good. I'm happy to attend his lecture at least. Told ya, not much to complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danielle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only female lecturer this sem. Is the same lecturer i have last semester. So far i think she is the best lecturer i ever met in this uni. She made every fucking lecture so intresting and her teaching method never fail to make me stay alive. People who skip her class must be either too idiot or too fuckin' lazy to miss her lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good will it be for my entire course if all my lecturer are like her. Dream on, not even Uni of Melb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the education board of uni Melb, get a life man, replace that moron Wayne Bridge or you gonna break the record for the most student who fucking fail or drop the goddamn HR subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115616855715105494?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115616855715105494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115616855715105494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115616855715105494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115616855715105494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/lecturer.html' title='Lecturer'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115555825039376845</id><published>2006-08-14T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:47:07.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stevie's autobiography</title><content type='html'>Quote from his biography :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'As captain of Liverpool I deserved to be treated with more respect. I was not some spotty kid just up from the Academy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make some modify :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;As a one-kind arrogant shit who just won a dimwit Community Shield i deserved to be treated with more respect, altought i'm just a vice-captain far behind swiping John Terry's backside due to pityness from Steve McClaren. I love own goal and i always proud of that.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'We went around Germany blowing our own trumpet and returned home mute with embarrassment. I went back to England with only regrets for souvenirs and I was not alone&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let TyplotioN make some correction for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I myself went around Germany along with my vice-captain Carragher blowing job along Munich street and returned home with embarrassment for not able to unmute myself. I went back to England with malaria for souvenirs and i even lose to John Terry to hold the armband. I was not alone, at least Frank Lampard didn't get the job either. Mwahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115555825039376845?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115555825039376845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115555825039376845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115555825039376845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115555825039376845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/stevies-autobiography.html' title='Stevie&apos;s autobiography'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115538394429231989</id><published>2006-08-12T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T04:59:04.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Medicine</title><content type='html'>Alright its my turn to &lt;s&gt;fully utilize the fees i paid for OSHC&lt;/s&gt; fall sick now, i've being forced by H to go for doctor consultancy &lt;s&gt;since i've paid&lt;/s&gt; due to some health problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not a big problem actually, since i'm back from malaysia i've suffer some sort of irritation everytime i ate sometime, or even when i'm having empty stomatch. This makes me uncomfortable and guess what, i having the urge to vomit everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, that's the part i hate to do in Australia. Unlike Malaysia, you can't get your goddamn consultancy and medicine at the same place. You have to consult the &lt;s&gt;muthafucka&lt;/s&gt; doctor and get the prescription, bring the prescription to any pharmacy and buy your medicine. So troublesome rite? No wonder they need so many goddamn chemist here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've told the doctor my problem and i also told him about my sinus problem. he &lt;s&gt;muthafucka&lt;/s&gt; check me a few times and just give me the prescription ask me to buy the medicine from pharmacy. End of story. I don't even know what's the medicine for. Initially i guess all the vomit urge i suffer is due to my sinus problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pharmacy, hand the &lt;s&gt;worthless piece of paper (you can't get your medicine if you don't have that paper)&lt;/s&gt;doctor's prescription. The old chemist which i guess from his appearence, he should retire long time ago, hand me a handful of tablets, telling me how am i going to consume it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/Image042.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemist : Young man listen up, you need to consume twice a day, one tablet each time for two weeks, so here's 28 tablets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh well......(i hate medicine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemist : Please consume it DURING your meal, and stop taking any dairy product such as cheese, milk, butter because these will interfere with the medicine...and yes....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : *WTF* what do you mean during your meal?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chemist : You have you meal, halfway, stop, consume medicine, continue your meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : $#%#^&amp;* (this is the first time i heard 'bout this very special way of consume medicine, not before or after, but DURING your meal).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chemist : Young man, there's one more thing i have to warn you. Don't ever lay down within 3 hours after you consume the tablet. Trust me, it burns like hell in your chest. You might wanna try it, u'll get irritated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me : OMG, what kind of medicine you gave me? Why it sounds like poison more than medicine?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of cause i didn't say the last sentences, but i still feel weird, is it because i'm such a &lt;em&gt;sua-gu&lt;/em&gt; (fucking kampung boy in hokkien&lt;em&gt;)?&lt;/em&gt; But seriously i never heard such thing in my entire life, consume during food, can't lay down in three hours after you consume the medicine 0_o" I tought we suppous to rest,take a nap after having the medicine????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess i'll just follow what the professional says. Wish me luck, more update on the medicine (poison maybe?) if i still able to do so lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: long post i'm having for such an small issue. Too long winded i guess, i think i'm suffering menopause instead of sinus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115538394429231989?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115538394429231989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115538394429231989&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115538394429231989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115538394429231989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/weird-medicine.html' title='Weird Medicine'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115458103451550528</id><published>2006-08-02T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:40:54.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang's Poem</title><content type='html'>I still remember, when i went back Penang last month due to demise of my grandma, my uncle which couldn't keep his mouth shut to cheer up the situation. He told me a...urm..poem? which might found offensive to someone who knew the meaning or you might found it blur because you don't understand hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese (hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為JI亡國 (ooi Ji mong kok)&lt;br /&gt;為GIRL打中國 (ooi girl pak tiong kok)&lt;br /&gt;有時打埋美國  (wu si pak mai bee kok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direct translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Ji (jibai), sacrifice country,&lt;br /&gt;Because of Girl, attack China&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes attack USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning :&lt;br /&gt;One fler choose to keep JIBAI (means girl), and he doesn't mind to lose his country. means 要美人不要江山.&lt;br /&gt;A man can attack China because of a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a man attack USA as well..urm,..because of a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to apply this..urm...poem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X : Eh heard that Y sold his condo, his car because wanna go Europe holiday with his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : Are you sure? Y is not dat kinda person that so into vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X : What to do? His girlfriend want mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : *insert the poem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for today, Thank You for attending TyplotioN Hokkien class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115458103451550528?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115458103451550528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115458103451550528&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115458103451550528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115458103451550528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/penangs-poem.html' title='Penang&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115406728191787122</id><published>2006-07-27T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:14:41.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An intresting subject taught in University</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/does%20god%20exist.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/does%20god%20exist.