<?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-3712591902886370765</id><updated>2011-08-02T10:04:11.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Live Under One Blue Sky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-4009638653140848794</id><published>2011-05-06T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T01:48:37.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changing to a new blog!</title><content type='html'>yeah somewhat i start to feel that this blog is a little gay. so i'm gonna change to another blog. maybe it wouldn't be as fancy as this one (cause i kinda have a life right now?) so here's the link XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://eddiesstorybook.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-4009638653140848794?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4009638653140848794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=4009638653140848794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4009638653140848794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4009638653140848794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2011/05/changing-to-new-blog.html' title='changing to a new blog!'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-675179827287722842</id><published>2010-08-08T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:25:46.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was a blast</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, a couple of my friends invited me to go watch organised performances by my previous school or what they call it a concert. Well, in my head at the time, I seriously thought that it will seriously bore me to death cause of some previous experiences and of course my school's past reputation. I was really put off and totally did not even think to show up added by the fact that the cheapest tickets cost like RM15 and I was in a money slump. It's a good thing that I still gave my faith to the school and showed up anyway. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did show up, but certainly not because of my faith to my school for sure. What could possibly make me change my stubborn as a rock mind then? Well? If you were a guy? What would you think could make such a horrendous change? Deng deng deng! That's right, girls. Yes I know I'm sounding very very shallow right now. But who could turn down an invitation from pretty girls? And no I'm not complimenting you Mei Yi. She even offered to find me some last minute tickets so why not? She does so much anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I would've really regretted not going. Seeing that I had THAT much fun. Seeing old friends, making new ones. Most of all, most of the performances blew me off my seat. Something I did not expect from my ex-school. Although some did still suck... and those that sucked... was very very sucky. The main point here is, the teachers let students organise the whole thing, which most schools would not have to balls to risk, and there were many many Korean performances. Wooohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I won't talk about the good performances cause well, they're good and no comments. What I REALLY wanna talk about is those that I really really do not favor. For instance, shuffling. Not the cards, the dance. Sometimes some people just lose track of the term shuffling. It's a dance that requires the moving of the body to create a flow that immitates the flow of waves and also a dance that soothes and makes people feel good just by watching it. But then, I have no idea why, but the natives here, they just love to twist that definition and make it their own. And what becomes of it? Pure and utter shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue I would love to touch is gay performers. There was this one guy, at the beginning of the show. I swear, the way he moves and sings and acts and everything else, is purely and trully nonetheless... GAY! Yes, he sings well. But then the vibe he lets out is very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Note, do not ever use gay people for opening or closing acts, cause no one wants to have an awkward first impression or a nightmarish ending memory. Put them in the middle so that the other performances will just overshadow them. It's not that I'm gayist; if that is a word. It's just that I have a problem with people that has sexual interest in the same sex. But I have no objections for girl gays so go on and be as gay as the day is long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-675179827287722842?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/675179827287722842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=675179827287722842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/675179827287722842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/675179827287722842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-was-blast.html' title='it was a blast'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-7159700080778983580</id><published>2010-08-05T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:57:37.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes, you just wanna tie them up and throw them to the sea</title><content type='html'>As the title says, there are certain times where you just can't stand someone. You'd feel like you wanna puke at the very thought of that person. It's annoying especially when you can't just go and contribute some pain into their physical structures, cause of the law, the rights, the part where I'd get punished for doing a deed for the community. It... just... freaking... annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the blog, I'd refer to the person as 'FUCKING IT'. Cause 'FUCKING IT' does not; to me; or to most people even deserve to be called by a pronoun that represents a living breathing human being. Why do I resent this so called 'person' so much? IT JUST HAPPENS. When you meet someone which I'm gonna describe very throughly and specifically, you'd feel the hate, despise, exhaustion which I feel almost everyday. So lets start shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING IT is fat. Not just the little cute baby fat, its the kinda fat that when FUCKING IT falls down, FUCKING IT wouldn't even have the ability to get FUCKING ITSELF up. Imagine a turtle on it's back but it ain't no ordinary turtle, OH NO, it's the kinda turtle that wrote 'flip me on my back' on a piece of paper and taped to its back, it WANTS to be tipped over, it WILLINGLY looks for trouble, it calls out to you and you just can't resist it. That is how FUCKING ITS body shape gets to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING IT is shameless. If you're just fat, there's no point for me to be dissing you like that. But FUCKING IT has to be fat AND shameless. It gets to you, A LOT! When you have nothing to do at home and you ask yourself, 'Hey, lets go on Facebook and see what's going on with everyone.' and then you'd regret sometimes when you see that your 'What's new?' page is filled with posts from FUCKING IT implying every single little freaking nasty thing that FUCKING IT has went through for the freaking day. I wanna tell you something, NO ONE FREAKKING CARES!! It hurts you when you see a FAT and SHAMELESS person wanting so much attention from society, and it's not pitiful hurt that you're feeling, it's the hurt that feels kinda like something is stabbing through your heart with an unimaginable force and your blood will be vomitted like a burst pipe. IT'S THAT PAINFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING IT is vain. I'm vain, but you don't see other people talking bout me on their blogs do you?! FUCKING IT feels that it's just not enough being fat and shameless at the same time. This is not a game we live in where the more your attributes means the more you'd own in the game. THIS IS FUCKING REALITY FUCK YOU! And it's just an expression and I do not wish to even come close to FUCKING IT as I'm afraid that I might corrode at the slight touch of FUCKING IT. Sometimes, it's bad to be self conscious. BUT THIS IS A WHOLE NEW CASE. FUCKING IT is not only NOT self conscious, FUCKING IT brags about it. FUCKING IT puts up FUCKING IT'S photos on Facebook and tries to ACT CUTE and you'd be like OH FUCKING NO! You'd even feel that you are starting to degrade. The WORST of all is that SOME people ACTUALLY left comments SAYING that FUCKING IT is not UGLY?! ARE YOU PEOPLE FUCKING BLIND? OR DID FUCKING IT'S PHOTO'S KILL ALL THE CELLS THAT ABSORB LIGHT IN YOUR FREAKKING RETINA? WHY DO YOU PEOPLE CONTINUE TO SUPPORT THIS 'THING'? WHY????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop the definition of FUCKING IT for the time being since the emotions that reside within me will be bursting up anytime soon if I do not stop. This FUCKING THING is a threat to mankind and must be taken down with extreme force. Contact with this FUCKING THING will result in brain failure, organ mutation and AIDS. You have been warned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-7159700080778983580?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7159700080778983580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=7159700080778983580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7159700080778983580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7159700080778983580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-you-just-wanna-tie-them-up.html' title='sometimes, you just wanna tie them up and throw them to the sea'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-5201721660028728045</id><published>2010-08-03T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:59:45.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Music Groups</title><content type='html'>Super Junior, T-ara, Kara, Shinee, M-Blaq, B2st, F.T Island, SS501, f(x), 2NE1, and my favourite of course, Big Bang. Although I like their rhythms and sounds, don't you think they're getting over populated? I can swear half of Korea is made up of them. Its like, if you're born in South Korea, you're destined to be ranting and dancing of to the beats which I hardly understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I complain about this controversy, I admire them like gods. Especially Big Bang. They rock! But I prefer their older songs like Haru Haru and Lies. Seriously, they were the reason I started listening to K-Pop. Then I was the one who introduced them to my friends, and that's when K-Pop started to spread like wildfire. Soon, my gang was completely into the Big Bang vibe and was like Day by Day Haru Haru, get it? Haru Haru? Day by Day? Cause well haru means day in korean and... Ah, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang consist of 5 members, G-Dragon the leader, T.O.P the guy with the voice, Tae Yang my kinda idol except for the hair, Dae Sung and Seung Ri which for some reason isn't really so popular compared to the rest. These 5 make up the the awesomeness which blows you away like a supernova, B to the I to the BIG BANG YO! I envy Tae Yang, having the looks, the body, the moves, the voice and most of all, the girls. Yeah, being in the Korean music scene can assure you a number of fans all over the world, yes the world, not just Korea. Proof? I'm from Malaysia, and the government here still sucks. Speaking of fans, they'd like do anything, the gang would just go up there, work their magic, lip sync a little and poof, half the arena is naked being that they have nothing else to throw to the air but the clothes on their backs. Korean enthusiasm. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged about my favourite gang, now to talk about the gang that to me licks the most balls. Super Junior. Oh yeah, I'm gonna get so flamed by this. Why I hate them so much, well? They just suck. Ever seen their live performances? Unless their choreography includes bumping into each other there's only one word to say about it. Suck. Their vocals? Unless their vocal teacher is from some European country trying to teach them how to sing Korean, one word. Suck. Even worst, non of them like each other and all of them disses the fat one. What the hell man? They'd like finish a performance and go backstage and before you know it, the place is on fire. Unlike Big Bang and their brotherly love, SuJu is like the arrogant and ignorant bunch. Its a good thing most of them have pretty faces and they have good songs, or they'd go from Super Junior to Fucked up Junior. FuJu sounds a whole lot better by the way. I did kinda imagine a scenario where they all are in the same room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FuJu all training for a gig a week later. Then FuJu A goes and bumps to FuJu B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FuJu A : Hey man! What's your FuJuing deal?&lt;br /&gt;FuJu B : What the FuJu? You're the one who bumped into me!&lt;br /&gt;FuJu A : FINE! IT'S ON!&lt;br /&gt;FuJu B : Oh no you didn't just whack me in the face! I make a living outta that you know!&lt;br /&gt;Fat FuJu : Alright guys break it up, break it up.&lt;br /&gt;FuJu A : Its non of your business man!&lt;br /&gt;FuJu B : Now you're gonna get a beating.&lt;br /&gt;FuJu C to L : Lets pounce on him just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's be a whole lot more funnier if you imagined them speaking Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, who knows. Maybe that's what they actually do. If it is, it'd be amazing how they always show up on stage without a single scratch. That's will be it for today then, till next time then. Anyeong Anyeong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-5201721660028728045?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5201721660028728045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=5201721660028728045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5201721660028728045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5201721660028728045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2010/08/korean-music-groups.html' title='Korean Music Groups'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-6461244746783887438</id><published>2010-07-30T09:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T10:21:15.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>Girls!!! As a completely straight and unGay guy. I spend my time admiring, appreciating and sometimes perverting girls. It's totally boy nature. What I don't get is, why is it that sometimes girls don't like it when we flirt with them? It is understandable if the guy has a dickface or an utter asshole. But how can you resist from guys like me? Lovable, adorable and downright sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls always play the hard to get act. What the heck is up with that? Girls, do you dare to admit that you guys can put up with a whole day without a guy's company? Impossible. Girls are just like guys without the stick and balls. Girls want as much attention from guys as possible as to guys wanting the attention of girls. Girls love to hang out with guys but never show it directly, guys on the otherhand boast about how girls would be glued to them like flys on shit. And another fact of the millenium is that girls, no matter how much they deny it, they want sex as much as we guys would want. Apparently girls are highly vulnerable to this and once you get them horny there is no turning back. Sometimes you even regret turning them on. True story this folks, true story told by an experienced bystandard. Apparently though, girls prefer their image of how people look at them over their true nature. Being so, they are able to hide their hornyness and withstand the urge to masturbate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are just amazing in their own way. Sometimes they're just so cute that you'd just wanna pinch their cheeks off their blubbery face. Sometimes they're so sexy that you'd be mindboggled by whats underneath that mini skirt. I'm glad I'm a guy and proud to be a perverted one. Loving every second of the feeling of being attracted to the female species. Oh yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-6461244746783887438?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6461244746783887438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=6461244746783887438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6461244746783887438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6461244746783887438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-7711936493265304423</id><published>2010-07-21T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:43:13.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate DOTA maphackers!!!</title><content type='html'>Dota; a game of which you and 5 of your teammates choose from 90+ different heros with different skills to dominate the opposition of also 5 players. A GAME OF SKILL AND STRATEGY! NOT FUCKING HACKING FUCKTARDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare to admit that I'VE NEVER USED MAPHACK or any other dota hack for that matter. And those people who use it in a game, YOU SUCK YOUR MOM'S UNDERSIDE! What I hate more is that the people who use it DON'T WANNA FREAKKING ADMIT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala lets just farm at the forest for now... chop chop, chop chop. Huh?! WTF? WHERE'D YOU GUYS COME FROM? Run~~~ Crap surrounded no way out!!! Arf! OWNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's just once its ok with me, and the match goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, I shouldn't be so unlucky this time... chop chop chop... BOOM! Stun! WTF? BING BANG BOOOSH. RAMPAGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK THAT'S IT!! THERE'S NO FREAKKING WAY YOU GUYS COULD POSSIBLY FIND SOMEONE IN THE FOREST THAT FAST. NO FREAKKING WAY!!! AND SO WE COMPLAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eddie5678 : hey fucktard! could you be a pro and not use maphack?!&lt;br /&gt;fucktard : hey I'm not using freakking maphack!&lt;br /&gt;eddie5678 : OH YEAH~ THEN LIKE, YOU'RE A MIND READER THEN?&lt;br /&gt;fucktard : YOU GOT PROOF? SHOW ME PROOF?&lt;br /&gt;eddie5678 : AIN'T IT FREAKKING OBVIOUS?!&lt;br /&gt;fucktard : whatcha gonna do about it? come to my house and spank me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, these kinda cases do not end well for them. But when they do, and be so fucking smug about it, it really gets YOUR NERVES CRACKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I pray to you, smite all those smug maphackers and wipe THAT FUCKING SMUG LOOK OFF THEIR FUCKING FACES!!! MOTHERFUCKERS THINK THEY'RE SO PRO. OH LOOKIE AT ME~~ I'M FUCKING MAPHACKING AND NO ONE'S GONNA DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE ALL MAPHACKERS DIE WITHOUT ANY LOGICAL REASON AND THEN WIPED OUT OF EXISTENCE, FROM THE FACE OF THE FUCKING EARTH, MILKY WAY, I DON'T CARE IF ITS BEYOND THE UNIVERSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPHACKERS DIE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-7711936493265304423?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7711936493265304423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=7711936493265304423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7711936493265304423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7711936493265304423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-dota-maphackers.html' title='I hate DOTA maphackers!!!'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-319893791748341595</id><published>2010-07-20T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T02:30:23.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too freakking bored.</title><content type='html'>Due to the retarded nature of this blog, viewer descretion is advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it's been awhile since I updated too. As the title says I'm bored, and what better way to express myself than to blurt it all out in my very own webpage which can be shared by all. Or blogging for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lack sleep, when I lack sleep, I lack the ability to think straight, when I lack the ability to think straight, I start to go bonkers. Like what I'm doing now, I just keep spamming and spamming and spamming and spamming yeah.... that feels so good and lets spam somemore... and somemore and somemore... oooohhh it tingles within me. And now I'm officially bored with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my goodie good ol buddy Gabriel's birthday. I wantcha all to HOLLA at him on my behalf. Alright? Thanks. And today, it's Princess Joan's birthday! HOLLA over at her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been noticing, my chatbox isn't updating!! Doubleyou tee efff man? That ain't right. Where'd all my beloved fans go? Don't leave me here. I swear I'd find more interesting stuff to blog about, oooh oooh here's a scoop! I broke my virginity!! Yay for me!! (Did the ratings go up? Did it? Yes!) Just kidding, HA! Now that I've got all your attentions, I would like to say... That's it for now! Hah.. haha.. don'tcha just wanna punch me right now? Therefore I bid you all a good farewell, sayonara, adios, tsuch and zai jian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This update concludes that how high an Eddie is like when too bored added with a pinch of you're way past your bedtime. Any names or puns used in this update is merely uncoincidental or completely on purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-319893791748341595?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/319893791748341595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=319893791748341595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/319893791748341595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/319893791748341595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-too-freakking-bored.html' title='I&apos;m too freakking bored.'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-4495996540096594136</id><published>2010-07-03T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T01:47:31.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world cup?</title><content type='html'>World Cup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prestigeous event where people come together to exchange a sum of money illegally by placing bets on a team of 11 players each on field whose purpose is to score points by putting balls into the oppositions net or better known as goals which of course is supported by an arsenal of strategy, speed, intelligence, wisdom, teamwork and if  by chance a team that was bet on wins over the other team, the winner would get an enormous profit in just a short time of 90 minutes or better yet one and a half hours. ( Takes deep breath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's back and with a whole new twist. This year, the strong teams that are usually expected to win now couldn't even give a dung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France... Italy... England...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as the predecesors of European soccer which has a history of unparallel skills and invincible performances but then has left the world guessing by being bested by a more dungish team in the minds of people which; in the year 2010 has caused much misfortune for the people who are unable to think rasionally and therefore leading them to even more irrationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty sad once you think about it. A lifetime of hard work, dedication and ethnics can be flushed down the drain in just less than 2 hours. It's pretty amazing too as poverts can live the big life in a short time too. It's a 50/50 chance which I, Eddie Lai of Chii Yea will probably in the future take a bet like this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder who would win this time anyway? Oh well. Toodles for now then ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-4495996540096594136?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4495996540096594136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=4495996540096594136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4495996540096594136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4495996540096594136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-cup.html' title='world cup?'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-6997325601182691477</id><published>2010-06-27T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T13:50:45.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had A Very Good Good Night.