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.unimelb.edu.au/HB/subjects/161-017.html"&gt;original source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intresting.......i wonder anyone would pick up the subject. Can you imagine bunch of student lead by a PhD lecturer together discuss about "does god exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i intro this to a friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;  says:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.unimelb.edu.au/HB/subjects/161-017.html   intro u 1 subject, damn nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she  says:&lt;br /&gt;wat stupid subject is thise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she  says:&lt;br /&gt;dun tell me u wanna take dis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i found dat melb uni got alot of super duper sohai subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says:&lt;br /&gt;u're not dat mou lie rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says:&lt;br /&gt;*liu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says:&lt;br /&gt;just like u lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how the student n lecturer together study DOES GOD EXIST thru out the whole semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says:&lt;br /&gt;u go try lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says:&lt;br /&gt;den u'll knoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says:&lt;br /&gt;who on earth will go study all dis subjects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says:&lt;br /&gt;wat r dey gonna work as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;work in uni lor, to discover more stupid subject to earn money! LOLZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115406728191787122?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115406728191787122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115406728191787122&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115406728191787122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115406728191787122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/intresting-subject-taught-in.html' title='An intresting subject taught in University'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115371655674702514</id><published>2006-07-23T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T21:49:16.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day back to uni</title><content type='html'>So you see, not only the bad weather welcome me back to Melbourne, but also the weird people in uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was &lt;s&gt;walking&lt;/s&gt; rushing to the class, there's one hell mad fler, carrying alot of hotdogs, planning to burn it in front of the Union House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he : hey mate, would you like some hotdogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : i don't mind, if its cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he : nah, hotdogs doesn't need to cook, just see how i eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he open one packet of frozen hotdog and place one in his mouth and start chewing. i was like WTF are you doing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he : see? its tasty, wanna try some? *hand me one piece*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : urm...no thanks, i'm rushing to class now, see ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eww......this makes me sit in the computer lab now instead of having lunch although i'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115371655674702514?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115371655674702514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115371655674702514&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115371655674702514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115371655674702514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-day-back-to-uni.html' title='First day back to uni'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115343800756023998</id><published>2006-07-20T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T16:26:47.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEZING</title><content type='html'>Mutha Fucka this is how Melbourne welcome me back. 1 Degree Celcius! Freezing.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update later, find somethin' to eat 1st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115343800756023998?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115343800756023998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115343800756023998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115343800756023998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115343800756023998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/freezing.html' title='FREEZING'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115294076009318857</id><published>2006-07-14T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:20:51.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last 8 days in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>I've encountered my happiest moment in my life. Don't ask why, i rather keep it to myself. Still, just here to say, i won't forget this very special moment in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sorry for lack of update. u know, too busy for everything when you have to settle all sort of stuff in a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115294076009318857?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115294076009318857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115294076009318857&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115294076009318857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115294076009318857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-8-days-in-malaysia.html' title='last 8 days in Malaysia'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115225446374678869</id><published>2006-07-06T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:41:03.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No update</title><content type='html'>No update for my Redang trip, anything just refer to &lt;a href="http://marcus-at-home.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma had passed away and we had rushed back to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might update after everything is settled down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115225446374678869?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115225446374678869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115225446374678869&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115225446374678869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115225446374678869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-update.html' title='No update'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115148776863330181</id><published>2006-06-28T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T09:07:30.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia lose!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/italy%20Vs%20Aus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/italy%20Vs%20Aus.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                 this is what i got from my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Hati ku pecah setelah mangetahui tragedi ini yang diakibatkan oleh refree-refree yang buta ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intresting, what if the refree blow the whistle 10 sec..no 5 sec earlier? Australia might go on in extra time and penalty kick and maybe win the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Neill, why your leg so &lt;em&gt;kacau&lt;/em&gt; 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckilly i'm back, if not seriously i'm gonna knnccb#$@%&amp;amp;^% the entire Lygon Street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115148776863330181?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115148776863330181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115148776863330181&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115148776863330181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115148776863330181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/australia-lose.html' title='Australia lose!!'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115131838505642155</id><published>2006-06-26T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T03:47:07.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Soccer</title><content type='html'>I think its worthwhile for me to say until 5am to watch this match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/figo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/figo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;poor refree, his hand must be damn tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 cards, included 4 red ones. Not a bad match i would say, at least good enough to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;All about this match is fighting, fighting nothing more but fighting. 16 card is not a small number mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, if you had missed the match, i suggest you watch the last 30minutes replay. Comfrim exiting and entertaining. At least you have something to talk about with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame to Figo, ex Player of the Year started the fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115131838505642155?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115131838505642155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115131838505642155&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115131838505642155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115131838505642155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/kung-fu-soccer.html' title='Kung Fu Soccer'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115106455030598646</id><published>2006-06-23T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T05:11:52.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those good old days</title><content type='html'>I still remember, when Mr Zain, my Business Law from Victoria Uni said this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;People who study in Help Institute seriously need help&lt;/em&gt; *finger pointing own head* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i still remember the good old days i have before i transfer to Melbourne. If i would have to quote down every intresting shits he said, i think i can publish a book "Word of Wisdom- Zain Agustin" lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Police in Malaysia, their father and mother not married when they are born&lt;/em&gt; " -when he talked about the police abusing their power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Monash's girl are like chopstick, Monash's guy looks like nerd&lt;/em&gt; " -when ask about his unpleasent experience when teach in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Go and have a spiritual talk with Mr. Johny Walker, Mr Tiger or Mr Carlsberg, don't play with drugs&lt;/em&gt; " - when urging student not to involve in drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;When you go back to your country, all the girls will be waving their flags to you welcoming you back&lt;/em&gt; " - his own way to encourage student to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;if you fail your course, when you go back to your country, all boys will be waiting for you (to main belakang with you&lt;/em&gt;)." - to treathen a student which didn't do his tutorial work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;That silly bugger sick in head&lt;/em&gt;....