</title><content type='html'>So, it was a typical Saturday night. My plans were to stay at home, relax maybe head to bed early. What was I thinking? Until my friends, Wei Zhong, Hong, Chung, Chai, Justine and Guan showed up in front of my porch and said &lt;strong&gt;' Hey dude! Dress up. We're headed to Balcony! ' &lt;/strong&gt;At first I had doubts cause the last few times turned out to be a bust. But what the hey, it was Justine's last Saturday in Miri. &lt;strong&gt;' Ok then, tonight... WE PARTY! ' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty lazy to actually dress up. So i just slipped a pair of track pants and a jacket over my sleeveless. My hair was not tended to but still, quite attractive. And I was off to party with my guys. We reached, I car-pooled cause usually the place was extinct of parkings. Luckily I did so if not I would have just parked at some corner of the road, which I would've regretted cause supposedly there was traffic control at that very night. We headed up, went passed the entrance fee ushers and found us a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' So guys, lets make this night a memorable one shall we? ' &lt;/strong&gt;Why not start with picking up some girls? It's just meeting some new people. I won't cheat on my girl and you know that. The dancefloor wasn't ready yet, so me and my man Hong, went to have some fun at the pool table. I scored a few, but didn't really win any as I always shitted myself on the last ball everytime. I did however meet some nice new friends. Especially this girl with an exceptionally nice body... H-O-T. But it was too bad she smoked, and that really turned me off. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was long, and lookie who's here. Met up with Janson, Danny, Arthur and Kit. Looks like they were celebrating Kit's birthday. He wasn't going home sober that's for sure. They dragged me to a few unwilling shots. Heh, still ok. Anyways, Happy Birthday to Kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the dancefloor was finally warmed up. I was not leaving till I get high tonight. So we danced though the night. There's really nothing to blog about here, unless you wanna know the way i shook my booty, which leaves me in a very uncomfortable place and  being so, making me unable to blog about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time I went home, satisfied and happy. Sober too! I'm a party animal, so if you guys wanna join me or invited me out. Feel free to look me up at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=553828951"&gt;Facebook &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=553828951"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=553828951&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN&lt;br /&gt;eddie_lai1992@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-6997325601182691477?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6997325601182691477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=6997325601182691477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6997325601182691477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6997325601182691477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-had-very-good-good-night.html' title='I Had A Very Good Good Night.'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-5175402575606062548</id><published>2010-06-25T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:02:18.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>De Blog REAWAKEN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets revive my blog again. This is the longest gap since I last blogged. So lets catch up on my life. What's been going on in little eds life?&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;Well, I'm 18 now, so like, I'm a fully fledged young adult. Celebrated that a long time ago. But then, I'm still a virgin. &lt;strong&gt;You have no idea how sad that actually is.&lt;/strong&gt; However though, I got myself a girlfriend too. She's nice, and good looking, and quite glued on to me. The down side is that she lives on the other side of the country and it's kinda hard to keep in touch with her. I'll get back with this in awhile. Lets see, oh yeah, I'm in college now. Yeah, spring break... but no. Heck, my class is only filled with guys. People say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' Well, look on the bright side. At least you'd concentrate more on your studies.'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They also say&lt;strong&gt; ' Hope you don't graduate to be gay! ' &lt;/strong&gt;&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;Well, life has its own ups and downs. Now lets get blogging shall we?&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;So what should I blog about 1st? My girlfriend? Ok. Her name's Yan. She's 17 this year and she lives at KL. How I met her? None of your business. Cause even if I don't say it I still get a whole lot of criticism. Like&lt;strong&gt; ' This kinda relationship won't last long and you know that! '&lt;/strong&gt; Or&lt;strong&gt; ' C'mon, you haven't even met her and you're all like together forever. ' &lt;/strong&gt;and also&lt;strong&gt; ' You got that picture from Google Images. '&lt;/strong&gt;quoted Adam Yusof. And my reply to all this propaganda is... that's just the way I am. &lt;strong&gt;HAH!&lt;/strong&gt; In your faces. Ahem... and so the conclusion being, I love her, she loves me. I know her more than all of you do and even if I got hurt, then it's gonna be another life lesson for me. &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;College life... Lets just say it's not how I expected it to be. The picture in my head of college was, lots and lotsa girls, huge campus and wicked facilities. My college is sad. &lt;strong&gt;Just sad. &lt;/strong&gt;There are no girls in my class. No clubs, no facilities and my teacher's english sucks so bad that he turns thi&lt;img class="gl_bold" alt="Bold" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;n to thick, fluid to food and brake pads to puppet. Here's just one of his usual sentences &lt;strong&gt;' The brake food helps to push the puppets to help slow down the car. Therefore causing the brake lining to be thicker. ' &lt;/strong&gt;But I chose the place, so guess I shouldn't regret it and... I'm doing well in my studies too. There's always a sacrifice to everything, and I... sacrificed 2 years of eye candy and good english for my future. &lt;strong&gt;I'm so gonna cry right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, enough for now. I'd like to thank all my fellow readers and followers that have been so faithful to this blog. If you guys wanna know me more, you could always look me up on &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;Facebook &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=553828951"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=553828951&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or email and msn me at &lt;a href="mailto:eddie_lai@hotmail.com"&gt;eddie_lai@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No spammers please!! ^^&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-5175402575606062548?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5175402575606062548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=5175402575606062548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5175402575606062548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5175402575606062548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2010/06/de-blog-reawaken.html' title='De Blog REAWAKEN!!!'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-6127992044011943918</id><published>2009-10-04T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:18:50.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mooncake Festival!</title><content type='html'>The moon's shining bright, bringing forth a silver light. Haha, look at'em kids walking round the hood with'em lanterns in their hands. But as days pass, so does tradition. Now people don't seem to take the pleasure of using paper and candles anymore. Instead they use high-tech battery-powered lanterns. Where's the fun in that? No more risk of burning the lantern down and having a 29% chance of getting yourself in the ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only the lanterns that has changed. Even mooncakes changed. From what I remembered they used to be made from flour and red bean paste? Now there's jelly mooncakes, stuffed with durian which to me are hella gross. But the most disgusting ones should be the cheap mooncakes they sell to us at school. The skin are just made of 110% colouring. You can taste the pure chemicals that makes the colouring. Ah... I can still feel it reacting in my belly. The insides... well... lets just stop before someone pukes. What're ya guys tryin to do? Poison me to death? Haha. No offence though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout bad food. I remember the time I was food poisoned. My 1st experience of diarrhea. I guess it came at the right time seeing that I was constipating for the past few days. And the feeling of crap coming down in liquid form is kinda refreshing as well. Something new after 17 years of the same old thing. I should say it's pretty healthy. I've never went to the toilet for more than 30 times a day in my life till now. I was stubborn, I don't wanna go see some cruddy doctor. They never help and they sexually harrass you as well. But as it went down for the 3rd day, I was getting fraustrated at having to spend most of my time as 'The Thinker' on the toilet bowl for the whole day. So I finally gave in and went to the doctors. But at the time I was already well... DANG! Getting harrassed for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-6127992044011943918?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6127992044011943918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=6127992044011943918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6127992044011943918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6127992044011943918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-mooncake-festival.html' title='Happy Mooncake Festival!'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-974326298962824611</id><published>2009-10-01T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:49:11.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I feel?</title><content type='html'>Man... I hate these feelings. Liking someone and then she not having that same feeling. Then you would see her, hanging with other guys, and then you start to wonder... What's their relationship, what're they up to? Guess I'm a little paranoid... or jealous maybe? But, I'm still cool with it I guess. I mean usually at these kinda situations, others would have done something drastic or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me feel all sorts of feelings. She makes me happy, sad, mad, annoyed, worried and so much so much more. I doubt she would even feel even a bit of the same way that I feel for her though. I'm not complaining, I think it's just that I'm kinda insecure, always wondering that whether she would actually like me at all, or even whether she has a place for me in her heart at all. But what am I to expect such a thing from her. She deserves the best, and I... well not exactly best at anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many suggested that I just give it up. But I just can't find the heart to do so. Is it because I really like her? Or is it because of some humain psychology that people will long for those which they cannot obtain. So here lies the question, do I truly feel for her or not? If I did, why do I feel that way for her? I really can't find the answer in myself. I'm not ready for this I think. Neither is she thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should I give up? I just wish she'd just do something to hurt me badly so that I can release myself from her. Something like yelling ' Leave me alone! ' or ' I don't wanna see you again! ' right in my face then perhaps I could finally move on. Or would I? She's not heartless so she won't do so. But I really want her to do so. Because I really don't think I deserve her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. Actually I don't really know what I'm blogging out here. I just type down what comes to mind I guess. I dunno what to feel. What should I feel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-974326298962824611?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/974326298962824611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=974326298962824611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/974326298962824611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/974326298962824611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-should-i-feel.html' title='What should I feel?'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-2874900541762970241</id><published>2009-07-02T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:18:58.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st Micheal Jackson dies and now this. Why can't the bad news ever just BEAT IT?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lols. Just kidding. Actually I'm really looking forward to NS. I think that it'll make me a better man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, I'm already a very decent guy right. Awww... there's no need to kiss my ass... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got lotsa space for improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another favourite subject that everyone of my friends like to laugh about is... that I've gotta shave my head if I go to NS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most people think that I'd cry when they do that. But guess what, my hair is as trivial to me as stepping on a cockroach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, of course I won't wanna be a skinhead for life, despite my stunning good looks and award winning smile, having no hair just destroys all that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And girls don't dig guys with a huge, bald, alien, head. Okay, not so trivial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it's not something that I'll cry about cause... my hair grows as fast as grass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess that's why its looks similar too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I think someone likes me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, it's not cause of my vainity. It's very true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's not bad in looks too. So should I go for it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm.... nah, I still got *ahem ahem*. ^^&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;Oh yeah, I changed a few blogging styles to help my faithful readers avoid blindness in an early age. Hope it helps. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-2874900541762970241?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2874900541762970241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=2874900541762970241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/2874900541762970241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/2874900541762970241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/07/national-service.html' title='National Service?'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-4130794881534739538</id><published>2009-06-14T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T02:12:44.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As holidays end...</title><content type='html'>Today's gonna be the last and final day of the mid-year holiday. I can't say its boring. Cause I was pretty occupied by many things during the holidays. Occupied as in sleeping, gaming, tuitioning, hanging, jamming, cramping, money wasting, exercising, and not much on the cramming. Wow... so many words ending with the 'ing' sound. Huh? Where was I? Oh ya. So how am I gonna end the holidays? Well... LETS GO TO THE BEACH~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta tell ya something. 2 weeks of holiday without a visit to the beach just won't do it. The sands... The sea... The sun... Crabs clamping your crotch... There's nothing like it. What would make the day better is maybe bringing your buddies along. OR EVEN BETTER. Your bride to be. Hahaha. Oh who am I kidding. Me bringing a girl on a date is as often as having volcanic eruptions in Malaysia. What about my ex? ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location location is the motivation for locomotion. 'Say wha?' That's would be your response, don't worry, it's just bullcrud. Anyway, choosing the last place to end your holidays is gonna be a problem too. I mean, I live in Miri. We have beaches as far as the eye can see. You could keep going and going and going... and hey, you're back where you started, and that's when you figure out 2 things, we live on an island and the world IS round. Amazing huh? Okay, enough of the crud. So where'dya guys think should be the best beach in town? Esplanade? Hawaii beach? Tanjung Lobang? Or boat club. I like boat club, it's cleaner there than other places. Cleaner as in how? Well at least you won't step on used baby diapers... The place is much calmer and more scenic compared to the rest. Oh... don't misunderstand, what I meant by SCENIC is the view and landscape of the place, NOT bikini girls. Why aren't there any anyway? Sure would increase the tourist count to the town. Imagine that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( CUTI-CUTI MALAYSIA COMMERCIAL : Come to Miri as you can feast your eyes on our latest attraction ; bikini babes. Yes with our unlimited coastal area, it sure is a sight for sore eyes. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, if only. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-4130794881534739538?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4130794881534739538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=4130794881534739538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4130794881534739538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4130794881534739538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-holidays-end.html' title='As holidays end...'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-8211398245158314609</id><published>2009-06-11T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:12:14.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun fair</title><content type='html'>Uhmm... Isn't fun fair supposed to be like... fun? DUH says the name. Well can't say that I didn't have fun. Most of it was ruined by the thick fumes covering up the place. Open-burning bastards~!! I had so much fun on the thrillers untill the smoke hadta make me all wooozy-like and extremely puke-mented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, topic : fun fair. Composition : open-burning. So I'm like getting off topic here aren't I? LOLS. The fun fair was ok. But one things for sure, they're a heck of a rip off. Haha. I mean 3 tokens per ride and RM 2 per token? You even gotta pay for the entrance fee too~!! What the hecks with that? Okay, I know. I sound like a cheapskate now. But RM20 in just 2 hours and going home with an upset belly... Okay it's worth it lahhh. Haha. Once in awhile right? But seriously, someone's gotta do something bout the haze. Maybe some kinda smoke-sucking vacuum eh? Sounds nice doesn't it? C'mon, go make one already~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-8211398245158314609?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8211398245158314609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=8211398245158314609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8211398245158314609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8211398245158314609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-fair.html' title='Fun fair'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-3838055764389142921</id><published>2009-06-09T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:00:49.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha.</title><content type='html'>Yo~~ Wassup in da hay-ouse?? Sorry guys, I'm always like a writer of a novel that never wanna make a sequel to his best selling novel. Haha. Wonder what'll happen if Stephanie Meyer didn't publish Twilight's sequels. The world for girls will end as we speak. Haha. So the wait's over and I'm back once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, I ain't got no stuff to blog about really. Life goes same as always. Man, why's my life so dull? And even so, I can elaborate stuff to make my life sound like its filled with colours. And that's probably why my cbox is damn spammed out everytime I'm gone huh? Haha. Talk bout thicked faced, BUT HEY get used to it. Cause I'm damned laminated on the facial skin. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's the holidays. For me it's just Mapling whole day long. Makes me feel like crap. Sitting there, having nothing to do. The upside is, I'm level 104. The downside is I'm getting phatter and phatter. What does phat mean? Well, let me explain what does P-H-A-T stand for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P = Pretty&lt;br /&gt;H = Hot&lt;br /&gt;A = And&lt;br /&gt;T = Thick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha~!! Didn't see that coming now did ya? Anyways, I'm starting to think I'm being too much of a flirt. I'm going through girls like a boar goes through fine dining. I know it may sound bad, but don't worry, I still got my virginity. And I don't believe in one night stands. Haha. Most of the girls I charm through are about 14-15 years and childish in nature anyway. None from my school cause that'll be bad. And I take them for little sisters only... Why am I telling you all this? Well, to prevent any misunderstandings over at the cbox yo... &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart belongs to a special someone. But she can't accept who be I.&lt;br /&gt;Wait and wait I have though further and further she lies.&lt;br /&gt;What more shall I do. Asked by passionate guy.&lt;br /&gt;Never give up! Proceed till the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something from da heart. Don't think awkwardly of me. I just come up with these things just to entertain. Oh yeah, who here likes Big Bang? Some people don't. Saying they ain't original with them makeup and all. Hey, its Korean tradision for guys to put up makeup when they become famous and make music videos. You gotta give them SOME credit at least. They ain't so bad. Their songs nice to mua. For a preview, press next on my music player by the right till you get Haru Haru &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a fan TODAY ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I've been talking exceptionally alot today aren't I? Guess the months of not expressing myself sure is mooching of the walls of my heart. NOW... IT'S FREE, I... CAN'T STOP... MUST... KEEP BLOGGING. If only I wasn't so hyper at least in a few minutes of today. I made Joan angry again. Adeh... Well I think she's angry. I'm not sure myself. Is being ignored a sign that she's angry at me? But she ignores me all the time anyway. I was just curious about something and guess I kinda annoyed her with my childishness. CAN'T... STOP ANNOYING... SO... TEMPTED... TO ANNOY... CRUD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Done. My blogging fever has passed. Hope you guys enjoyed this LONG LOST POST OF THE HEART. Should bring out all the emotions in you example :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay : Joyed to see my new post.&lt;br /&gt;Boo : Disappointed at my thick facedness.&lt;br /&gt;Aww : So sweet that I'm in love?&lt;br /&gt;SPOOOT : Perhaps you hate Big Bang?&lt;br /&gt;Aw man... : Cause this is the end. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARA GAIGINZ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-3838055764389142921?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3838055764389142921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=3838055764389142921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3838055764389142921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3838055764389142921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha.html' title='Haha.'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-2644012503754560743</id><published>2009-05-03T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:54:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In love again~!!