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;He think i dunno chinese, when the silly bugger scold me, i immediately reply with TIU NIA MA CA HAI&lt;/em&gt; " -when describing his encounter with ah beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;people who study ACCA, they are just bunch of educated cleark&lt;/em&gt; " - giving out his 2 cents about accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Would you bunch of people behind there stop yaking like a bunch of old prostitute?&lt;/em&gt; - asking the girls behind the lecture hall to STFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever he talk, he never fail to make me laugh, i miss the moment that he lecture, he makes the subject become more intresting with his beng-ish talk. Maybe i should pay him a visit when i get back to Malaysia. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115106455030598646?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115106455030598646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115106455030598646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115106455030598646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115106455030598646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/those-good-old-days.html' title='Those good old days'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115089251209391890</id><published>2006-06-21T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T05:42:32.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World cup season</title><content type='html'>Its World Cup season, but today its the end of my exam season, 3 more days and i'm back to Malaysia. Hope there's not much of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World cup season now so everything here also must World cup related, like this one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/Image081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so that your armpit won't smells like those player after 90 minutes of game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/Image079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/Image079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nike? u wish! the top one is not.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;comparison of &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com"&gt;someone's&lt;/a&gt; balls. Before and after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i bet too much. Until the grandma work in TAB also recognize me. She gave me the football on one particular world cup night. I was quite surprise when she said she actually keep it for me. Somemore pump the air for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite upset the day before she gave me because the ball only give out to first 50 person who came in the shop and when i reach there, urm..about 2 evening, needless to say, run out of stock. But now i got it! thanks nenek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Betting here is legal, check out their website &lt;a href="http://www.tab.com.au"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Their role is something like what we called &lt;s&gt;puki&lt;/s&gt; bookie in Malaysia. Malaysia, make it legalize la! So next time the police no need rushing to catch &lt;s&gt;puki&lt;/s&gt; bookie when football season starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115089251209391890?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115089251209391890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115089251209391890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115089251209391890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115089251209391890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-season.html' title='World cup season'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115060707709416454</id><published>2006-06-17T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:10:19.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very wrong thing to do during father's day</title><content type='html'>KNNBCCB!! I almost did a very wrong thing! almost!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Father's Day&lt;/span&gt;!" to my bookie, mistake la of cause. But the is not the worst part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is i almost send "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Portugal let 1.5 RM500 please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" to my dad!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so so so wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how the bookie feel? if he is still single? if he still haven't married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next, IMAGINE HOW MY FATHER FEEL IF HE RECEIVE THAT?! holy shit, next time i should concentrate when sending sms man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, this is the first time i studying in overseas so i can't greet my dad face to face, and this is also my first time celebrating father's day and watching World Cup at the same time lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115060707709416454?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115060707709416454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115060707709416454&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115060707709416454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115060707709416454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/very-wrong-thing-to-do-during-fathers.html' title='A very wrong thing to do during father&apos;s day'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-115029459569967348</id><published>2006-06-14T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T07:45:42.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is tag?</title><content type='html'>Some &lt;s&gt;bastard&lt;/s&gt; body said i've been tagged, but i have no idea what is tagged. Izzit place a price tag on your back? I feel tag is so stupid. And you have to pass the stupidity to your eight friends somemore in this exam season. Whatever, took my sweet half time of Spain vs Ukraine to make that fren feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, copy and paste the rules from &lt;a href="http://marcus-at-home.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The tag person have to come out with 8 different elements about his/her partner.&lt;br /&gt;*The tag person have to mention the gender of his/her lover.&lt;br /&gt;*You have to tag eight other people and leave a messege in ur blog&lt;br /&gt;* You don't have to do it again if you have been tagged the second time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;HAVE LOTS OF FUN!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Must not be lesbian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, why would i want you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Must not have a &lt;s&gt;lancheow&lt;/s&gt; dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Again, if not, why would i want you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Anything above &lt;s&gt;D&lt;/s&gt; A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like share airport with people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Polite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think u can scold diuuuuuuuuuuuu as frequent like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Must not be noisy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want a parrot standing beside you when watching World Cup rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Can cook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No maggi mee please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Must be a reader of my blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i no need repeat this to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Must support Chelsea &lt;s&gt;and hate Arsenal, Man Utd, Liverpool at the same time&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one and only serious elements. You can ignore the rest but not this one. Screw you if you ever said Van Persie is handsome. You should laugh at Peter Crouch's sohainess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End la. 2nd half almost start la.&lt;br /&gt;I dun like to pass the stupidity to people. So just let me be the one last stupid fler ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-115029459569967348?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115029459569967348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=115029459569967348&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115029459569967348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/115029459569967348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-tag.html' title='What is tag?'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114990892307052787</id><published>2006-06-09T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:03:58.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 2006 Germany</title><content type='html'>Yay, WC06 had finally started. Your fellow blogger here, is a &lt;s&gt;handsome,smart,caring,nerd, strong&lt;/s&gt; football fantaic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid once again bored out my fellow reader &lt;s&gt;especially those stupid nerds and girls that have no idea what is WC&lt;/s&gt;, i'm not going to talk about World Cup here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go &lt;a href="http://chelseaportal.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for any WC updates. Happy Watching! but don't watch until eyeball drop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114990892307052787?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114990892307052787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114990892307052787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114990892307052787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114990892307052787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-2006-germany.html' title='World Cup 2006 Germany'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114981993529871106</id><published>2006-06-08T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T19:25:35.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivory Coast</title><content type='html'>Whoa, World Cup 06 in on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the elephant and lion don't &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; play each other until both got up to final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally i support England as usual, and maybe something unusual this time....? I'm official a big fans of Ivory Coast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new face in international stage, capable to provide some rock-n-roll towards the entire competition, just like how Senegal rock Japan and Korea during WC 02. Tell me, how am i not going to support such team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take a rocket scientist to understand how the team act as underdog. Drogba as captain and Kalou, both from &lt;s&gt;my club&lt;/s&gt; Chelsea, Toure and Eboue from Arsenal, and a few more big name from French club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune and i'll update more about them. and yes, WATCH HOW THEY PLAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114981993529871106?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114981993529871106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114981993529871106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114981993529871106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114981993529871106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/ivory-coast.html' title='Ivory Coast'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114947184843715545</id><published>2006-06-04T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:49:33.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of HELPING SOMEONE ELSE</title><content type='html'>i'll be having exam in not more than 2 hours as i said in previous post. To release my tension, i've actually browse thru Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very new feature of Horoscope caught my attention and i've clicked on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cancer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The joy of helping someone else succeed will outweigh joy at your own success today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolx, you tell me how am i going to interprete this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The joy of helping someone else &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in exam&lt;/span&gt; will outweigh joy at your own success &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in exam&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i shall hope another cancerian saw this and help me out in exam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114947184843715545?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114947184843715545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114947184843715545&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114947184843715545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114947184843715545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/joy-of-helping-someone-else.html' title='The Joy of HELPING SOMEONE ELSE'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114947167260783162</id><published>2006-06-04T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:41:12.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some blessing from Buddha</title><content type='html'>Seriously i need some blessing from Buddha this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more hours then will be my first exam in foreign country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is, i started my revision 3 days before the exam and i'm tension now lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i deserve the blessing from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, despite i'm so so faithful towards &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, right? say YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me, at least a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114947167260783162?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114947167260783162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114947167260783162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114947167260783162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114947167260783162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-need-some-blessing-from-buddha.html' title='I need some blessing from Buddha'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114935631502474254</id><published>2006-06-03T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:24:22.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How a 6 years old kid making fun of Gerrard</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="370" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5YNvnL6QFg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5YNvnL6QFg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="370" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114935631502474254?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114935631502474254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114935631502474254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114935631502474254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114935631502474254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-6-years-old-kid-making-fun-of.html' title='How a 6 years old kid making fun of Gerrard'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114930953096098069</id><published>2006-06-02T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:02:53.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very GOOD tutor in The University of Melbourne</title><content type='html'>There is one particular tutor i hate very much. He is just a lifeless bastard that likes to pretend so so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i came here, my perceptions was since it is the best uni in aussie, the teaching staff must be damn &lt;em&gt;keng chao&lt;/em&gt; (high standard) also. But heck, it really doesn't turn out that way. I must say that he really worsen how i look at Singaporean now. No offend to our fellow neighbour but this bastard really should be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;crucified&lt;/span&gt; in front of the uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my 325-10x tutor. I love the subject because the lecturer is awesome. But i hate to attend the tutorial because this particular lifeless microorganism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His age is around 28 above if i'm not wrong. When i go for the 1st tutorial, he is still no bad, say hi to every student and sounds kinda friendly. He talk alot, really really alot, which is totally irrelevant to the subject. Our subject is mainly about different country with different culture that will affect the business condition. This fler talks about his so-called experiece around the world, teaching in Turkey, travel to China, walking down to Africa and alot that i couldn't remember. I mean, its good for him to share his experience to us but the way he present it is, he brag about it. C'mon, u lifeless Singaporean, what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the best thing is he occupied almost three quarter of the time to talk about it. Every tutorial different experience. Let me do the maths. A standard tutorial is about one hour. minus the first and last five minutes, 60-10= 50. Minus 15 minute for waiting for those forever-late-blardy-nuthead, 50-15=35. And he can't actually waste 20 minutes on bragging and end up, 35-20-15. Fifteen minutess, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all must be saying i'm such a pussy to complain about such tiny-mini stuff over here. I tell you, not yet finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt; : Typlotion, where are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me: Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt; : (telling the whole class) hmm, intresting. Anyone knows about the conflict between Malaysia and Singpore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;class : *silent*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt; : Last time Singapore is part of Malaysia.........blah blah blah water issue, kiasu-ism (300 words below censored. My blog is not for history lesson).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt; : So typically this two country's people doesn't really like each other. *look at me and the Singaporean girl sit beside me and talk in a joking manner*, so you two hate each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, excuse me, who the fuck are you to comment so much here. Why the hell there is such kind of low life createre around this uni. Aren't this uni is proud with its teaching standard and learning experience? Personally i don't really mind with this kind of jokes. But this scumbag here really makes the whole university subject like a joke. And not yet, things not yet end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Next few classes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt; : Typlotion, where you from again?hmm...Malaysia! am i right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me : yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so happened today's topic is about culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt; : I remember your ex-PM dr. Mahai-tears is a very brilliant guy, blah blah blah blah, isn't him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me : urm..maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt; : and Malaysia is blahblahblahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes he is praising Malaysia. But the way he talk, is like indirectly insulting that i'm from Malaysia. And yes, he likes it very much, to emphasize that i'm from that country! I wanna make things clear, i'm not that kind of people that really patriotic, and not like i like my own country very much nor do i really care what people talks about it. But the way he present himself really really downgrade the entire teaching unit in uni and leaving people to question about what he actually learn in Singapore education system. Does his mother teach him about manners? I doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i really find a hard time to communicate with this lifeless bastard. I'm the one always being called upon to answer his shit question and after i answer, he look at me with one kind. Yes i know i speak no good Engrlish, but don't pretend that you dunno what i'm talking. Fuck i said, my father paid the tuition fees for me to learn, not for me to see how an idiot spreading around racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 weeks are damn fast. Needless for me to attend any of his tutorial anymore, makes me feel rejuvenate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Swot vat, i'm actually attending a pit stop tutorial for another subject. So happened my tutor is also Singaporean. Don't get me wrong, he is a one nice person. He is always willing to help and he treats his student like friend. He deserve my utmost respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pit stop tutorial actually held in a, urm..not too small room inside my faculty buildings. When my tutor is explaining some concepts to me, this bastard eventually came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt; : Hey Typlotion! why are you here? You also one of his student? *pointing to my tutor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me : urm..obviously yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, i realize that they knew each other. but doesn't matter, let me finish the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tutor&lt;/span&gt; : u're from Malaysia rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me : yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tutor&lt;/span&gt; : which part? Kuala Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me : hmm sort of....