</title><content type='html'>HOHO. So damn happy. Haha. Oh yeah, if anyone of you didn't know. My birthday sorta past 2 or 3 days ago. So like I'd be expecting lotsa gifts and stuff ya know surprises and such... Nah... just kidding. Do I look like that kinda shallow inconsiderate son of a crap to you? Ok, you guys don't need to answer that. Anyway I was quite happy when people just came up to me and said happy birthday. Lotsa love back to y'all as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta say, the most happiest thing, is a certain someone giving me a certain something. HEHEHE. I was like drooling the whole day long after that. Just a moments happiness, it'll be over soon. I HOPE NOT THOUGH. WAHAHA. You guys wanna know? Nah... that's all you're gonna get outta me or else someone's gonna strangle me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school. Miss Cynthia Soon Lee Tze. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID~!! Haha. Just kidding. Today, I was like so blurred and fuzzy. I forgot to wear shoes to school and forgot my water as well. So I ended up very thirsty and wearing a pair of flip flops. A pair of lame flip flops that could be torn apart by whoever who accidentaly steps on it while I was walking. Threatened by that very fact, I made careful that this tragedy didn't happen. And as the final bell rang, I calmed down thinking ' C'mon, whats the worst that could happen now?' And then it struck. While I was walking to my ride, outta nowhere, the bamboo-like monstrosity bit me with utmost horror. HAHA. No offence. Just saying. Anyway, Cynthia just sorta lala'ed and sorta made one of my flops flip. And thats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mad at you so don't worry. And you didn't have to buy a new pair for me as well. =.= but already did so thanks Cyn, Sab, Yi Siew, Alan, Jojo, Ki, Jordan, JaoHua, Darren, JunHong and the rest of the gang for making this birthday quite a memorable one. Also Thanks my gan mei mei's Winnie, Sushi, Loshelle and everyone out there. ^^ Even if you didn't wish me. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-2644012503754560743?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2644012503754560743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=2644012503754560743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/2644012503754560743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/2644012503754560743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-love-again.html' title='In love again~!!'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-3564069247399499627</id><published>2009-04-18T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:47:10.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to blog about?</title><content type='html'>Have any of you daily updaters had any of the following problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.'Crap, I have completely no idea whatsoever what I should blog about today.'&lt;br /&gt;2.'I don't wanna blog about my life today. It's too embarassing. I'll blog about something else.'&lt;br /&gt;3.'I'm lazy to blog.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, if you... YES YOU! Are experiencing any of the above symptoms, then you must be having idunnowhattoblogabouttoday-phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This seems serious... What should I do?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry folks, like you I... YES I! Am also one of the victims of idunnowhattoblogabouttoday-phobia. But mine is awfully serious as whenever I get this disease I will not blog for many months. Here are some ways that I think might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you have a multipurpose phone. Normally with a camera. Take pictures of everything. From the food you eat to the places you go. That way, whenever you are bored. You can blog about anything that you have taken. (Note : Take pictures of food. Not regurgetated ones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Blog about your favorite songs. Share your views and comments to the world. See what they leave in the chatbox as a reply. Usually it's something bad... but hey, least they replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Browse the internet. Go to Google and type in anything stupid. Find the facts and blog about it. It's amazing what you can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Blog about what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats how you can ease the pain from idunnowhattoblogabouttoday-phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinically proven. For ages 5 and above. User's descretion is advised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-3564069247399499627?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3564069247399499627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=3564069247399499627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3564069247399499627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3564069247399499627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-to-blog-about.html' title='What to blog about?'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-3848918824100449933</id><published>2009-04-17T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T02:05:03.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing... 2nd and 3rd match.</title><content type='html'>So, the last two matches. What can I say? We ruled~!! Before I start, let me introduce to you... My basketball team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.4 Yen. ( I dunno his real name. Just called him Yen. Joined us just before the competition. Always in a happy mood and that's good enough I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.5 Yong Xing. (Probably the best player of the team. Take the ball through the court with lightning speed and very skillful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.6 Jordan. (Tall, fair and not very handsome =p. Specialises in 2 point shots facing the basket and rebounds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.7 Daniel. (Rather play golf than basketball. But thinks 'What the hay, it's my last year of school. Mind as well play my last few games of basketball. Best at shooting without needing time to actually aim. His trademark 0.5 second shot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.8 Wilson. (Short. No offence. =.= Haha. Shooting guard of the team. Although not too good in 3 pointers but his fade away shots are... still ok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.9 Hua Zhen. (Uhh... maybe not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.10 Bin Li. (The 'centre' of the team. Very tall. Rebounds ; near perfect. 3 pointers ; excellent. Ball handling ; wicked. Personallity ; KNS. Hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.11 Jin Bao. (Probably the most suited pair to No.5. Their teamwork just plain awesome. When these two go out there, there's no stopping them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.12 Bao San. (One of our best players. But our playstyle could never fit what he has in mind. So we would always let him down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.13 Kong Teck. (Tallest of the team. But still couldn't slam dunk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.14 ME~!! (What about me? I just need more improvements... A WHOLE LOT MORE. Average at all skills. But some just prefer to call it... Sucking. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.15 Sut Khan. (President of the basketball team. Let you imagine lah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. All comments from above if seemed abit offensive please do not take to heart cause if it was offensive it probably was just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... now shall we start the story? 11a.m. Our 1st match of the day. Feeling confident that we could win the remaining 2 matches of the day, we set foot into the basketball court full with our memories. We arrived near the end of the match that was before us. So we watched a little. What can I say? We were on ecstasy. It was SMK Teknik against 'College' ( A school name dunno the rest.) And college has a very special player. No.10 Alvin was his name. He's plump and wearing glasses. But don't judge a book by its cover NO NO. His skills were mad man... Tearing through the field like a stroll in the park. They were losing bad. Untill we came. HAHA. We kept cheering them on and guess made another relationship with another school. But in the end they still lost anyway. But everyone had fun. ^^ So then, now... It's our turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st things 1st. Warm ups. Our 1st match against SMK Sains. Ok... they don't really have much of a record. But best not to get too excited. Never look down on your opponents. At the start. We really didn't have much of a morale. Our scores were tied throughout the 1st quarter. Bin Li wasn't awake yet... It was after much fraustration that he finally awoke. Then it started to look better for us. Then we kept the pressure till halftime. Then... on the 3rd quarter... I~!! YES ME. I WENT UP TO THE STAGE. Yes yes not anything special. BUT WAIT. THERE'S MORE. I SHOT 1 IN~~!!! WOOOOO~~~ Hahaha. Heng? Skill la heng. Haha. Final score 38-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the 1st match wasn't not very exciting. Then near 5pm or so. We had to get ready already. What?! But I thought it was 6pm?! Yes, poor Sabrina had to wait till the lights shut down till she can go back home. Haha. Jordan so lame no accompany her also. Eleh~ Anyway, before that. The crowdstands were packed. The air in the court feels so refreshing. The feeling of RedBull given to me by Jordan in my stomach. Wearing the same basketball jersey again after the 1st match... Not very comfortable... but who cares. It was St Joe we're up against. Although 1 position behind us in the charts, they are 1 formiddable opponent I tell you that. How formiddable you ask? Formiddable till even I cannot even go down and show off. Sobx sobx. I was awfully nervous at the 1st quarter. As everything depends on the 1st quarter. Win or lose. But then, the gods were with us that time. Bin Li shot in 3 consecutive 3 pointers followed by 1 each by Wilson and Sut Khan. And there, was the rise of our team for the very very 1st time. The strength of our team showcased at this battle. Even RIAM, YES RIAM... was shocked at the very sight. At the end of the 1st quarter. It was 20-11. But things start to fall apart starting the 2nd quarter. Since everyone gave it their all in the 1st quarter... They began to feel the strain and tire from the exhaustion. I payed close attention to them at that time. Worrying we might not win this very match. The tension was high. St Joe Started to use this to their advantage, our defence was weak. We couldn't counter. I quickly called a time out. As it was the only thing I could do then. And it was a decision that I couldn't been happier to have made. It was 20-15 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never gave up. We were determined to win this. The marvelous pair was sent as a counter attack. But Jin Bao wasn't doing so good. We had to find another way. They're mostly tall. So we sent up Jordan, Bin Li and Kong Teck. This three formed the base of our defence. Yong Xing, Wilson and Sut Khan. This was our offensive formation. Along with the zone defence strategy. Our victory was in hand. But still stamina was a problem. Before I knew it. It was 26-25. We were only 1 point ahead. We pushed. Wilson made a fade away for 2 points... He shoots... AND SCORES~!! RAWR~~!! Now we had a 3 point lead... But that wasn't enough... I was thinking how to break their defence when... ' Swooosh ' Yong Xing, miracalously made a 3 pointer through. St Joe's morale was near dead at this time... And it seemed as if they had given up. And it seems as if I am currently writing a novel. And this my friends... is the climax. (Metaphoricly speaking.)&lt;br /&gt;This match was sooooooo intense. Even the teachers and Robinette. Yes her. Came to watch us play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to end this story... We have fought well. It's the last quarter. The point had already differ as much as 39-29. 10 points... We've got it in the bag. The final score, 50-34. We've won. But that wasn't the end of the drama. Daniel was annoyed by the fact he didn't get much playtime even up till the end. I understand how ya feel man. But we all gotta understand. We're afraid there might be miracles... a slight mistake... and we're done for. So dude, hope ya cheer up soon ya? Haha. And to all my readers. Hoped you enjoyed this post cause it's one interesting one I've had in years. HAHAHA. Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-3848918824100449933?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3848918824100449933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=3848918824100449933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3848918824100449933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3848918824100449933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/04/continuing-2nd-and-3rd-match.html' title='Continuing... 2nd and 3rd match.'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-1620258578238084697</id><published>2009-04-16T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:28:27.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results for the 1st game.</title><content type='html'>Why did I do so? WHY? I DID SUCH A STUPID THING. 5 seconds left on the clock. We had the lead... 56-55. I had the ball, thinking of making another basket making it my 19th one for the game. But our basket was a full courty away. I thought 'Ah... we've won anyway. Lets just do something stupid ' It was near the half court of our own basket. I watched as the time slowly ends. I flung the ball towards our own basket, thinking it might never go in. 'What are the chances?' My thoughts at the time. Last 2 seconds, we were overjoyed, screaming, shouting, crying for we have won against the districts number 1 basketball team. Everyone forgot what I did. Suddenly, the sound of the ball going in the net... Swoosh... Everyone was in silence for sometime. The only sound heard was the sound of the ball falling to the ground and bouncing away... The buzzer buzzed. The referee made it clear, 3 points for the opposing team. Everyone was shocked. Nearly having a heart attack. Our sweaty opponents, stunned. Everyone stared at me. I fell on my knees... Holding my hands to my face. Asking myself. What... What have I done? I just destroyed our efforts... our hardwork, our goal. In just one stupid action that I didn't think twice to do... Why? WHY?! My team was fraustrated at me. But they didn't lift a finger. A joyous day, turned to what seems like the end of the world. Because of me. The final score... 58-56.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? What? You guys feel angry at me too right? Yeah, I understand how you feel. Cause... know what? You've... been... FOOLED. HAHAHA~!! No way could we possibly have a chance at beating the districts number 1. The real score was 15-4X. But then we all just pitched in and made up this stupid ass story to trick everyone at school when we got back. Believe it or not? Everyone believed it too. HAHAHA. So, to my fellow readers, don't needa go all 'TMD CCB' on me. Its just a joke. HAHA. Plus not me who made up this story. ^^ Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-1620258578238084697?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1620258578238084697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=1620258578238084697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1620258578238084697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1620258578238084697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/04/results-for-1st-game.html' title='Results for the 1st game.'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-4993664078050230440</id><published>2009-04-15T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:45:49.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow competition again. I'm not really good at it to tell the truth. Then tomorrow 1st match against Riam. Cham lo~ Well just do out best. Even if they're that good. Can't just sit there and wait them fry us right? Haha. Cheer us on guys~ ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-4993664078050230440?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4993664078050230440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=4993664078050230440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4993664078050230440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4993664078050230440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/04/basketball.html' title='Basketball.'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-5639174430996436567</id><published>2009-04-14T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:40:54.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughs.</title><content type='html'>I'm ain't able to make anyone laugh anymore. I ain't sarcastic, my jokes don't make anyone laugh. I suck at entertaining. People laugh not at my jokes now, but my facial expressions and my actions. Yes I know I have an abnormally huge head, and it seems that my head is what makes people grin with laughter. This also comes with a package of a slightly cute, quite handsome yet funny face. WAHSEH~!! Being able to make all sorts of funny faces possible from fatty lips to droopy eyes. God really outdid himself making me like this. I dunno whether I should be glad or should I just drop dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being unable to make people laugh justs makes me feel so damn cold. Especially its someone you care about, and everytime he/she's in a bad mood and you try to cheer him/her up. You can't. The feeling of uselessness everytime he/she says him/her friends made him/her laugh or play with him/her. I think its jealousy. Ah whatever it is I'm ok with it. I THINK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a book out there? Teaching people how to be funny? Girls like guys who are funny. Thats why I feel left out. HAHAHA. Yeah lame reason I know I know. Ah forget it then. CHIAO AND SAYONARA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-5639174430996436567?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5639174430996436567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=5639174430996436567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5639174430996436567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5639174430996436567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/04/laughs.html' title='Laughs.'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-1006845271199327884</id><published>2009-04-13T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:13:11.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneased.</title><content type='html'>My heart feel uneasy this year. I'm focus too much on studies that I'm sorta neglecting my best buds. Everything about this year makes me feel so far apart from everyone. And therefore I kinda hate myself for that. Today, as I reached school. I stared at the sky, and thought ' The sky's awfully dark today ' I guess it was supposedly in conjunction to the flooding last night... Well, I'm still dry. Good news for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't dare to talk to her. Always make the =S face. Lately she's avoiding me too. Hehe. I know it's bad. Cause I have no idea what she thinks. I know, I'm a bad admirer... blah blah. Like someone still dunno what she's thinking blah blah... Hey, I do give a hoot about it ok? Just... maybe lacking a teeny weeny bit of courage to go up and talk to her. Hehe. I've always just wanted to ya know, say hi and continue an engaging conversation with her. But rarely happens. And thats why my friends, I don't really understand her too well. (Hey, she maybe reading this too. If she is, help me tell her what I said here alright? Thanks ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah forget it. I'm crap. Don't really deserve her anyway. I mean she's so smart, caring, friendly, kind, pretty... and I'm... crap? Haha. That's what I think. Don'tchu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-1006845271199327884?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1006845271199327884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=1006845271199327884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1006845271199327884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1006845271199327884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/04/uneased.html' title='Uneased.'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-7460637080799210525</id><published>2009-04-08T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:03:21.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hi~~</title><content type='html'>Yo, back from the depths of crappy hell. Can ya believe it? Form 5 is actually easier than form 4. Now I actually feel that it was worth slacking the whole year off last year. HAHAHA. This year,  so many damn things happened for no logical explaination. People dissing people off, especially with my closest few friends. They're all like: ' Diao~~!! You know I DUJOI you so long liao ma?! I only keep in my heart till now nia. CBMUTHAFAKA...' and all that crap, you get the idea. No peace, no harmony. Its like world war 3 in my life. Being in the middle of the DUJOIs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009. Bad year I think. I felt something wrong in the air since last year already. I thought someone just farted when they passed by me but now I know that wasn't it. EVIL IS IN THE AIR~!! BEWARE~!! The start of the year. Parkson went up in flames, not long later most my friends who can drive had their wheels up in the AYER AYER. Then I ride with my friend on his bike. Vroom vroom~ EEEKKK~~~ CLING CLANG~!! Whew, jumped off in time. Then people keep calling me bitch? YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE HORR. DIU NI MAHAI. KAMLAN, what so bitching bitch biatch bout me? I'm so nice, friendly, handsome lagi horr. Ok last 1 maybe not so much but still, B to the I to the T-C-H is so friggin temper rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh c'mon, look at the bright side. Least my studies are getting better. So, WHAT THE HELL RIGHT? NO~!! Suck at being social, suck at basketball, suck at love life, suck at DotA. Least I don't suck at sucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets enjoy a pun a made from purely being pissed :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE FUCKS LIFE SUCKS,&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT BIG BUCKS,&lt;br /&gt;PLAY WITH YOUR LUCK, BEATING THE CLOCK,&lt;br /&gt;OR SELLING YOUR ASS AND BEING A DUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? I was pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-7460637080799210525?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7460637080799210525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=7460637080799210525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7460637080799210525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7460637080799210525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-hi.html' title='Say Hi~~'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-7016386453390889423</id><published>2009-01-01T17:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:03:52.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting the new year... WITH A BANG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SVyQCo1kjMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9ELoZYbfxlM/s1600-h/DSC00594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286258437622369474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SVyQCo1kjMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9ELoZYbfxlM/s400/DSC00594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, and welcome to Sotong News : Afternoon Edition. I'm your host, Mr Eddie Lai. Reporting to you live on the spot of Miri's 1st big disaster of the year! Why not start the new year with a bang? Or in this case, flames raging on the roof of Miri's No.1 teen hangout. Approximately 3:48pm 1st of January 2009, teens throughout Miri City worry and despair as the only complex with a cinema, SanFrancisco Coffee, StarBucks and McDonalds will probably be gone after this incident. Miri City teen citizen, Joan Jong Ker Yee says : 'It's not a hotel under construction, it's just an extention of the mall.' Although this has completely nothing to do with this, but I just wanna prove to her that it is a hotel they're building back there and not just an extention. Cast your vote in the c-box on the right side of your screen and be a part of this arguement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for today's segment of Sotong News. Again, I'm your host Eddie Lai signing off. Catch us next time only on &lt;a href="http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; channel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credits : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edited by Eddie Lai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo supplied by Joan Jong Ker Yee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any wrong details and facts on this subject is absolutely not my fault for this page is only for your entertainment and I'm just trying to make things look official. Any inconvenience caused is highly done on purpose so please, try not to sue me for this. Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-7016386453390889423?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7016386453390889423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=7016386453390889423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7016386453390889423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7016386453390889423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-new-year-with-bang.html' title='Starting the new year... WITH A BANG!'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SVyQCo1kjMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9ELoZYbfxlM/s72-c/DSC00594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-5102438637184572639</id><published>2009-01-01T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:38:39.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My resolve.</title><content type='html'>5, 4, and a 3, 2, 1...&lt;br /&gt;Another year has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year~! Lets have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, I've gotta say I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last year of school, two-double-o-nine.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want things to be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stand out, be 1st in line.&lt;br /&gt;To prove to all I CAN be a one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal right now is to get straight A's.&lt;br /&gt;To overcome lazyness, now that is the case.&lt;br /&gt;If only from the book to my head I could just cut and paste.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I can only start from scratch and build my base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad habit of mine, is to run far away...&lt;br /&gt;Far far away, from problems of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore, NO MORE I SAY~!&lt;br /&gt;Stop, stand firm on my grounds I stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do ya think? Of my new found resolve?&lt;br /&gt;What is it again? What's it called?&lt;br /&gt;Revolve? Dissolve? Or is it Involve?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember. It's called evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year means a time for change. Seriously I really need it now. Last days of school. Why not go out with a bang? Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-5102438637184572639?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5102438637184572639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=5102438637184572639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5102438637184572639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5102438637184572639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-resolve.html' title='My resolve.'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-4521714416947234573</id><published>2008-12-18T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:10:32.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The decision.</title><content type='html'>What they had desired,&lt;br /&gt;I had finally realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harder I grabbed,&lt;br /&gt;the deeper I'm despised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go, is it the only way?&lt;br /&gt;But saying no, brings pain by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decision made at last, to just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Forget of the past, and let them set free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on in my head? Dunno. It's just something my heart wanna shout out. Poeticly as well. HAHAHA. Being emo not my thing. But, imagine me saying this, sitting by the bedroom windowside, with the moonlight shining down on my face. Ending the poem, with a smile and heading back to sleep. Pretty emo huh? Man... I'm very unstable. Maybe I'd go nuclear? If so, you guys better becareful~~~ HAHAHA~~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-4521714416947234573?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4521714416947234573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=4521714416947234573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4521714416947234573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4521714416947234573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/12/decision.html' title='The decision.'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-2733009863181520396</id><published>2008-12-15T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:44:00.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven months of OH MY GOD</title><content type='html'>Next years gonna be all pain no game. *sigh* Since all I did is mess around this year, I guess it's just fair that I do some studying next year round. That's not all, next year is SPM year~!! Crapidy crap crap topped of with some shitty poop poop. Dunno whether I can catch up next year anyway. But best to get ready, cause after this... ALLS GONNA GET GOOD AND ONLY GET BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether I like school, or hate it. I guess somewhere in the middle huh? School's good for making friends, stirring up trouble and messing with the teachers. Hate it cause there's too much learning involved. I end up dozing off in the end, and wake up only at recess and after school. It's like the clock in my body is fixed like this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year is gonna busy. Got study, tuition, basketball... Rarely anytime to slack anymore. Gotta make a schedule, so that I would actually have time to sleep. Man... Being responsible is a drag. And I gotta keep it up for 11 months. Wish me luck then. And good luck to all of YOU guys as well. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-2733009863181520396?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2733009863181520396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=2733009863181520396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/2733009863181520396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/2733009863181520396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/12/eleven-months-of-oh-my-god.html' title='Eleven months of OH MY GOD'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-1984804903435002022</id><published>2008-12-15T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:48:44.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being broke sucks.</title><content type='html'>When you think of having a good time, maybe at the bar, karaoke, or maybe behind Sin Liang... It all just spoils when you take out your wallet and all that you see, is a bug flying outta it. JUST KIDDING. I mean about the 1st part of the story. But, it is true that without money, having fun is just a dream. Why not go to work? Cause it bores. Why not get them from your parents? Cause I know making money is harsh. It's times like this when you feel that 'Hey, selling your ass may not be THAT bad?' Sorry to crush your hopes people but I ain't gonna do that, NO WAY. Not in this lifetime. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, being actually SANE to the cycle of money really does have its benefits though. You'd start to appriciate whatcha have right now and try your best not to waste it. (Like some of my previous experiences) You'd start to understand why your parents don't get you those toys you'd always wanted as a kid. (Oh the wasted tears) And, worst... I mean best of all, you'd start to dislike dating... cause as you know... for a guy... *sigh*. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if there's a job out there that's fun and worth spending your time to make the money. Wow, I just said something useful~! Yay for me~~!! Ahem... anyways, how come jobs are usually something that people don't really enjoy? Is it because they know they're stuck to it because they have no choice? I guess so... When forced to do something, I always don't have to mood to do it. Hey, teachers should understand this also. When forcing us to do homework, it's doesn't help us to finish them and hand them up in time. Heck, it's the other way around. Wow, another useful sentence. I don't get much of this do I? HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-1984804903435002022?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1984804903435002022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=1984804903435002022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1984804903435002022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1984804903435002022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-broke-sucks.html' title='Being broke sucks.'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-733975355020632973</id><published>2008-12-12T20:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:22:38.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life ain't that awful...</title><content type='html'>Life's only awful if you make it awful. They're many stupid things people do in this world. Mostly I have no idea why they do it. Break up with their partners, then can't continue living. Commit suicide. Can't find a job, become a criminal, go rob people. Says life is useless and boring, but doesn't wanna try and make things interesting. There's always a choice in every decision in life. For me, I always choose the happy, fun and easy way outta things. And look where it took me? I'm still in one piece, not entirely broke, got a healthy hobby... might not be so good at commitments. But still, I'm good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a couple of friends, who are damn stubborn about things. One of them thinks too simple mindedly. What happens is that he likes a girl, but doesn't even know whether the girl likes him or not. But he still admits that the girl likes him and brags about it. What he doesn't know is that he doesn't even meet the criteria of the girl, and that they're only friends. JUST FRIENDS. Got so many choice then choose one that's impossible. However, the other one thinks far, far too much. He likes the girl, but doesn't wanna tell her how he feels. He keeps making excuses like, 'she doesn't suit me' , 'I don't wanna date before I can make money' , 'she doesn't like me' , 'she already has a boyfriend' . And no matter what I tell him, he just says that 'I DON'T WANNA DATE IS DON'T WANNA DATE'. But I can easily tell, that the girl will give him a chance if his feelings for her are for real. But he just doesn't wanna take that chance. Got a good choice but doesn't wanna take it. *sigh...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I don't really know what I should choose. Give up? Or keep going? I'm kinda stuck in the middle. Heheh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-733975355020632973?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/733975355020632973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=733975355020632973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/733975355020632973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/733975355020632973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-aint-that-awful.html' title='Life ain&apos;t that awful...'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-8723185672763212475</id><published>2008-12-11T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:22:01.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA TIME TO BLOG AGAIN~!</title><content type='html'>Why does 2 months seem so long? It's like forever since I blogged. Well it doesn't matter no more... Cause... I'm back again. If you're my frequent reader, you'd already know that I always take sometime off from blogging. Dunno why, but if I do it too much, I'd get bored of it. Probably cause my life's too damn boring. Well, now's the school holidays. It's December already!!! DAMN IT~~!!! THE HOLIDAYS ALWAYS PASS BY FAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday, some of my friend went to work. I worked last year, and my thoughts were : 'TIME WON'T PASS'  It's very fraustrating, but I thought to myself : 'I'M GONNA GET PAID, I'M GONNA GET PAID'  And before I knew it : 'I GOT PAID'  I did advise my friends to not work because of what I've been through. But all they gave me is a middle finger and said : 'I ain't the same lazy ass as you are'  *Sigh* I always end up this way.  But then a few weeks after, they told me : 'ADUH~~!!! SIBEH SIENZ ARRRR GO WORK~~!!!' But I just gave them both my middle fingers and said : 'You're telling me this why?'  With a sinical smile on my face. Revenge is so sweet~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever had that feeling, with another person? Like whenever you see him or her. You'd melt and get all spaced out and not knowing what to do. How do you overcome that feeling anyway? My experience is that whenever "she's" around, I would either run in a panic or hide like a mouse. I would always wanna just go up to her and say 'Hi' and chat away, like normal friends. But that's like mission impossible to me. Hehe. I think this only happens to guys, right? I don't think I've seen girls acting this way... Or are girls all as evil as I think they are. Always plotting their next move... Wooo... Goosebumbs. Hehe. Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-8723185672763212475?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8723185672763212475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=8723185672763212475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8723185672763212475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8723185672763212475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha-time-to-blog-again.html' title='HAHA TIME TO BLOG AGAIN~!'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-6723650843499763972</id><published>2008-09-11T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:33:17.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I broke my LEG!!!</title><content type='html'>Eddie : OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! I broke my LEG!!! I can't feel anything. NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Friend: 'Steps on my foot'&lt;br /&gt;Eddie : AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! THAT F****** HURTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Friend : Good, then you don't need to lose a leg.&lt;br /&gt;Eddie : Gee... Thanks alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I just twisted my ankle... again. People who weigh over 65kg can easily twist their ankles. But I don't twist it by doing exercise, but ironicly by walking normally. Very very unlucky. Now I cannot play basketball le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : As if you were ever good at it.&lt;br /&gt;Eddie : Can you STFU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Now I have a cool cast around my foot. Hehe. Anyone wanna sign on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : Sign? On that disabled stink maker?&lt;br /&gt;Eddie : You seriously want me to whack you huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... now it's gonna be hard walking again. Wonder if they're any good hearted people who can help me up the stairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : Oh look!! Its the physically retarded!! HAHAHAHA!! Do you want a wheelchair to come with that package... WHACKK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eddie : Oopss... My fist slipped. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-6723650843499763972?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6723650843499763972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=6723650843499763972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6723650843499763972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6723650843499763972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-broke-my-leg.html' title='I broke my LEG!!!'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-3596919171240534250</id><published>2008-09-09T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:15:58.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream ride... does not come CHEAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SMZjEuIb8UI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0x4eCKWKubE/s1600-h/Mazda-RX8-056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243987748873564482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SMZjEuIb8UI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0x4eCKWKubE/s400/Mazda-RX8-056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This my friends, is a Mazda RX-8. 6 speed, 654 cc rotary engine, 247 bhp, sleek design and it's a 4 seater. I'd sure love to ride in this... just looking at it makes me drool... hehehe. But it's my 'dream' ride for a reason. Cause I can only see it in my dreams. I cannot possibly afford something like this in my life. I'm not sure but I think this baby cost around RM 90k. That ain't no small number. I won't go for secondhand also. Note that if it's secondhand, the car is either unwanted for a reason or sold cause the person who owned it had no other choice. And I don't want no dream car of mine to be my deathwish as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of cars, why do Japanese cars get downgraded when imported to other countries? That's such a drag man... Like if this car got imported here, it'll only have 237 bhp. If only I lived in Japan... home to drifting, Japanese cars, and AV girls LOL!!! Just kidding.... Oh yeah, I heard that in Japan there's a place called Shinjuku which is every girls dream place. Shinjuku like a shopping district in Japan which is quite famous and sells fashions of the latest trends. What? They make 1 million yen a year there? SERIOUSLY? Wait, if I opened a shop there, I could make big bucks too wouldn't I? And if I can make a whole lotta money... I can afford my DREAM CAR!!! YAY!!!... Huh? What was that again? 100 yen there is 1 ringgit here? Wait, that means that 1 million will turn out to be 10 thousand. 10k a year???!!! Which is 8k+ a month? Well not a bad pay... but thats years away from 90k... I guess life IS tough... Better save up a little now... hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-3596919171240534250?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3596919171240534250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=3596919171240534250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3596919171240534250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3596919171240534250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-dream-ride-does-not-come-cheap.html' title='My dream ride... does not come CHEAP!'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SMZjEuIb8UI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0x4eCKWKubE/s72-c/Mazda-RX8-056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-8541086852408103097</id><published>2008-09-08T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:05:24.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Government</title><content type='html'>*Sigh*... It disappoints me just thinking about our Malaysian government. To tell the truth, it's even worst than Taiwan's 'Ah Bian'. He only takes the country's money and run. But here, it's a whole different story. They take the money, I know, you know and they know. But they don't need to run. Cause they know we don't have the LP to confront them. But at least I have the LP to expose the truth!!! I don't know why, but most of the past prime ministers of Malaysia all have a dark story behind them. Lets start with some of the eldest of elders... Tunku Abdul Rahman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we know, he's the one who founded Malaysia. Why? Cause he got the LP to stand out for the dependence of Malaysians? Nope thats not it. According to the Sejarah books. (book of lies) Tunku Abdul Rahman came in agreement with Brunei... yes the small tiny country in between Sabah and Sarawak. Don't look down on that country... it may be Islamic, but they're damn rich. The plus side to that place is it's tax free there. Unlike the stupid government now keep eating our money with tax then using the money to feed themselves... Oops, back to the point. Rahman made agreements with Brunei to join up with Malaysia. For what? Cause in the west side there's not enough Malays. And they don't wanna call it Lakiasia. So how? Add together the east and west lah. Make one big happy country. (as if lah). Lies!! ALL LIES!!! The truth is Rahman tricked the Bruneian Sultan, telling him that he'll be one of the BIG BOSS MEN of Malaysia. This also includes Singapore too... And guess what? They're smart enough to break off with Malaysia. And see where they end up now? Singapore is one of the 4 dragon countries and Brunei is one of the richest countries in the world. Why? Cause they got bigger LP than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting mad? That's not all I tell ya. Know Tun Dr Mahathir Mohammad? Yalah, he's the person who actually put Malaysia on the map. I respect him too. If not, I probably will be living on top of a tree now. But then, he did bad things also. During his time of election, he had a nemesis, a rival. And he was a tough rival I should say myself. What was his name? Anwar Ibrahim. Yes, the same person who's gonna be prime minister 2 years later. Why can't Badawi just come down now... Anyway, back then the votes between Mahathir and Anwar were so close that the tension could cause their LP to fall off. So, being smart and awfully evil, Mahathir decided to frame Anwar. Saying he had raped a man... No you didn't hear me wrong, A MAN!! As stupid as it sounds fake, people actually believed it and sentenced him to jail. WTF?! So, by default, Mahadthir wins... cause rulers can't rule well in jail can they? And now Mahathir is packing up his bags, getting ready to leave the country, cause when Anwar gets up there... He knows he's in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout corruption... You'd think that the Malaysian government would learn from all this. But no, they don't. Now I'm gonna talk about the Mirian's rights!! Where do Malaysia get fuel to export? Miri lah. Where does all these fuel come from? From the belly of Canada Hill lah. Why is it called Canada Hill. I have no idea lah. And even though we, Malaysia is kinda like the main exporter of fuel. Why do we experience price raising in fuel prices? Don't say Malaysia lah. Why do WE, MIRIANS have to freakking pay this crappy price for our own crap from our own crappy land?! I give the government the finger ar... NAH!!! Should be free for us lah. Ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao, I sure typed a lot. And I sure was furious. And I studied my Sejarah? WOW!! Oh yeah, I apologize for my rojak slang. Example : Nah, Lah, Ish, Ar, and so on. Any inconvenience caused is because I live in Malaysia. So blame Malaysia, not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-8541086852408103097?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8541086852408103097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=8541086852408103097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8541086852408103097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8541086852408103097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/government.html' title='The Government'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-2514906816498216241</id><published>2008-09-07T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:06:29.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakia</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know its rude. But thats just how we call them. Actually, I think they earned the name themselves. Look, I'm not being racist or anything. Its just that what they do... well most of them at least... Seems so damn... LAKIA!! (some not all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can name a few things that they have trademarked. Example, their fashion. I dunno about elsewhere, but here, the LK all wear tight fit shirts that almost shows their belly and minature jeans that to me... don't seem to be so comforable. This should really change, instead of looking good, fly, styling, P-H-Fat... they look more of a G-A-Y. This are the guys of course... The girls masih okay eh... (note the 'eh...')