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tutor : icic. Hey xxx(that bastard), u're from which part liao? Johor Bahru or Kuala Lumpur? i forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt; : 你吃屎啦! i'm Singaporean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tutor&lt;/span&gt; : Yalar i know, i mean, your partner. Where are you going to stay after marriage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt; : ooh! u mean my partner, she's from JB lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now y'all see? Why are you giving such extreme reaction when my tutor said that u're from Malaysia (or at least you misinterprete that my tutor said that you are from Malaysia). Is it very shameful for people to actually mistook that you are Malaysian? From this very short conversation, you are giving me a very strong perceptions that you look Malaysian as a lower grade citizen than Singaporean. You think Malaysian is inferior. You think you as Singaporean are the best. You preceived everyone from Malaysia speak no good England. You fucking low life bastard, you country is ashamed because of your existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, sometimes i really hate this kind of people. If you really don't like certain people, keep it to yourself. I feel sad for your mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114930953096098069?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114930953096098069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114930953096098069&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114930953096098069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114930953096098069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/very-good-tutor-in-university-of.html' title='A very GOOD tutor in The University of Melbourne'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114914774622949890</id><published>2006-06-01T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:05:38.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/badge_centenary1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/200/badge_centenary1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/200/cf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this? Not me of cause. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; new signing - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Andriy Shevchenko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess needless for me to talk alot about him cause everyone knows him. If you don't know, press your head on the photocopy machine and press copy, then laugh at the copy of your nut head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will prove everything. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Champions league&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Trophy, we had reserve a slot for you in our club museum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114914774622949890?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114914774622949890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114914774622949890&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114914774622949890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114914774622949890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/who-is-this-not-me-of-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114892566386542036</id><published>2006-05-29T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T11:01:05.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful dinner</title><content type='html'>Its a very special night for me, or maybe another two too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i had a very special dinner too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had y'all ever tried a dinner with all the dishes are same, with different name?&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/Image057.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/Image057.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Combination of seafood with vegetable, Curry chicken with vegetable (o_O) and Fried pork with vegetable. And my fault, should take picture before they went into our stomatch. Fuck, they all looks the same and yes, they taste the same too! Yes i know, there is still differences such as one with seafood, one with pork and one with chicken, but its kinda crap.&lt;br /&gt;I think the restaurant owner sick in her head to create such menu item. Now i know how the chinese sia sui their own face in Melbourne with this kind of dishes. I think they can con those stupid Aussies, but not us. Especially the curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/Image057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the curry chicken, it's the last dishes that yet to serve. We're expecting something ordinary, like...urm...at least with gravy? and fuck, it appears to be the same with brocolli, carrot and some vegetable that i dunno what is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the chef lack of big brain to think of anything new. No wonder they stay and work at the same place. I mean, the place they work is the place they stay/sleep/eat/shit&lt;s&gt;/fuck&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, a horrible restaurant must come with a horrible shop name. The restaurant name is 福祿壽 (pronouce Fu Lu Shou,cantonese : Fuk Luk Sao), with a nice English name "Fu Lu". Blardy hell, they even lazy to translate the entire name but only "Fu Lu". Fu mean luck, Lu means money? (i'm not sure, correct me if i'm wrong). They put Fu Lu without Shou. I think they don't want to live any longer because Shou = age/life. No wonder they create such a horrible dishes. They should suicide. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic said wanna laugh if the 3rd dishes (which is the curry chi&lt;s&gt;bai&lt;/s&gt;ken) appears to be the same. But end up she didn't do so because me n H appear to be too serious in face. My appology, it is because i'm too shock to see three same shit on my table, for my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt a lesson that if the name of the restaurant appear to be too pathetic for you, you can have the same judgement towards their food. You are always right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114892566386542036?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114892566386542036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114892566386542036&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114892566386542036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114892566386542036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/wonderful-dinner.html' title='Wonderful dinner'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114883703018013151</id><published>2006-05-28T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T10:23:50.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How World Cup 2006 have relationship with Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jesusandtheworldcup.com/"&gt;http://www.jesusandtheworldcup.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114883703018013151?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114883703018013151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114883703018013151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114883703018013151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114883703018013151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-world-cup-2006-have-relationship.html' title='How World Cup 2006 have relationship with Jesus'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114834812921757512</id><published>2006-05-22T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:35:29.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not gay!!!</title><content type='html'>Fark!! I'm actually browsing net in my uni's union house and for the sake of finding something to do, i just browse thru this webside --&gt; &lt;a href="http://colinandkero.blogspot.com"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; and the guy sat beside me stare at my monitor and give me that one kind of look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!! I'm not gay!! WTF, it just so happened that i ngam ngam browse thru that website!!! Luckilly is a guy who sat beside me, not girl. If not how am i going to face people next time?! WTF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114834812921757512?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114834812921757512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114834812921757512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114834812921757512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114834812921757512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-not-gay.html' title='I&apos;m not gay!!!'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114832002428996327</id><published>2006-05-22T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:47:04.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i ask myself, what is the purpose to blog? to show how pathetic you are in this very own cyber space? or rant 'bout your fuckin' way of thinkin' that seems too hard for the society to accept, and yet you still being a coward in real life that only dare to speakup and backstab in your very dark corner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not what i want. But hell ya, i don't see any direction when i blog. I don't even know what message that i wanted to pass to you, yes, you pathetic moron that reading this. You get what i mean? Sometimes i don't even know what i wanted to write. Like now, you might feel weird, u doesn't see any point in this post. Cause, this is what exacly in my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;N O T H I N G  T O  B L O G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say, have a not very good weekend in this very pathetic country. Life goes on as usual, final exam in two weeks time doesn't sound as alarm to buzz me up from my dreamland. I'm still as slack like what i did for my fucking year 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear World Cup, WHY CANT YOU START EARLIER? WHY MUST YOU START ON THE SAME DATE AS MY EXAM? 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title='Blog'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114826415143511936</id><published>2006-05-21T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:21:50.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>其实每个男孩，本来都是想做一个感情专一的好男人的。　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实每个男孩，本来看女孩子都是看脸而不是胸部的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实每个男孩，本来都是不会讲黄色笑话的。　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实每个男孩，本来都是渴望爱一个人直到永远的。　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是，没有任何女孩爱这样的男孩，她们觉得这样的男孩太幼稚，太古板，没有情趣。　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是男孩开始改变，变成女孩喜欢的那种 嘴角挂着坏坏的笑,玩世不恭或者幽默　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开始学会说甜言蜜语而不是心里想说的话 开始学会假装关心，学会给女孩送小饰物讨好她 学会如何追求，如何把握爱情。 或者看破红尘，游戏情场，成为女人恨恨的那种男人　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们可以很容易俘获女孩子的心 但是他们也会在黑的夜里叼着烟流泪 心里有爱的时候，没有女孩.有了女孩，却永远没有了爱的感觉 在听到女人在抱怨世上没有一个好男人的时候，他们不再努力去做个好男人，只是微笑着擦肩而过没用同样的经历，但是有同样的感觉……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came across this in a bbs and i found it very very true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114826415143511936?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114826415143511936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114826415143511936&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114826415143511936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114826415143511936'/><link rel='alternate' 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table'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114763891502226391</id><published>2006-05-14T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T13:35:15.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>婆婆</title><content type='html'>致親愛的婆婆:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;近來還好嗎? 請原諒你這個不孝孙未能行孝道來看你, 在外國嘛 沒辦法, 明年或後年補雙份好嗎? 就知道你最疼我的, 誰叫我是你僅有的幾個內孙之一呢? 都怪你的子女們啦, 也讓我能獨自分享了您老人家最大的關懷和愛.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這ㄦ沒國內的好, 一切要自己打點, 尤其是吃, 有時真的很受不了自己的廚藝, 吃的怎麼都沒你和媽煮的好. 我今天在外吃了頓珈喱飯 味道很像, 就想起你們來了. 就知道你會說我貪吃, 說我想到吃才想到您老人家. 也難怪啦, 在眾多媳婦中, 只有媽繼承了你那一手廚藝, 也多了本錢來養胖你這貪嘴的孙.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你還記得嗎? 我最期待每個周末, 公公會駕著爸為他買的跑車載著你來我們家,我總迫不及待地衝出來迎接, 因為你不僅帶了來小住的衣物, 你那一大鍋的滷雞腳, 就是把我綁在飯桌前的最佳鉫鎖. 你總愛做在沙發上, 讓我為你捶背. 聽聽我把家里的是都報告一篇. 你也愛把你那重復了n篇的故事和民谣說給我聽, 而我者在旁充當你你最忠實的聽眾,一次又一次地回味, 同樣的問題, 問了還想再問.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直到現在, 我也是家里最淘氣的一個, 我這個做孙的也一次又一次地惹您老人家生氣. 我還記的, 當我家還沒裝上自動們時,大概九歲吧, 爸媽出去了,剛好您在我家負責看顧我. 下午了,平時的我都會拿了背包,騎上腳車就往外跑. 這次爸媽不在, 就算我解釋了n次,說爸媽平時都讓我下午出去玩, 你都猛搖頭,說外面危險. 於是我就跟你扛上了, 我記的我還說了一些很難聽的話..婆婆, 不要放在心上好嗎?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我懂事以來, 我的紅包總是最大封的, 對嗎? 我永不會忘記在我小六考得全甲, 你的奖励我總是第一個收到的. 真的 如果沒有您的勉勵, 我今天不會站在這另一片國土上, 就為了圓那ㄦ時的夢. 婆婆, 我做到了, 我如今踏上了澳洲最好的大學了, 您看到了嗎? 我好想與你分享這喜悅, 我好想抱著你,在你耳邊說我做到了......你聽到我了嗎?婆婆...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有五年了吧? 抱歉我總是記不得, 你最後一次親自下廚, 我最後一次與您說話, 我最後一次從你手中接過紅包, 新年時和你一同抓著一副牌賭博, 你總是愛問我要抽多一張牌嗎......看著你從一個臉帶慈祥, 到你臥病不起, 那時的我, 還天真的說您沒事的.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我永遠都原諒不了自己, 你因長期臥病需要人照顧而住在我家, 更因行動不變及失禁而包尿片. 有一次我竟然當著你面前和爸媽打趣的說你房間好臭, 就連爸媽叫我住嘴, 我還理直氣壯地說 '是真的嘛!我又沒說錯!" 天啊, 當時的我怎麼了? 讀了一生的四書五經, 我還是個人嗎?可知到我是徹徹底底地傷了婆婆您的心嗎? 你嘴里不說, 但我知道, 你也不想的...我真的知道了,婆婆.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你就在急急忙忙的情況下送入醫院, 住了好幾個月. 期間,我還是有去看你, 並堅信總有一天你會好起來的, 我一直都這麼堅信.....漸漸的, 爸爸帶我去看婆婆的次數少了..我問了爸爸您的狀況, 爸的答案從來就沒讓我滿意過.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;聽媽說, 您常覺的很辛苦, 時常向爸提出安樂死, 婆...這樣好嗎? 我還沒看夠你呢...你怎麼就這樣說, 你的孙在家等著你回來呢....就這樣, 當醫生宣佈你腦死時, 爸和叔叔放棄了, 拔管吧...就這樣, 我連見你一面, 和你說一句話的機會都沒了. 永遠,永遠都不可能出現了..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;婆, 你回來了, 但你不再說話了, 你還聽到我說話嗎? 你身體冷冰冰的, 我還有好多話沒說完呀.....你聽見嗎? 你醒醒呀......您的孙在呼喚你呀.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸說眼淚不能掉在婆婆身上, 這樣您會走得不安心的, 我沒哭, 忍了整天, 到最後還是忍不住了. 我放聲大哭, 你回來呀............... 儀式做了三天, 但爸始終沒掉過一滴眼淚, 他不想亂了方寸, 我知道他忍了好久好久,.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;婆, 我還是你心目中最愛的孙嗎? 五年了, 你怎麼都沒報夢給我呀? 我好想知道你的近況, 您也會在天國的另一端看著我們吧? 我有太多太多的話想告訴您了, 我好想你呀..........我好想你出現在我的畢業典禮, 我好想念有你在的日子. 您知道嗎?新年不再是新年了, 您多了幾個孙,也多了幾個不孝子, 我看得出公公真的很寂寞. 自從您走後, 他跟ㄦ女們有了些摩擦, 現在一個人住. 我好心疼, 婆婆, 我該怎麼做呢? 雖然情況有些好轉了, 但我還是希望能像從前那樣... 婆婆, 您教我怎麼扭轉這局面好不好? 公公年級也不輕了, 您保佑他好不好...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今年的母親節過的還好吧, 希望做為15個孩子的母親的你, 能快快了了地度過吧! 我也不多說了, 您多保重哦!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;思念您的不孝孙上.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114763891502226391?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114763891502226391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114763891502226391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114763891502226391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114763891502226391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='婆婆'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114728517813539469</id><published>2006-05-10T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:19:38.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet's wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/Image045.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/Image045.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what i found in library gent's toilet. Can't read it? no worries, i'll write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****WARNING*****&lt;br /&gt;translation below might be offence to certain religion. Do read at your own risk. However, translation below is just according to the &lt;s&gt;fact&lt;/s&gt; photo and TyplotioN held not responsibility under what so-ever circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the reason most muslims are stupid is because they have been driven to ignorance by following the Koran(?). There is no rich muslim country unless it is lucky with oil. Read the Koran and it will order you to kill innocent people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mohamed is anxxx smartass that has manage to decides(?) people to follow his "spastic ways" Islam will never conquer the world cos (cause) humanity is too powerful!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays treat the toilet's wall as forum. To spread anti-religion message and all sort of racist signal. Not to mention this is a toilet inside Australia best university. Lolz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114728517813539469?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114728517813539469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114728517813539469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114728517813539469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114728517813539469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/toilets-wall.html' title='Toilet&apos;s wall'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114728428058921754</id><published>2006-05-10T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:04:40.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pea-Cock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/Image044.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/Image044.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114728428058921754?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114728428058921754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114728428058921754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114728428058921754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114728428058921754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/pea-cock.html' title='Pea-Cock'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114699088840412384</id><published>2006-05-07T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T01:39:02.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen at your own risk</title><content type='html'>not recommended to children below 18. &lt;a href="http://rojaks.blogspot.com"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.bolt.com/audio/audio_player_mp3_branded.swf?contentId=881327&amp;contentType=3' loop='false' quality='high' bgcolor='ffffff' width='360' height='350' name='audio_player_mp3' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='sameDomain' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114699088840412384?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114699088840412384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114699088840412384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114699088840412384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114699088840412384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/listen-at-your-own-risk.html' title='Listen at your own risk'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114690104645144302</id><published>2006-05-05T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:10:54.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Again folks, i think i have to stress it over and over again. I'm not racist or againts anything, just to express my feelings towards the action of Christian Extremist. You know what is Christian extremist? it is a bunch of people that take religion far too complicated than the normal ones which creates problem for the society. Please don't get me wrong by pointing your finger accusing me as racist or whatever you call it.&lt;/span&gt; If you are not comfortable to read it, please do not proceed. I'm not forcing you to do anything. At the end, it just my piece of opinion. Cheers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a movie or a book? i not sure. but heard quite a lot of bloggers comment on it. Heard that alot of people, especially those blardy Christian are complaining and make alot of noise. I think they planned to boycott it. Some government even ban the movie i think. Not really sure. I'll address them as Christian Extremist(CE) here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before continue reading, feel free to have a look what this typical CE wrote ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://cantuar.blogspot.com/2006/04/should-we-boycott-da-vinci-code.