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another trademark for them is their dance. Shuffle. Shuffle is supposed to be cool, slick, swift and feels good just by looking at it. But NOooo~~~ The LKs have to make it look like the dance was made for people who just come out from PBSM. (Persatuan Budak Sakit Mental) And because of this phenomena, we the chinese of Malaysia. Dare not shake to the beat of shuffle no more. NO MORE I SAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, their language. I have no idea what the hell they're talking about. It's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;LK : Ngadai.&lt;br /&gt;Me : WTF?&lt;br /&gt;LK : Phukek indai dek besar. (Its an insult)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to understand the dialog. Well, least they're good at Initial D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is just to comment about Laki... I mean, the bumi's of Malaysia. Any content which leads to anger, confusion, or even insults a person is just mere coincidence or I just did it on purpose. And also note that this post explains SOME and not ALL the BUMIs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-2514906816498216241?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2514906816498216241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=2514906816498216241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/2514906816498216241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/2514906816498216241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/lakia.html' title='Lakia'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-1392731505007199471</id><published>2008-09-06T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:25:30.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl vs Guy</title><content type='html'>Which is the better gender? Girls or guys? Well I'm a guy but I think being a girl is not bad. Girls can have soft, long, silky hair, they can be very pretty, they can wear skirts and they can easily manipulate us guys by acting cute. Yea.. so many advantages being a girl. But being a guy is not bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think being a guy is way more convenient than being a girl. For one girls go through a painful stage in life; puberty. They seem to emit blood from their undersides and sometimes experience massive pain in the belly when they drink cold water. This seems to be part of the reproductive system which is called menstruation. This can be learnt at Chapter 4 of form 3 science which I think is the only useful thing they teach in school... or maybe its cause of my yellow mindedness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is when girls use the toilet, then have to either sit down or bend down... cause they don't have the 'something' which us guys have. And yes the second flap on the toilet bowl is for their use. And in contrary to that, they also have to prepare tissue... for hygenic purposes which I have no freedom to blog about, cause I'm a guy. Now don't go saying : AIYERR HAMSAP!! I just know this, I dunno how, but I just do. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after puberty, girls mostly have to wear a second shirt. Or an undergarment. As we all know when girls get more mature... well... more things start to 'pop out'... so... in order for safety from exposure... this is a must for them. Cause us guys sometimes have wondering eyes. Ehehehe... So, this should be quite inconvenient cause it gets hot, takes longer time to get ready... maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay... this post maybe a little more yellow than I thought. But thats pretty much what I can think about for this topic. And its for your entertainment. So don't complain... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-1392731505007199471?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1392731505007199471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=1392731505007199471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1392731505007199471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1392731505007199471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/girl-vs-guy.html' title='Girl vs Guy'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-1095245752737670448</id><published>2008-09-06T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:33:56.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love is a very complicated thing. I'm not an expert at this, heck I totally suck at it. But here's some advice so you don't do the same mistakes I did in my past. Trust me you'll thank me for this. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, DO NOT fall in love with someone you meet online. Example, Friendster, MSN. YOU WILL end up regretting it if the person in the photo isn't the exact same person you seem to know. They say photos adds 20 pounds. That may be so but, now... In the 21st century of this sophisticated world. There is something that's more efficient, affordable, and more decietful than plastic surgery... Yes, a new nightmare... PHOTOSHOP!!! (and que the lightning). Fat people may seem thin, and thin people may seem fat. But MY photos are original and just as attractive as the real person... LOLS I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, DO NOT date a person who you don't even know crud about. Cause, the person might have a dark side that you'll never know. YOU WILL end up finding that the person might be a psycho serial killer, a terrorist, or even worst... A NERD!!! Or maybe YOU WILL end up finding the person's attitude to your liking. Which of course is a very low chance of happening, cause we are all human. Unless you ain't human, then I have no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... what else... Oh yeah! THIRDLY!!! DO NOT ever play around with girls feelings. I TELL YA, girls are not to be messed with seriously, unless if you wanna lose a ball or two. They're as evil as they look. Hehe just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, most girls DO NOT like guys who are OVERLY yellow minded. So do not simply open up to them about sexual things unless you are really really extremely positively hyperly SURE that they're okay with it. THEN you can start talking crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-1095245752737670448?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1095245752737670448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=1095245752737670448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1095245752737670448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1095245752737670448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-225008232068342615</id><published>2008-09-05T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:05:21.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR is coming to town.</title><content type='html'>Hehehe, every form 3's worst nightmare. PMR!!!It's supposed to be an important test that decides your fate whether you end up in science stream or art stream. With my smarts and intelligence, I managed to get myself 3 A's and 4 B's. (and the crowd goes... CHEH =.=) Ok, I know, it ain't the best of results... Unlike some of you who got straight A's, I prefer to goof off and relax during my free time, instead of reading, studying or in short, boring stuff. Hehe. Anyway back to the point. Some of my bestest best buddies are gonna go through this so called 'nightmare' so I'm just gonna wish you all the best of luck ya? Not that you'll need it cause I know you all are smarter than me and you'll probably rub it in my face later. But hey, I'm a nice guy, so... GOOD LUCK!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-225008232068342615?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/225008232068342615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=225008232068342615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/225008232068342615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/225008232068342615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/pmr-is-coming-to-town.html' title='PMR is coming to town.'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-6374696639219401357</id><published>2008-08-31T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:00:57.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>有时后</title><content type='html'>有时后, 我总是觉得我对他所做的一切, 都是白费的.&lt;br /&gt;有时后, 我总是觉得我只带给他烦恼.&lt;br /&gt;有时后, 我总是觉得我不可能带给他他所要的东西.&lt;br /&gt;有时后, 我总是觉得我很非.&lt;br /&gt;但是,&lt;br /&gt;我还是愿意等候.&lt;br /&gt;等候总有一天,&lt;br /&gt;他会张开眼睛,&lt;br /&gt;而了解我所对他做的一切,&lt;br /&gt;是为了他而做的.&lt;br /&gt;我愿意努力,&lt;br /&gt;我愿意牺牲,&lt;br /&gt;我愿意等候.&lt;br /&gt;因为.&lt;br /&gt;我心理,&lt;br /&gt;只有他...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-6374696639219401357?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6374696639219401357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=6374696639219401357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6374696639219401357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6374696639219401357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='有时后'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-1988609062669735237</id><published>2008-08-30T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:19:18.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>That girl is so DANGEROUS,&lt;br /&gt;That girl is so DANGEROUS,&lt;br /&gt;That girl is a bad girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Akon ft Kardinall Official : Dangerous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you don't go and treat them right,&lt;br /&gt;they're gonna come kick your hide.&lt;br /&gt;But that ain't the worst of all,&lt;br /&gt;they might even go kick your balls.&lt;br /&gt;Got you suckered up cause they look so hot.&lt;br /&gt;Dirty work? Oh sure why not?&lt;br /&gt;Everything they want they got,&lt;br /&gt;girl you know that you need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Colby O'donnis ft Akon : What you got)(Eddie version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, just messing around. But I know how evil girls can get so... is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late to apologize?&lt;br /&gt;It's too late?!&lt;br /&gt;Oh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One republic ft Timbaland : Apologize)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-1988609062669735237?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1988609062669735237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=1988609062669735237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1988609062669735237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1988609062669735237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/08/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-5507558598546071188</id><published>2008-08-30T21:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:47:19.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Moonlit Sky...</title><content type='html'>Watching the sunset by the sands,&lt;br /&gt;I try to reach out with my hands.&lt;br /&gt;The distant sound of the waves,&lt;br /&gt;my heart pounds as I gaze.&lt;br /&gt;The once light-filled sky,&lt;br /&gt;turns to a curtain of stars shining by.&lt;br /&gt;And as the clouds fade away,&lt;br /&gt;the moon clears up the day.&lt;br /&gt;Gentle light contrast with the soft sea breeze,&lt;br /&gt;soothes my heart and puts it to ease.&lt;br /&gt;As I doze off,&lt;br /&gt;under the moonlit sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original poem by yours trully. DON'T STEAL IT! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-5507558598546071188?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5507558598546071188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=5507558598546071188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5507558598546071188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5507558598546071188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/08/under-moonlit-sky.html' title='Under the Moonlit Sky...'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-8061552588136319276</id><published>2008-08-30T02:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:42:23.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I get through life.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, life doesn't go the way you want it right? Like maybe you should've taken the chocolate cake instead of the vanilla. Or when you decided to go cycling and ended up in the drainage system. Or maybe when you're dating a girl and you feel like its better off with the other girl. (I'm just saying). It just helps to bang your head on the wall, or for a less painful experience, you could scream your heart out at the beach during sunset. It all works for me. You can't run away from your problems cause as we all know, the more you run, the harder it's gonna bite you in the ass. Then at one point, you'd be eaten up whole. I've an awkward and weird example for this but it's too embarrasing for me to blog it out because the people involve might be reading this. So I ain't gonna be stoopid and get eaten again. But as always, I've another story to tell. Everyone who knows me knows that I'm composed of 75% lazy, 20% fat, and 5% to the other good stuff. Thats not alot is it? Anyway, in contrary to my laziness, I don't do schoolwork, I skip class and sleep alot. Pretty pathetic eh? But my mind keeps telling me 'Get your fat ass off the couch and do your damned homework' As hard as I try to overcome my laziness, it undergoes a hostile take over of my body and eventually I end up sleeping and flunking my exams. Seriously this ain't all my fault. If education was a bit more 'fun' I would've done my homework instead of blogging here right? C'mon I know you all agree with me on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-8061552588136319276?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8061552588136319276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=8061552588136319276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8061552588136319276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8061552588136319276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-i-get-through-life.html' title='How I get through life.'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-1017198668067777786</id><published>2008-08-29T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:13:26.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New start again</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd change stuff. Cause I'd thought I change myself. Getting bored of my old life. Today is a Friday. I didn't go to school cause its the last day of the last week of the 8th month. In most other countries, its probably no special thing. In our country, its National Day. And to us Malaysians which I'm not proud to be. All schools have to sing all the freaking long and boring patriotic songs. Every year I do this, I lose my voice the next day. And then I had to do hand signals which then people think I'm crazy and distance themselves from me. And thats how I came to hate these kinda occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Those who read my blog and want me to link them, feel free to put your link in my cbox and I'll link you up when I'm free hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-1017198668067777786?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1017198668067777786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=1017198668067777786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1017198668067777786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1017198668067777786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-start-again.html' title='New start again'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-3529701421035274610</id><published>2008-06-08T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:49:38.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no... The rotten days are coming back again. The days when you have to sleep and wake early, the days of stress and pressure, and worst of them all... the days when you start to... LEARN!!! Ow... my brains hurting by the mere thought of that. In truth, it ain't that bad. Just that some teachers like to make it a bad thing. Especially when they're getting old and doesn't exactly know what the heck they're doing. For example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I done my homework in class...&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : What are you doing slacking off there? Have you finished what you're supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Uh... Yea....&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : (Rudely interupts) Let me see your workings. Didn't I tell you to do the specified workings when doing this... questio... Hmm... Okay, correct.&lt;br /&gt;Me : (What was all that bullshit for?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish those old teachers can really retire...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-3529701421035274610?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3529701421035274610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=3529701421035274610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3529701421035274610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3529701421035274610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-6603659915678865483</id><published>2008-06-06T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:58:56.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored of playing the slow and tideous MapleStory? Think it takes too long to level up? Want to earn easy mesos? Look no further. Introducing... *drumroll* RenzMs Private Server!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Original skills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SEgbJu1MdtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ADKiu0Z_RJM/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208442823057897170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SEgbJu1MdtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ADKiu0Z_RJM/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friendly GM's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SEgbJylHN2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/AIePD0Ww9Z4/s1600-h/untitled3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208442824064186210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SEgbJylHN2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/AIePD0Ww9Z4/s400/untitled3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny moments&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SEgbKCzFsqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yeZ8tHCFnG8/s1600-h/untitled4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208442828417774242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SEgbKCzFsqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yeZ8tHCFnG8/s400/untitled4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not join us now? For more information log on to &lt;a href="http://renzms.game-server.cc/"&gt;http://renzms.game-server.cc/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-This server is just for fun so don't expect everything to work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Must download MapleGlobal setup &lt;a href="http://www.mapleglobal.com/"&gt;http://www.mapleglobal.com/&lt;/a&gt; minimum of version 0.53.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-6603659915678865483?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6603659915678865483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=6603659915678865483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6603659915678865483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6603659915678865483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/06/bored-of-playing-slow-and-tideous.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SEgbJu1MdtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ADKiu0Z_RJM/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-1624359386709067368</id><published>2008-06-05T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:02:54.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SEgJr1TZRnI/AAAAAAAAACU/6RYsRA0lVcw/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208423617701430898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SEgJr1TZRnI/AAAAAAAAACU/6RYsRA0lVcw/s200/DSC00449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tell you ar... The price of everything in Malaysia is getting too overpriced. Just see this Petronas behind my house. One word. NGAIDI!!!. Keep honking ar, I no need sleep meh? Even got people come down from their car whack the people in front for being too slow. Petrol price went up, rice price went up, everything went up. Except for our gaji. Haiz. So sad you know. Later Malaysia people all become pokgai people I tell you. The stupid government dunno what the hell they're doing. Raise all the price but still want us pay that shit income tax. If one ringgit a day I dun care la. But they count % from your gaji ba. No consideration for the rakyat Malaysia whatsoever... So now I know, government are human and we are not. Fair meh? I burn down your parlimen later I tell you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tell you ar. If all the Mirian's were smart, we would've voted for that Fang Bao De guy. Dunno how to spell his english name. If we did that, the stupid government won't have control over so much of our money. Say petrol. I'm a Mirian, the place where 70% or so of petrol is digged up here and exported. But what do we get? Shit. You steal my thing and ask me pay to get it back. Why have to do till so lan si oo... Not even 50% discount ar? KNS la you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know many people are asking me right now. Why suddenly use broken english? I tell you ar, in Malaysia ar, broken english... Is very kesi de. Cause here ar, is like rojak country, got malay, got chinese, got indian also. Sometime can even find bangala. So rojak country ar, use rojak lo. And 1 more thing ar, formal english ar, very boring de, read till you fall asleep ar. What proof? You see my c-box la. Nobody come my blog liao. T.T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-1624359386709067368?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1624359386709067368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=1624359386709067368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1624359386709067368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1624359386709067368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-tell-you-ar.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/SEgJr1TZRnI/AAAAAAAAACU/6RYsRA0lVcw/s72-c/DSC00449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-4832315824543375499</id><published>2008-05-01T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:19:28.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only she knew,&lt;br /&gt;how my love for her grew.&lt;br /&gt;Telling her how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Is something I fail to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird ya? Everytime I try to tell her, I lack the courage to do so. And whenever I decide to do so, she's not around to hear. I don't think I should tell her though... Is it the right time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her presence,&lt;br /&gt;calms me down.&lt;br /&gt;She makes me smile,&lt;br /&gt;whenever I frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether its some kinda puppy love or something. I just feel that way. I wonder whether this feeling is true. I've gotta make sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-4832315824543375499?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4832315824543375499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=4832315824543375499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4832315824543375499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4832315824543375499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-only-she-knew-how-my-love-for-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-6733998501882464081</id><published>2008-05-01T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:20:28.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna tell ya all... Today is my birthday!!! Well, yesterday in fact. Guessed I blogged a little late. Birthdays are a wonderful thing huh? Suddenly everyone treats you in a different way. Being someone special for a day once every year. But don't get me wrong, its not like I like birthdays so that I can get many presents, hold parties or anything. Actually, to tell the truth, I don't like people doing too much for me. It just feels... like I owe them something in return. Or how do we chinese say it 'Bu hao yi shi'. Just saying 'Happy Birthday!!' is enough to get me through the day with a smile on my face. But if you wanna gimme presents or hold parties for me, I can't say no to that either right? But if you do so, then you will get the same thing back on your birthday too. ^^ Oh yeah, almost forgot. I wanna say thanks to all my friends and my family, help me celebrate and wish me a happy happy birthday. I really really apprieciate it a lot. Thanks guys ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-6733998501882464081?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6733998501882464081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=6733998501882464081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6733998501882464081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6733998501882464081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wanna-tell-ya-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-1062383175040538145</id><published>2008-04-29T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:16:29.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted to go to the beach, watching the sunset with your loved one? Just the two of you, sitting on the white sands. The only sound you hear is the sea, the birds and the both of you whispering to each other... When the sun slowly sets, the two of you come closer and closer. Trying to get warmth as the bright sky darkens. Then your lips slowly move towards your lovers ear. A shallow voice is heard... Three soft words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I........ Love........ Yo......... *RIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning alarm sounds and the next thing you know. You're late for school... Sigh... best to stop dreaming, and face up to reality. Good things never happen when your eyes are wide open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-1062383175040538145?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1062383175040538145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=1062383175040538145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1062383175040538145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1062383175040538145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-you-ever-wanted-to-go-to-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-3402805619480325419</id><published>2008-04-28T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:47:45.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had enough!!! ENOUGH!!! The least I want now is PEOPLE GETTING ON MY FUCKING NERVES!!! Listen up assholes and bitches!!! BACK OFF!!! Before I lose it and rip your fucking organs out. Now I'm gonna be straight and yell my heart out. Things are really getting outta hand. Someone needs to teach some people some lessons... I'm not gonna hold anything back today, I don't even care if whether what I say today is gonna offend people or even lose my friendship with them. I have to do this or else no one will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The St Co. school authorities. You guys have some nerve huh? Thinking you can just do anything with your power? As teachers? I don't think so. You can't keep blaming us for not paying attention and blabbering our fucking minds out. Wanna know why? Cause you teachers aren't doing a good job on making learning a fun thing to do. We just chit chat away to entertain ourselves from being bored to death. SO YOU"D BETTER BACK OFF OR GO EAT SHIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ki Su Kong. A student? YES. A true friend? NO. Look, its not like I wanna say things about you in the internet and anything. But you leave me no choice. When will you learn to keep secrets between friends? Or are we not friend enough for you? Or do you like telling our secrets to girls who don't even give a damn about you? You think that sucking up to those girls will give you a shot with them? You don't know the half of it. Stop being a kid and grow up!! This is the real world!!! You don't get things like that so easily!!! And don't think you can buy anything with your money. You can't buy back my trust, friendship or love for that matter. Learn this and change. Its for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pricilla Tho. What can I say about this girl? If you like to chase guys so much, then keep it to yourself and don't put it to other peoples faces!!! Why do you like to do this? Is it fun to you? And why do you change your heart so easily? Today you like him. Tomoro you like some other people. How would you feel if the person you like throws you away for someone prettier than you? And why can't you get along with the person who likes you than trying to be with the person who don't give a damn about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said enough here today. I'm tired, I need rest. Got any problems? Look for me personally. Bastards and bitches out there. You'd better watch out. Your true identities will be exposed for the beasts that you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-3402805619480325419?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3402805619480325419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=3402805619480325419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3402805619480325419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3402805619480325419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-had-enough-enough-least-i-want-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-4681526013195543855</id><published>2008-03-02T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:09:50.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As everyone knows, I'm a guy, male. And my counterpart, is of course, the girls, females. They may still be human, but to me, they're like another being from another different world. Its so totally hard to understand them. If you have read my previous blogs, you would have known some of the girls I know are either bitches, dumb as a stump, hard to get anything in their heads. But some are just plain loveable... Hehehe... Today, I had another unforgettable experience with a girl. A really really stubborn girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name  : Felicia Wong Chee Wei (a.k.a the pillow stealer)&lt;br /&gt;Age     : 16 (Doesn't act her age or look her age in that matter... in a good way)&lt;br /&gt;School : My school. But in a better class than me. How? Cause she only believes in the things that are said in the book. (My theory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her today, cause ya know, being bored, nothing to do. So why not call someone to mess with, since I have too much phone credit anyway. As I was browsing through my contact list. There was one person who I never messed with before. But she never answer my calls anyway. Ah what the heck, lets just give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia : Hello&lt;br /&gt;Me       : Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Felicia : Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Me       : Hello&lt;br /&gt;Felicia : Hey!!! Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me       : You don't recognise my voice meh? Some friend you are.&lt;br /&gt;Felicia : I know la, you're Jun Hong.&lt;br /&gt;Me       : What?? Its me la, Xing Lai De (Guy with the surname Lai)&lt;br /&gt;Felicia : I not stupid la, I can differenciate your voices.&lt;br /&gt;Me       : What the, its really me la stupiak!!!&lt;br /&gt;Felicia : I don't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so on. Its tiring talking to her, and sad. Somehow it feels like talking to my mom. Are most girls like this? I seriously hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-4681526013195543855?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4681526013195543855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=4681526013195543855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4681526013195543855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4681526013195543855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-everyone-knows-im-guy-male.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-3325721489469389342</id><published>2008-03-01T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:01:45.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like quitting school, cause most of the things they teach here are totally useless. What makes it worst, is that we get pissed at everyday for being too god damned noisy. What can we do? Chatting our hearts out is basically how people survived on this planet for so long. Can't blame us for being loud and unattentive right? We're only human. After school, comes more nagging from my parents. Study hard, sleep early, get to school on time, listen to teachers... Seriously, I need some alone time. But they don't understand. I hate arguing with them as they think that they're always right cause they think they've been through life and all. Why can't they understand that times change. Stop being so old fashioned. Lame arses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had experienced life, in a different way I think. I always do things that other people don't usually do. Yeah, thats me alright. When people wanna study, I don't. When people wanna be rich, I don't. When people wanna live, I don't. It sounds stupid doesn't it? But this is whats going through my head since I was born. Challenging myself to do things that people won't do. Ending up, me being a sad sad little boy, regreting most of the things that I've done. Making me hate life, more and more... Why not just change the way I am? Lets let fate decide on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys hate seeing me being all emotional and all. Usually I'd have someone to talk to about this, but then... She hasn't been online for sometime. So all I could do to express my feelings is here. Oh yeah, I wanna let you all know something. I might have said that I regret most of the things I've done. But one thing's for sure, I will never regret, the friends that I have made. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-3325721489469389342?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3325721489469389342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=3325721489469389342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3325721489469389342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3325721489469389342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-feel-like-quitting-school-cause-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-5606915091771321308</id><published>2008-02-28T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:37:26.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every year, my school holds sports day. And every year, I disappear from the stadium. Where'd I go? Out of course... I thought this year, I could have fun with the guys and all. But I guessed wrong. VERY VERY WRONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as every year. I either go to Parkson or Imperial. But then the guys decided to go to Imperial, cause some of our friends booked a hotel room for us to have fun in. We thought we could rest awhile there after a morning of DotA already. Then one of my friends decided to surprise them with our presence, as no one knew we were coming. When we reached the 21st floor, we found out that the room was at the 20th floor. 'Lets take the stairs' My friends said merrily with joy and happiness. But little we know that the stairs we took, was doored with fire-resisting doors. Meaning, open from the inside, locked from the outside. Meaning we were locked out. Meaning there's no air-conditioning. Meaning... a whole lot of sweat. Now we can only rely on our friends which we were gonna surprise. And how unreliable they are. With lack of intelligence and listening skills. We finally got out at a record time of 20 minutes later... And ya would've thought our day couldn't get any worst. Well it did. As we reached the room that we all paid for equally. Some bitch ass came and told us to get lost. WHAT THE HELL??? Hey, this room is ours too. As if she cared. And for the rest of the day, I completely lost my mood to fool around being goofy. Wanting to slap the crap outta that bitch. But whatever, tomoro is a whole new HAPPY day!!!! ---------------- NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              DAY TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today, I find that some girls, can be so much bitchier than other girls. What makes it worst, is that she is my so-called *F-R-I-E-N-D*. Not really best of friends, but still friends. And what a mother F**king crybaby she is. And hell of a stupid ass too!!! What makes her a F**kish crybaby is that she cries in just about every single little thing that has happened. When you don't talk to her, she gets into a tantrum and cries. When you advise her, she doesn't give a damn, and cries. When she loses her handphone, she wants us to help her find it, scolding us for not finding it and you've guessed it, cry cry boo hoo. What makes her a F**king stupid ass,  is that when she said she want to commit suicide cause of this incident. A life for a handphone. Sounds pretty smart to me. That not all, she also swore to herself not to go back home untill she found it, and then dragging us to be slaves to look for her handphone. And when I told her to just tell her parents about it, she tells me either she finds it, or buy a new one, so that her parents won't be mad cause she lost her 1st phone just lately plus the phone isn't hers, its her sisters. Then I told her, won't your parents be more mad if  they found out that you lost the phone and bought a new one with the money that you borrowed from other people? She just arrogantly walked away. By here, I totally had enough of her. I didn't even wanna care what happens to her. Then her friends walked to me and said, 'Why are you so heartless?' I raged with fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'HEARTLESS?? HEARTLESS??!! SHE DRAGS US ALL OVER PARKSON TO FIND A HANDPHONE THAT SHE LOST HERSELF, DOESN'T EVEN LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY TO HER, AND SCOLDS US FOR NOT DOING A GOOD JOB AT LOOKING FOR IT, THROWING OUR FACES AWAY BY SCREAMING AND YELLING AROUND THE WHOLE PLACE, AND YOU CALL ME HEARTLESS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to deserve this kinda fate... DON'T ANSWER. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-5606915091771321308?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5606915091771321308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=5606915091771321308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5606915091771321308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5606915091771321308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/02/every-year-my-school-holds-sports-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-7185917562810431076</id><published>2008-01-24T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:01:49.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man... My hair!!! My precious hair!!! What? The new look looks good on me? Really? LOL WEIRD LA!!! ZZZzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late to school again. But I thought its just stand there, write your name and go back to class. But today, they check our hair. What the... thats a surprise... Well long as they don't cut my fringe... (CHOMP)... WTF... *My hair slowly falls to the ground* NOOOOO!!!!! DUDE!!! NOT COOL!!! Whos got a mirror? Anyone? Anyone??!! *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says that my new look looks quite good... I guess a slight change is ok once in awhile... But I still feel weird. I'm not used to showing my forehead, cause my head's huge!!! Seriously. Some even say I look like Yang Zhong Wei. Ya know, the guy from that show... I'm not bragging la... You go ask other people. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-7185917562810431076?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7185917562810431076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=7185917562810431076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7185917562810431076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7185917562810431076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-7953740544319209739</id><published>2008-01-22T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:02:06.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The truth CAN kill... or at least make you scream and faint. Somethings are better left unsaid. Experience from Mr I Love To Kepo. Lately... I've been extreamly tired. Tired of studying, tired of trying to solve problems, tired of living perhaps... I've been searching for my reason to live for so long... In the end, I just live to have as much fun as possible. But then I found that, all play and no work, makes me, a really really clueless piece of crap. Least thats how I feel. But everytime I try and try to fix this problem... My lazyness will get the better of me. Now, I live for nothing, again... I seriously need to get a life, before I end this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life, I may seem like a cheerful, playful, and a lil bit perverted person. But inside, my heart desires for something. As I grow older, my desires burn more and more. Although unknown what my own desires are, I still live to seek my own truth. The more I think of it, the more my emotions grow. Especially my hatred for myself, for everything I did wrong. Its so fraustrating, but no one could understand. I think... I figured something out... What I've been longing for so long... I need someone who could understand me more than myself. Someone who can listen and not complain... Someone who can be there for me... When the time comes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-7953740544319209739?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7953740544319209739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=7953740544319209739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7953740544319209739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7953740544319209739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/truth-can-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-697221570666697354</id><published>2008-01-17T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:52:20.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Steamyx is lagging again. Took me so long just to log in my blog. Its so annoying whenever that happens. But things which are made in Malaysia all suck anyway. Malaysia really needs to improve their... Okay honestly we need to improve everything. Living standards, education, and get new doctors that actually give a damn about whether you live or die. Seriously. How do the government actually make money... Oh yeah, the large supply of oil that they 'steal' from our town and still make us pay the full price for it. If they actully use the money for some things which are actually useful to Malaysia, I won't complain. But they aren't, so I'm complaining. Reminds me of school... They have so much money to build a nice, new block for those teachers which also comes with CLEAN toilets... But, they can't even give a damn about getting us a basketball court. It ain't important?? WELL F*** YOU!!! I can see why we keep losing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of my friends are sick lately... with the cough cough and the 'AHHH CHOOO'. Glad that I'm not sick. But whenever I get sick, its either a public holiday or some day where everyone haves fun but I have to stay at home drinking chicken soup, and miraculously... Gets completely healed the next day... which is a school day... which means I have to go to school... *sigh* Why do bad things always happen to me? Is it cause I keep teasing girls? I guess so... ^^. Oh yeah, to those who're sick. GET WELL SOON YA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-697221570666697354?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/697221570666697354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=697221570666697354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/697221570666697354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/697221570666697354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/steamyx-is-lagging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-7591298776737609552</id><published>2008-01-16T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:58:36.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is full of mistakes... and thats why, we learn to not do them again. But for me, its a whole different story. I just keep repeating mistakes over and over and over.... ah you get the idea. I can only get things right after the 3rd or 4th time I make the mistake. *Sigh* I have no idea whats wrong with me... I've been messing up everything lately, and even if I don't mess up I think about what I've messed up before. Its like all stress all day. My heads spinning. Usually I'd have someone that talks about these things with me... but lately she's not online, and when she is, I'm off... So mine as well express how I feel to you guys. The ratholes that love to bomb stressed out poor ol' Eddie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know... I've always wondered how it is after someone dies. Do they wander around as ghosts? Or do they go to heaven and hell like the bible says. Hence the name DeathSeeker as most of you would know. Trying to find a way to die, then come back to life after that to tell everyone how it is. Hehehe, I know... Its impossible. We only have 1 and only 1 life. Can't repeat it, can't redo it. Just live it to the fullest. Don't keep crapping yourselves about whats gonna happen or what has happened. Just do what you can to make 'Today' the best today ever. Cause you'll never know when our times gonna come. I know that I sound very moody today, and NO I'm not having my 'period' goddammit. I'M A GUY!!! =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-7591298776737609552?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7591298776737609552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=7591298776737609552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7591298776737609552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7591298776737609552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-is-full-of-mistakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-629877569789540494</id><published>2008-01-13T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:42:27.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Homework homework homework... I hate homework. Well... not exactly. I'm just lazy, thats all. But my mom keep nagging me to do my homework. Its just so annoying. I know that I'm in Form 4 now and everything is changing... and I should change as well and blah blah blah. Its my life and I decide how I wanna live. Not my mom, or you, or anyone of you whose using my C-Box now. So stop bombing me. Especially that Edlyn Chee *B--*. Why I wanna say her? Cause she wrote the longest sentence there. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why some girls are so... different than others. Some girls like to act cute, when there're not cute whatsoever. Why? Are you that desperate for attention? If you wanna act cute, then at least get plastic surgery. If not its like... OMFG!!! Some girls like to think they're all that, 'Dai Sai', mess with me and you die. But they're not, cause I'm still alive. Why? Does it mean that you can be the 'Da Jie' of the school? And finally, some girls are just... just... just... so... B----. Of course not all girls are like that, just some that I know, and grown to hate in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a couple of things to say. Who is 'It Is Me' in my C-box? How do I know that It Is You, if I have no idea who the heck YOU are? Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-629877569789540494?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/629877569789540494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=629877569789540494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/629877569789540494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/629877569789540494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/homework-homework-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-6352878465533300552</id><published>2008-01-12T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:27:46.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dunno what to talk bout today, so I think I should teach all you how to read MY NAME. My name is Eddie Lai Chii Yea. Okay? Got that? You can call me Eddie or Chii Yea, but please don't call me DiDi Lai, or Yea Yea, and most certainly do NOT call me Lai Yea Jing (Menstruation). Look, I don't really have any issues if you call me that. Just that, its just not right. Does it feel right to you? I guess... I guess it does doesn't it? Or else no one would call me any of those names in the 1st place... Sigh~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-6352878465533300552?