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the content, cause i didn't read it, but from what i heard, seems like the author wrote something no good about Christian, so they make noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so much noise to make? Buay song don't read/watch la! If you wanna boycott the movie, shut your fucking mouth and stuff it with banana, stop going around and bitching about the movie. Movie is for you to enjoy, u feel suffer? go fuck yourself then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, before further your reading, go here too ----&gt;&lt;a href="http://catholicfire.blogspot.com/2006/04/1000-prayer-vigils-against-davinci.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protest prayer? in front of theater? am i listening to a joke now? C'mon, stop make yourself looks like an idiot. I'll remain silent if you onli go for protest. I'll just laugh if y'all protest in front of a theater. But protest prayer in front of theater, congratulations, you had just being awarded 'the most retarded community' , because you had triple-ed your sohainess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your school/mom/kindergarden or whatever doesn't tell you what is fiction? Ask your dad bring you to library and have a look around, you'll find more than half of library collections are fictions. It just a story man, what does fiction means? it just a story, STORY, nothing else buy STORY that people make up to entertain you, you moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You CE are the one who causing an imbalance to the society, people relax relax bring whole family to watch movie, and you fuckin' pathetic moron go and protest. Why don't you go and protest about "Three Little Pigs" or "Finding Nemo"? I don't think pigs and fishes can talk either, it just a cartoon. Go protest la! mahai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of da vinci code thing, if i have time, i'll go and watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next i would like to talk about these Christian Extremist. Before going any further, i would like to stress out that i'm not an anti-christ or what so ever. Basically, i'll just hate whoever that are over religious. I have a lot of friends, some of them are christian, and i can tell you they are very nice. We don't talk about religion. We have fun together and we respect each other. I understand that they reject my invitation and outing on every Sunday morning because they have to go church, there's nothing odd for me. You are still my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i hate to hear that, "Only our lord would bring you to heaven", "Christianity is ultimate truth to life", "信耶穌者上天堂''. 'Christian is a bridge between heaven and earth, its the ONE and ONLY way to get access to heaven"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get access to heaven? Use Touch' n Go la! They think that christian is the only Smart Tag to access heaven. You christian can claim that you are the only true religion in the world. What is that then? "Only christian can go to heaven", are you christian extremist trying to undermine other religion? Should other religion organize a Protest Prayer in front your Church then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are just silly in their mind. Freedom to be in any religion. This is a very basic human rights. You have your own religion? Good, shut up and go pray but don't think you can change the world by yaking around, bothering people around you to follow your tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely annoyed when a christian walk up and tell me all sorts of nonsense. Out of cortesy, i said No with a big smile when they ask me "come join us, keep Jesus in your heart". But there's limit. I feel like giving a punch right in front his/her face if they start talking about their religion, stating Christian is the only religion that brings you to heaven etc etc. You fuckin' christian (let me emphasize on this again, NOT ALL) are ignorance. Leave me alone, i'm not the person you want. Go find someone else which feel impressed with your Touch' n Go card to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this is my blog. I'm not intrested to engage in any debates especially with those Christian Extremist. This is not the place for YOU. To my friend, you understand who am i and what kind of person i am, i'm not addressing you. The ONLY person will get offended by my post, is those Christian Extremist. Why? Cause you know i'm talking bout you. =) SUE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to &lt;a href="http://keiness.blogspot.com/2006/04/hahaha.html"&gt;Kei&lt;/a&gt; for bringing up this issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114690104645144302?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114690104645144302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114690104645144302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114690104645144302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114690104645144302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code.html' title='Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114673345528957308</id><published>2006-05-04T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T02:08:02.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operational jokes</title><content type='html'>Sam, our OM tutor, actually burst out such joke that i found its quite meaningful :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During post-WWII, USA are quite a leading country in every industry. However, this doesn't mean that they are doing a good job, it just RELATIVELY good compare with other country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average industry efficiency for production is out of every 100 product, there are 20 defects, which equilvalent to 20%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ang moh, which i forgotten the name, think that the 20% of defects are a form of wastage and atually America can do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the ang moh start roll calling most of the leading firm's big taukeh to have a meeting, asking that izzit possible to do anything thing to upgrade the quality of production. Despite that they are leading firm, such defective does not cause any significant influence towards their profits, every taukeh actually ask him GO TO SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With dissapointement, the ang moh leave the country and trying to proposed this minimum defective strategy to Japan. Japan welcomed him and most of the firm actually acknowledge this ang moh's idea and start to making major change in their production line, product and process design, quality management etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years of revolution, Japanese firm such as Toyota, Hitachi, Panasonic had out performed any of those USA firms. They are able to provide damn high quality goods, yet relatively cheaper than USA firms offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese firm had beaten those ang moh firm kao kao lat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think USA firm gonna sit there, open their &lt;s&gt;leg&lt;/s&gt; mouth wait for gold to drop down from the sky? No of cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One USA firm are thinkin' of producing a type of tiny machine which i dun know what it used for. However, to produce this type of small machine, a smaller semi-conductor is needed. You think USA able to produce? Bang your hand on the wall and continue reading (if you still awake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually sub contract the semi-conductor producing job to Hitachi in Japan. Of cause, they envy and hate these Japanese firm hence they give out a condition that Hitachi must product not more than 14 defects in the millions of semi-conductor. Or else they're not gonna accept the stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, sounds damn &lt;em&gt;pai ka&lt;/em&gt; rite? USA can't even reach such standard and they are asking for so much. I think they wanna challange Hitachi, make them malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month later, Hitachi had produce the millions of semi-conductor as planned. Hitachi sent the millions of semi to USA with a damn big carton which i dunno what they called it. It accompanied with a small box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The USA firm staff checked the carton and then finally realized there's a small box came with the carton. The staff feel curious and hence pass it to the production director(PD). The PD opened the box and found a small paper note writing " Sir, very sorry that we do not understand what do you mean by DEFECT. To actually understand what do you mean by DEFECT, we had use a hammer to smash on 14 semi-conductor and they are just inside the box. Thank you and hope you satisfy with our product."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114673345528957308?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114673345528957308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114673345528957308&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114673345528957308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114673345528957308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/operational-jokes.html' title='Operational jokes'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114647153291392815</id><published>2006-05-01T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:18:52.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Seng Boleh</title><content type='html'>Browse thru my msn contact list and i found one of my very best friend's nick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If Chelsea boleh, Ah Seng pun boleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then change my nickname into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Ah Seng boleh, No doubt Jerome also boleh, if Ah Seng tak boleh, Chelsea and Jerome still boleh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end, both of us laugh our ass off. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenson, stop laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114647153291392815?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114647153291392815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114647153291392815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114647153291392815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114647153291392815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/ah-seng-boleh.html' title='Ah Seng Boleh'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114632310712087348</id><published>2006-04-29T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T05:47:43.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*****CHELSEA WON THE PREMIERSHIP TITLE*****</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO!! The feeling is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, as EXPECTED, Chelsea won the 2nd premiership title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the excitement doesn't end here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/cfc_nsimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/cfc_nsimp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chelsea beaten blardy ManUtd 3-0 with a nice clean sheet at HOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'all know? out of 3 goal, 2 are from our defender, Gallas and Carvalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/manutd_h54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/manutd_h54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U asking me which scene i like the most? Seriously, i can't resist to watch it again and again that Mourinho actually walked up to ManUtd, shaked their stinky hand. Not only Ferguson, but EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/manutd_h68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/manutd_h68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next would be this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/rooneystretcher184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/rooneystretcher184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This f*cking bastard deserve it! He didn't get the card when he 1st tackle Drogba both of his leg, voilent conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the god is watching. Not more than ten minutes, this sial fler &lt;s&gt;walk&lt;/s&gt; fly out from Stamford Bridge with Chelsea's latest technology, flying carpet.Kidding. He didn't manage to walk out by himself. Such an enjoyment after a tiring trip to Philip Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match, a scumbag sittin' in front of me, keep shouting "f*ck Chelsea". Needless for me to take any action, H actually shouted back "F*CK ManUtd" and one of these social rubbish actually heard it, and turned back looking at her, as if we care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/terrytrophy1841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/terrytrophy1841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, very SYOKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. Chelsea fler are E&amp;E, effective and efficient lah! Stage is ready right after the match, the ceremony damn touching, make me so wanna &lt;s&gt;laugh at those f*cking ManUtd fler, come back next season la&lt;/s&gt; drop tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/manutd_h58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/manutd_h58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trophy is out from the musuem and then placed back in, what a season, an unbeatable home record, what more you can ask from a club? Had you ever see Club(s) with almost every single player can score? Maybe next time we should aim for Petr Cech to score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/manutd_h71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/manutd_h71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without Cech, there's no Chelsea, What a brilliant idea to keep Cech, applause should goes to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It such an entertaining game. Poor ManUtd, come back next season, educate your fans. For Arsenal, my condolence to y'all, keep it up to catch the last CL qualifying ticket lolz. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/manutd_h14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/manutd_h14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liverpool, don't waste your effort, trash West Ham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're here and we're still fighting. Eyeing for next season's title. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/1600/manutd_h13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1516/629/320/manutd_h13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114632310712087348?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114632310712087348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114632310712087348&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114632310712087348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114632310712087348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/04/chelsea-won-premiership-title.html' title='*****CHELSEA WON THE PREMIERSHIP TITLE*****'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114568151569542579</id><published>2006-04-21T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:51:55.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>luckilly unlucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FFFFFFFFFFFFFFuck!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know when are you going to hit the jackpot. So do i. FCUKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit the jackpot!! but i didnt place a jackpot bet! This is so blardy fcuked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up i get my Ante but i've missed the jackpot payout which is 5 times more than my Ante bet. 4 numbers u know! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!summore not RM, its AUSSIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so so down......... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want jackpot!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114568151569542579?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114568151569542579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114568151569542579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114568151569542579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114568151569542579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/04/luckilly-unlucky.html' title='luckilly unlucky'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114550974432507355</id><published>2006-04-19T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:09:47.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What 2007 Car Should You Drive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Drive a Ford Shelby Mustang Cobra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/ford-cobra.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have an extreme need for speed, even when you're not in a hurry.And while your flying by, you don't want to look like every other car on the road!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; 2007 Car Should You Drive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114550974432507355?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114550974432507355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114550974432507355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114550974432507355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114550974432507355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-2007-car-should-you-drive.html' title='What 2007 Car Should You Drive?'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114538135465708670</id><published>2006-04-18T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:29:14.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy thought</title><content type='html'>Suddenly, i have a thought, what if the air could conduct electric?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think population in the whole world would drop to 0 within 20 second?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i be one of the whole world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i'm da only onli survive? and of cause my beloved Crown Casino. Muahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayb i should think about if meteor strike melb uni, so i can have a longer easter break. The possibility is higher. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3am now. GO SLEEP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114538135465708670?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114538135465708670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114538135465708670&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114538135465708670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114538135465708670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/04/crazy-thought.html' title='crazy thought'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20152308.post-114529355014358215</id><published>2006-04-17T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:06:15.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 More Point!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Its getting closer an exited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chelsea 3 - 0 Everton &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;the stupid f*cking born loser which get kicked out during the 1st stage of UEFA Champions League which now standing in the bottom 10 in the premier league which...the list goes on......&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more points to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sorry here to inform that Chelsea is going to celebrate their 2nd premiership title in Blackburn's homeground!! (if they manage to grab at least a point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, i still prefer them to celebrate at Stamford Bridge. why? Homeground mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had learned sth tonight, that goal keeper can't pick up the backpass ball by the defender, they must clear it with legs. 0.o" gosh, I didn't know that &lt;s&gt;as i self proclaim as a football fanatic&lt;/s&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, as usual, there's still some &lt;s&gt;moron&lt;/s&gt; born loser yaking/boosting around. My next few post will talk bout them. Stay tune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20152308-114529355014358215?l=typlotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114529355014358215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20152308&amp;postID=114529355014358215&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114529355014358215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20152308/posts/default/114529355014358215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://typlotion.blogspot.com/2006/04/1-more-point.html' title='1 More Point!!!!!'/><author><name>typlotion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13609694565128439127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/04/5774035/150775229l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