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6352878465533300552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=6352878465533300552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6352878465533300552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6352878465533300552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dunno-what-to-talk-bout-today-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-1886539597831925705</id><published>2008-01-10T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:46:16.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh... carsick... head pain... feel like throwing up. Why? Well... listen to my story then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a holiday. What do they call it? A...wan...Mur...haram... or something like that. But who cares, its a holiday and I'm free to slack off. Starting of the day, I thought maybe I should have some fun at the cyber, ya know? DOTA... yea... The guys say they wanna go to MCC somewhere near Imperial. I told them to go earlier, to find us a spot and everything. But Nooo~ They won't listen. Well they had their own problems to deal with anyway. In the end, no spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I know but you don't A: So what now?&lt;br /&gt;Someone I know but you don't B: Lets go to PROGRESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although person B got whacked in the head hard. But all agreed to it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I know but you don't C: Lets take the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Someone I know but you don't D: Hey look there it goes now.... (Cricket sings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR???!!! WE'RE GONNA MISS IT!!! RUN FOR YOUR RIDE!!!! Don't worry, we got on it on time. Phew... Sometimes, you gotta do everything to do what you wanna do. Long as its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after DOTA'ing, another friend of mine that you won't know called. Seems likes he wanna play some basketball. So why not? Some exercise would be good after a long day of OWNING. So basketball, yeah. Now that everyones here, lets bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the game....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block him!!! Don't let him get through!!! He's gonna shoot!!! *Bang* DENIED!!!&lt;br /&gt;Alright bring it to the other side, get the 3 pointer!!! *Swoosh* 1ST BLOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok defend defend!!! They're pushing through!!! Gangbang them. *Swoosh* KILLING SPREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last point and we win!!! So lets make it count!!! Stun him!!! Ok blink through. Thats it!!! Now aim the Frozen Throne!!! Last hit!!! *Swoosh* BEYOND GODLIKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.... the game might have sounded like DOTA. But what do you expect from a gang who play DOTA all day long? What was that? What does all this have anything to do with being carsick? Oh right... I forgot to tell you guys now did I? Ok heres how, I went to dinner tonight and had to drive a long way to Morsjaya after that to drive some of my family members home. Then had to drive back home. Long drives make me dizzy ok? Thats it. How am I feeling now? Oh much better. After taking some advice from someone. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes the end of today's.... FATED STORY!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-1886539597831925705?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1886539597831925705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=1886539597831925705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1886539597831925705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1886539597831925705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-5012449244758035875</id><published>2008-01-09T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:46:57.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo~ I'm back. Well thought I'd blog today about whats been happening in my life nowadays. Why the sudden interest? Well... hehehe... I seem to have lotsa fans out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately schools reopened, and guess what? This year, I'm a senior. Yeah thats right, big bro's coming to crash the party... as if. Unlike most seniors, especially those prefects, I don't mess with you if you don't mess with me. So why not just leave us alone? Is it so hard to keep your nosy asses outta our business? I don't mean all them prefects, just those snobby wannabe's that're looking for a very hard punch in the face. I can't say who exactly, but if you YES YOU are reading this. BE-CARE-FUL who you crap on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Anyone of you got stomach ulcer before? Ulcer, gastric, whatever you call it. Its all PAIN and all PUKE. For those who wanna hear bout my experince please read through and those who don't wanna see their dinner again, just scroll down. Okay, it sorta feels like a backed up toilet, when the food can't get through the sewage system a.k.a the intestines. Its just comes back from where it came from. I bet you all seen your shit unable being flushed down the toilet. You know how gross that is right? Well imagine half disgested shit coming out your mouth. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing, STOP FREAKKING CRAPPING ON ME ABOUT FREAKKING LINKING YOUR FREAKKING BLOG ON MY FREAKKING PAGE CAUSE I DON'T FREAKKING KNOW HOW TO FREAKKING LINK YOU CAUSE THIS IS A FREAKKING CUSTOM LAYOUT WHICH I FREAKKING DONT KNOW HOW TO FREAKKING DEAL WITH CAUSE I'M FREAKKING NOOB WITH FREAKKING BLOGGING UNLIKE ALL YOU FREAKS WHO FREAKKING BLOG EVERY FREAKKING DAY AND BECOME FREAKKING PRO CAUSE YOU KNOW FREAKKING EVERYTHING ABOUT FREAKKING BLOGGING AND IN THE END  BEING GOD DAMN FREAKKING SNOB ABOUT FREAKKING THAT. FREAKKING Phew... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-5012449244758035875?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5012449244758035875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=5012449244758035875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5012449244758035875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5012449244758035875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/boo-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-5408423012297220436</id><published>2007-10-26T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T21:39:14.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey, how's everyone today? Ugh... I've nothing to post ya know? So don't blame me for not blogging all this time, alright? Life's just plain boring... how boring? Imagine watching grass grow... HECK! Even that's more interesting than MY life. But then, its fate ain't it? Fate... oh how I wanna whack you in the face... But hey, don't blame fate, blame god, the person who created fate, and the person who seem to have crapped all over my life. To all you holy Christians who get all 'Oh mighty god, please don't crap on my life...AMEN' Don't get offended. Cause what I say today, was also fated to be. So don't blame me, blame the almighty god who loves to crap all over a person named Eddie. Oh yeah, and PS : Your crap really stinks, go eat more fruits... AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR is over. But then, the school has to force us all to go back to school. How come Chung Hua doesn't need to go to school anymore? WHY do you guys at St Co have to be such ratholes? IS it passed down from generation to generation? WHAT interesting activities could you guys possibly plan out for us to kill boredom? ALL I go there is eat and sleep anyway. BUT what do I know? I haven't even went to school after PMR is over. Hahaha, just helping to express the feelings of the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come the teachers just don't understand how boring it is in school? Besides making friends and learning basicly useless crap. There isn't much to do in school. Weren't you teachers kids yourself? Oh right... its the new millenium. Here's some suggestions on what school these days should need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A cyber cafe&lt;br /&gt;2. A mall&lt;br /&gt;3. A lounge / pub / place to hang out and chill. NO TEACHERS ALLOWED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if these suggestions are met, people won't wanna study anymore. Which is a bad thing right? I always wondered... If the world was in my control... It'll be in a whole lot of chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-5408423012297220436?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5408423012297220436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=5408423012297220436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5408423012297220436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5408423012297220436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-hey-hows-everyone-today-ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-5541872867347044742</id><published>2007-08-22T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:48:08.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are lots of thing on my mind now... Lets browse through and see whats been going on in my head. Wow... it's dark in here... Who turned off the lights? (Lights on) Oh, ok much better... Get rid of the spider webs, clean the dust... alright. Should be working properly now. Man I've really gotta maintain this thing from time to time. Anyway back to the topic, many things have been bugging me like the upcoming test, can I have anymore fun, how to get rid of this lag and whether that certain girl... *ahem* looks like I went too far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          All of the things above link to one another... I think. The upcoming test PMR is really getting on my nerves. My parents are forcing me to do what I do worst. STUDY!!! How could you do this to your own youngest son??!! Cruel cruel world... Well cause of this I have limits to my fun as well, crap... I can't go basketball cause I've got tuition, I can't go DotA'ing cause I need to do revisions and I can't hang out with my friends cause... Hey, what am I complaining about? I bet you guys are the same too. At least we are all in this together. *Evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;           I've been doing some research too. Looks like some of us are using the internet far more lately. Which adds up to the recent lag I've been experiencing. I agree with you guys, we should all have as much fun as possible now before it's too late. I mean, we're only kids. What can we do besides having fun, hanging out and getting pampered? Why take things so seriously? And that my friends... is the thoughts of happy go lucky people. Like me!!! Yay. Huh? What was that? What does any of this have to do with.... SHHHH. It's a secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-5541872867347044742?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5541872867347044742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=5541872867347044742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5541872867347044742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/5541872867347044742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-are-lots-of-thing-on-my-mind-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-2655324089404681448</id><published>2007-08-22T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:43:33.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today at approximately 12:28am, everyone in my MSN list including me has just disconnected. This would show how bad the Malaysian broadband or Streamyx for short truly is. A technical failure? I don't think so... Many people have complained about Streamyx but do they even care? I highly doubt that. Look, I'm not trying to protest anything here alright? Don't get all 'Oh fuck off' with me just cause I'm just explaining some issues. Why should Streamyx listen to me? Here's why. You guys never seem to give a logic explaination for the lags that occur. You say that its the earthquake that messed up the line in the ocean and bla bla bla. Then how come Singapore's broadband and other broadbands in other countrys can have good connections in just a short time after the splitting of the earth? What? Don't tell me that we Malaysians can't keep up with a country even as small as Singapore? If you want people to stop complaining then get your fat ass and go fix the problem. I think that should be enough for today. What? You wanna sue me? If you do you'd also be against the 'Screamyx' gang... You won't want that now would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-2655324089404681448?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2655324089404681448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=2655324089404681448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/2655324089404681448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/2655324089404681448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-at-approximately-1228am-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-4096928392898094734</id><published>2007-08-21T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:18:17.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's what I've gotta say...</title><content type='html'>Look guys, sorry for the late blogging. I had things... a lot of things to sort out. These days my blog ain't really special no more, yeah no more funny stuff and whatever and this is caused by some creativity lost and major brain damage from the stress of PMR. If you're no Malaysian, you won't know whats PMR. PMR is something I like to call legallised torture from the goverment, or PENDERAAAN oleh MENTERI terhadap RAKYAT (PMR). It's a test, but no ordianary test, this test will test you of three years on crappy useless things that they teach you in a so called 'facility' code named 'S-C-H-O-O-L'. For example :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language&lt;br /&gt;Question  : Please write out the plot, characters, and setting of this novel.&lt;br /&gt;Answer    : Does this have anything to do with making lots of money in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;Question  : Simplify 3x &gt; 5x-10&lt;br /&gt;Answer    : Does this help me to become a better person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Question  : What is the date of the contract signed by... blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Answer    : Dunno don't care... Huh? Do we need to know this? WHY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now do you get the picture? It's pure torture right? Getting us to answer these bullshit. HEY GOVERNER!!! IF YOU'RE LOOKING AT THIS!!! NOW YOU SHOULD KNOW WHY PEOPLE RATHER SKIP SCHOOL THAN BE IN SCHOOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-4096928392898094734?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4096928392898094734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=4096928392898094734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4096928392898094734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4096928392898094734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/08/heres-what-ive-gotta-say.html' title='Here&apos;s what I&apos;ve gotta say...'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-7773837581339635542</id><published>2007-08-01T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:37:30.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of the exams</title><content type='html'>I hate exams... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause it too damn quiet. And I have to sit there for a long long time. I hate waiting cause I'm very impatient. Well halfway through the 1st test of the day, the disiplinary teacher Jamal came to tell us breaking news. SPOTCHECK!!! And everyone was looking at me... HEY I DID NOT BRING MY PHONE AGAIN ALRIGHT??!! Yeah right, as if I'd be so disiplined. So I did bring it so what? The teacher said if you give it up now you'll get it back after school, but if you don't and let us find it. We WON'T give it back anymore. Was I worried? Nah not really, I stashed mine in a very very hidden hiding place. And no I won't tell you where it is... cause if I do then everythings over for me huh? Then the other teachers came by my class carrying 3 plastic bags worth of handphones. And thats only the Form 3 block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of this story... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;Well, they did not catch me. Then I went down to the hall, the place where all the handphones will be returned. The teacher who gives back the phone was like shouting: 'Lelong Lelong!!! 1 handphone for only 20 demerit marks. Lelong Lelong!!!' I almost fell to the ground after hearing that. Today I was very very lucky and thats me, Mr Lucky till I shit in my pants. At least thats what some people say to me. Oh yeah, for those reading in the morning class there will be another spotcheck this Friday and don't tell Eugene got that? Don't tell him or anyone else, this is just especially for the readers, and Eugene is not one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-7773837581339635542?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7773837581339635542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=7773837581339635542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7773837581339635542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7773837581339635542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-day-of-exams.html' title='Last day of the exams'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-8507339826252213287</id><published>2007-07-21T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:33:21.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT BAD!!!</title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOTSSSSSS.... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, we lost again... Woohoo!!! What? Why am I so high eventhough I lost the game again? Well cause we made a major improvement. True we lost but at least we put up a fight for them. The score was 31-21. But we could've done way better... and who's fault was that?! Well of course its yours truly... Yes I admit it although I'm good at it but the pressure just turns my rhythm upsidedown. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I forgot something, I forgot Jojo's birthday?! Oh my GOD!!! Well she said it was a month away from the 22nd of June. So that means its the 22nd of July right? Uh... wrong. Ah... whatever. Anyway she said that my present for her should be some handmade birthday rhymes from *ahem* yours truly again. Wanna know how it goes? Uh... hmmm. Nah ask me if you really wanna know. I ain't exposing my rhymes on my blog. Hahaha... actually I'm kinda shy to let it out. You can also ask Jojo. Oh yeah, 1 last thing. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOJO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-8507339826252213287?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8507339826252213287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=8507339826252213287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8507339826252213287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8507339826252213287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-bad.html' title='NOT BAD!!!'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-324613676252699757</id><published>2007-07-20T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T21:24:28.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme lost...</title><content type='html'>Too much pressure... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;The intensity got to me... There was too much pressure that we could think straight. Also we didn't get enough full court training. I just can't believe that I'd do something as stupid as backcourt... Man... I must be outta my mind when I did that. Well thy substituted me at the second quarter. I sat there at the bench and watched how they played. They were too good for us thats for sure. We didn't even had a chance. Those guys were at least 1 or 2 years older than us as they were Team A. Thats so unfair... And they played so god damned agressive. I got knock down twice at the very same place, and all I can say is the ref's blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get some rest... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, a lost is a lost. We've still got a match tomoro, against the same school but Team B this time. Sure they're weaker, but how weak can they get? Just hope that today's experience will help me for tomoro. Wanna know the score huh? Don't get shocked too much... Are you ready? Here it goes... It's... 96 - 8. Don't really need to ask who's the 8 now huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-324613676252699757?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/324613676252699757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=324613676252699757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/324613676252699757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/324613676252699757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/07/extreme-lost.html' title='Extreme lost...'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-1580494934714651259</id><published>2007-07-18T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:06:48.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball!!!</title><content type='html'>Getting intense... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I take it back. The 8 months of training were worth it. At least I hope that it will help me when I compete. Yes you heard me, I'M IN THE TEAM!!! Heres how it goes, 1st off I heard from my friend that theres 1 open spot in the team, well following my so called 'Human Instincts' I decided to join up. Am i happy? Uh.... I.... dunno.... anymore.... Suddenly I get this feeling of pressure... Ok I guessed I've overlooked this. Plus I've got this bad case of stage fright. Don't tell me to pretend everyones in their underwear or whatever cause all that does not work. Not for me thats for sure. I just hope that I don't choke in the middle of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my **** Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;Today is Wednesday, and the competition is like Friday... Hmmmm... I've still got time to goof around haha... What? It's 2 days away? Really? Don't scare me... Alright, you got me. I was just trying to kid myself. As if thats does any good. But really theres nothing to be afraid of, most of the top class players from other schools probably grew up so I can say bye bye to them cause they will be playing in senior class now. But best not to keep my guard down. Hopefully we won't be against Chung Hua again. Well guys hope me and the team the best. We're gonna need it. And come chear for us when you're free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-1580494934714651259?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1580494934714651259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=1580494934714651259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1580494934714651259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1580494934714651259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/07/basketball.html' title='Basketball!!!'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-7105008539331857200</id><published>2007-07-13T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:19:21.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the!!!</title><content type='html'>This so pisses me off... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;After 8 months of basketball training, I guess it wasn't worth it. I was so looking forward to the upcoming Leo Interschool Basketball Competition. I went through so much but it all ended up useless... The damn teacher didn't choose me for the competition but he chose people that were worst than me??!! What does that supposed to mean.... ' Don't worry, there's always next year ' they say... Hahahahaha I was laughing so loud whne I heard that. Wake up people!!! Next year I'm gonna be a senior!!! Which also means I'm gonna need to improve a whole lot more in order to even keep up with the other schools... Why do they never pay attention to details... Sigh... What the heck... I'll just have to look at it positively. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me off more... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I'm a very active guy, and tomoro is our schools anual or whatever jogerton. I've never been chosen for the past 2 years I'm in secondary school, and I guess that my luck hasn't changed. I wanted to go so badly too... Man... Well if I hadn't been chosen I won't be so down. What makes things worst is that I have to go to school to clean up or whatever... I mean ' WTF ' Why can't you guys just leave me alone??!! Why do you people like to torment me so? Is it fun? Is it a pleasure? Or or you people just plain cold blooded? C'mon, it's gotta be either one right? I could go out and have fun but no, I've to stick at school doing... CHORES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top things off... Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;It can't possibly get any worst for me huh? Well lemme think... Hmmm... Nah... and hopefully it stays that way. Oh well... gotta look at the bright side, least some other people out there are having a worst time than I am... which makes me oh so... happy. Yeah I'm evil. But so what? Everyone has at least some evil in them. Or else they won't be human. And no one can be all good either. It's the balance of human nature made my god himself. What else does he do anyway? Oh yeah... decide my fate as fated to be... And thats also why I hate you so much... AMEN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-7105008539331857200?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7105008539331857200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=7105008539331857200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7105008539331857200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7105008539331857200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/07/what.html' title='What the!!!'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-6800074761805794988</id><published>2007-07-05T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:59:55.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How NOT to waste your holiday time</title><content type='html'>Sick... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;Today is sorta like a holiday for me, for holidays for me means you no need to go to school. So I'm free to do whatever I please right? Wrong... Eventually I got sick today. Lets have a little flashback on what happened... 'Yesterday was a extremely hot day, and the principle does a really smart move and turned off the electricity in our block... Which means no fans... which means heating up... ' And after that the heat got to me and I got sick. The school seems to love killing my fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sick... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;I had so many plans for today, basketball in the morning, hanging out in the afternoon, and maybe some DotA-ing after. But my flu held me back, I was so looking forward to today... I hadn't played a good game of basketball for some time now, I hadn't went out since god knows when, and I was wanting to get my revenge on those guys who pawned me in DotA!!! But every cloud has a silver lining... I would probably used up all my money if I went out today... and I'm very lacking in money... *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sick of... getting sick... Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion for this times blog is that, always stay as healthy as possible. Try not to get sick... Trust me... you do NOT wanna go there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-6800074761805794988?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6800074761805794988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=6800074761805794988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6800074761805794988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/6800074761805794988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-not-to-waste-your-holiday-time.html' title='How NOT to waste your holiday time'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-8961747835653770053</id><published>2007-06-29T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:14:23.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensive training</title><content type='html'>Basketball... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;All the usual readers already know that I love basketball, well today I'm gonna tell you about my 2nd intensive training. My 1st training didn't go so well as I almost 'dropped dead' Literally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;I thought training would be easy... guessed I was wrong. VERY WRONG!!! But it was worth it... DEFINITELY!!! I always thought that training was boring and tiring. Well I didn't really have much training experience anyway. But today, I went through everything. From side steps to stamina training. And everytime someone did wrongly... the whole team was forced to do push ups... Oh man my muscles never grew at such a rapid speed. OMG if this keeps up I can even go up against MR MIRI. Then the trainer wanted us to run to the hill there to train out stamina. Its the staircase somewhere close to the entrance to RTM. We had to do two rounds and I tell ya... Its not as easy as you think. Although it may sound like I'm complaining... a lot... but who won't? It's human nature anyway... But then, what we went through was not even up to 5% of what the NBA players usually do. So I didn't complain, cause I wanna be a NBA player too!!!! Yea yea... laugh all you want, but when I'm playing together with YAO, I'll remember you hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL MARVIN!!! Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you all know him... He's the well known ST.CO pretty boy who loves to court girls. Hahaha he loves to show off huh? I'll tell you guys about what happened to him. Firstly, he keeps doing things wrongly and punished to push up. Secondly, he likes to go against the trainer and punished to push up. Thirdly, during that trip to the hill, he went all the way past Chung Hua. No one stopped him, cause he was like all fast and no one could catch him. Then he was forced to run back and go two rounds up and down the hill. During the time, he was like complaining 'Ah!!! I'm so tired!!!' I told him to stop awhile and rest... Then he said 'No!!! I will keep going!!!' Then rushed all the way in front and lost sight of him. Haha Marv I seriously feel sorry for you. You did all that and 150+ push ups today and managed to pull through. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-8961747835653770053?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8961747835653770053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=8961747835653770053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8961747835653770053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8961747835653770053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/intensive-training.html' title='Intensive training'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-474628971236553491</id><published>2007-06-26T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:03:31.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats so... stupid...</title><content type='html'>Whats wrong with me... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;Mufti day... YAY!!! Yeah... huraa... ZZZzzz... Sooo sleeeeepppyy... Damn... my brains not functioning properly... Well what I'm about to blog today is going to amaze and shocked all the readers out there who doesn't know what I did that was so god damn stupid that even god himself won't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it goes... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;A typical morning, the only thing different is everyone isn't wearing school uniforms to school. Which is mostly what Mufti day means. As I said, my brain wasn't functioning properly today, I had a lot of homework I had to do yesterday. Projects especially. So I stayed up late to do them. What could possibly go wrong? I should really stop asking myself that... Well, the morning session had a special event where the most specially dressed person today will go and take a group photo with the other specially dressed people... And right at when were're gonna take the picture... I wanted them to take one for me... with a camera... on my phone... Yes you heard me... MY PHONE!!! Told you my brain was damaged... And of course the people who took the pictures happened to be prefects... What? You're prefects... Nah... Couldn't tell with your random clothes... But they were... Oh the horror... And what do prefects do when they see someone carrying a handphone to school? Or in my case giving up my own handphone to the so called public enemies of the school (no offence)... I thought they were joking at 1st, and it was after a few minutes later that I realised that they are really in to their jobs... TYPICAL!!! Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I do such an idiotic thing? Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure either... A couple of possible reasons is that I'm brain damaged, I'm a real idiot, I thought that the prefects won't backstab me, and I'm too god damned honest like now... Throwing away all my pride as I blogged down the dumbest thing that I've ever done in my life. But no, those aren't the reasons... The reason is I was too sleepy. And when I'm sleepy, my brain is half asleep and the organ that helps me think is my heart... Yes the heart can decieve. Do not trust the heart... I've learned that the hard way. But I still follow my heart though... And why is this you ask? Well, cause thats how I am... and how I will be. Yeah thats right, a dumb ass... =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-474628971236553491?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/474628971236553491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=474628971236553491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/474628971236553491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/474628971236553491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/thats-so-stupid.html' title='Thats so... stupid...'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-4062398432338741643</id><published>2007-06-23T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:21:26.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hiking trip</title><content type='html'>A hiking trip... Part 1: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry Jojo, i know you're anxious to read my blog. But I was too caught up in watching my movie that I forgot to do so... Anyway back to the story. Today me and the Kongster, Aaron W and JH went the Canada Hill to get some hiking experience. I thought that 'Hey, how hard can it possibly be?' And turned out to be... very very tough. (Note if you do not have the stamina or have certain sicknesses like heart attack do not go hiking, it is very very dangerous and if you did do so, I'll behold you my nickname, DeathSeeker.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to get down and dirty... Part 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you hike, its best to get dirty. Those of you who are afraid being dirty will overcome this when you care more of your life than hygiene cause there are lots of slippery downhill hikes which are awfully life threatening and proven by scientist... Getting low reduces the chance of falling down... a very long... way down... (Oh yeah... people with Clausterphobia or however its spelt which means having the fear of height also won't have the chance of hiking either) We started off at entrance No. 6 and to begin the hike, there was a steep cliff which our mission at the time was 'Get to the bottom' All we had was a rope which was left there by a very smart guy who doesn't wanna die and teamwork. Well not much teamwork there, mostly 'Go do it yourself things'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we there yet? Part 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've gotta say it was a long long hike, my legs were shaking after all of this... You guys probably don't think that Porky here has what it takes to really hike and is bluffing about all this. Right? So you guys probably want me to prove it... Well then... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079306731154704290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/Rn1Sj4e6B6I/AAAAAAAAABc/BEaTZC03DLg/s200/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079307117701760946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/Rn1S6Ye6B7I/AAAAAAAAABk/0YGmc9duGfw/s200/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                     &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079307452709210050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/Rn1TN4e6B8I/AAAAAAAAABs/ybiwt3ebePw/s200/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                            &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079307817781430226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/Rn1TjIe6B9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/PfTl_ThHVU0/s200/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;          &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079308092659337186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/Rn1TzIe6B-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/hFwTJoSRr8U/s200/DSC00489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079309007487371250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/Rn1UoYe6B_I/AAAAAAAAACE/rvFANMCzpQo/s200/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079309239415605250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/Rn1U14e6CAI/AAAAAAAAACM/SXDWLlREnAM/s200/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a beautiful sunset to end the day... What was that? I got them from Google? Well then go to hell you son of a...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-4062398432338741643?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4062398432338741643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=4062398432338741643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4062398432338741643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4062398432338741643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/hiking-trip.html' title='A hiking trip'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/Rn1Sj4e6B6I/AAAAAAAAABc/BEaTZC03DLg/s72-c/DSC00483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-3197332195604666136</id><published>2007-06-22T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:21:05.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A decision of life and death</title><content type='html'>Today... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets skip school, nothing interesting anyway... Afternoon, the morning session basketball team gotta show up to the Miri Basketball Court. It's been a week since I've even touched a basketball... so why not? Whats the worst that can happen? And I had to ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What IS the worst that CAN happen? Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's everything that happened, 1st off there was nothing wrong... The usuall training I guess. But looks like fate is against me once again. Running 10 rounds around the court? No problem... but during the 5th round or so... I feel a pain in my belly, the pain when you all get when you exercise when the food in your body is not digested yet... yes... APPENDICITUS!!! So I stopped. Oh well, its just running... I can still play basketball.... or not... Man, I didn't know that my stamina couldn't keep up with suiciding... Gawd!!! I was all outta breath after that... and I felt that woozy feeling... plus more tunnel vision... plus my heart was pumping so rapidly, it was practically getting pierced by my ribs. Then of course, I couldn't go on so no basketball for me... I was so weak and outta energy, I barely had the energy to speak... Lets share some thoughts on a 70% gonna die situation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ah man... I can't take this... I can't get enough air... I'm guess I'm gonna die. And I guess... its best... After that situation a month ago, everyone hates me now... Although they didn't say it... but I can definitely see it... And if i'm not around anymore... I guess they'll have less hatred in their lives... I guess I should end my life now huh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no I did not, or else I won't be here blogging now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But if I die... more people will mourn right? The people that care about me... and so on... And I've still got alot of stuff that I've not done yet!!! I CAN'T DIE OUT NOW!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things flashed through my head... if I really wanted to die, all I had to do is stop breathing for a few seconds and close my eyes... I felt my death coming at that time... But what really kept me going, is everyone of you guys out there. I don't really care if you guys hate me or not, you all are my friends, and I don't want you all to feel sad cause of me. So I gathered all my strength and managed to pull through... I looked up at the sky, and smiled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relieved... Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078889805794379666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/RnvXXoe6B5I/AAAAAAAAABU/UK9Z-MLNUww/s200/CIMG2021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dinner with my family tonight. After that incident which made me very very hungry, I seem to eat alot at dinner, and I mean alot!!! And I also found another thing, chinese tea makes me high!!! And I mean extreme high-ness... I was like SOOOO high. And did some research and found out that chinese tea is made from hot water and tea leaves... And plants seem to contain some caffine in them. So now i get addicted to that also... HAHAH but Sprite is still my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pointers (For those who don't understand 100% of what I blogged) :&lt;br /&gt;1. Appendicitus - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A problem in the belly which pains somewhere at the bottom left whenever you exercise before the food in your body gets digested.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Suicide -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(a) Comitting suicide (You all know that, but the suicide I meant was...)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(b) The name of stamina training in basketball when you run from one certain point of the court to another point. Not different from (a) if you do use up all your energy at once. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Caffine -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The stuff you find in coffee, the stuff that makes you go through the day in total high-ness and take some before you sleep and you will be up for the whole night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-3197332195604666136?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3197332195604666136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=3197332195604666136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3197332195604666136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3197332195604666136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/decision-of-life-and-death.html' title='A decision of life and death'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/RnvXXoe6B5I/AAAAAAAAABU/UK9Z-MLNUww/s72-c/CIMG2021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-7492247252374335274</id><published>2007-06-19T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:09:39.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really... really hate projects...</title><content type='html'>ZZZzzz... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;Previously on FATED STORIES... I said lots and lots of foul words ruining the reputation of my clean clean blog here and all cause I wanna express my hatred for the government and it all began with these dog-gone projects. Look... here's 1 thing you've all gotta know bout me. I hate being forced to do something. And well doing projects... yeah... i'm forced to do it aren't I? I bet 80% of the readers agree with me on this, and the other 20%? Mind if I copy yours? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;At these kinda times I just wished that all these hardships would just go away... SHOO!!! I SAID GO AWAY!!! And maybe sometimes I just wanna go to sleep and never wake up. True... then I'd be better off dead, but nah... I'd rather sleep on my bed than sleep in a coffin buried 5 feet under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... life's tough... Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;Life maybe harsh... even cruel... but it is still life. I've learned to accept it, I've accepted what ever fate has to throw at me... Here are some way to be a happy go lucky arse... JUST LIKE ME!!! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't worry be happy, play 1st and work later cause if not you'll probably never get the  chance to when you get older cause of the responsabilities and whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never let anything get you down, just get over it. Whatever it is, it's not the end of the world, and even if it is... well there's no point in running right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do what you feel is right, but don't go too far a'ight? They'll blame ME if you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-7492247252374335274?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7492247252374335274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=7492247252374335274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7492247252374335274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/7492247252374335274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-really-really-hate-projects.html' title='I really... really hate projects...'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-1859851803095046864</id><published>2007-06-16T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:14:28.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been going through my head since I last blogged...</title><content type='html'>Heres the deal... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;I've been awfully pissed lately... what am I pissed about? Well almost everything, it's been a freaking stressful life I've been having lately and heres what I'm gonna say about it. Projects... what are they for huh? WHAT ARE THEY FOR!!! God damn projects... I'm so pissed at doing projects that I burnt them all till they're fried lil black pieces of... burnt paper. Here's a conversation I had with my teacher a while ago :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Teacher... why do we need to do projects?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Cause the government wants you to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that conversation, I went home and look in trusty Google and search for the keywords 'What is the use of doing these fucking projects?' Searching... searching... nothing come up... DUH!!! Then cancelled some words like 'fucking' and there we go... I found a very crappy source which was of course made in Malaysia... They said that it was for us to understand more about our country and whatever blah blah blah.... as if I cared... Look Mr. Government asses. If I wanted to know more about these things, I would just go look it up in the so called 'Internet' or have you guys ever heard of it? Have ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to lose my patriotism... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;From the above, what can we conclude? Lets see... we can conclude that Malaysia's freaking government are freaking bitchy arseholes... Yeah I've said it for you all out there who doesn't have the guts to!!! But know this, remember me as the very very brave kid when I end up in jail later... Look I apologize for those who are actually doing their part as a politician. But one person soils our name... Yes thats right, it's BAD-ASS-WEE or Badawi. I cannot tell you how much I hate this guy, he just make thing more and more fucked up. I don't wanna say more as I might get arrested and they will use what I say as evidence to jail me for life. So I'll shuddup for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it... Everything is so... Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;AAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! Recently on 'What has been happening in Eddie's house news' Today, at approximately 10:43pm, June 16th 2007. After two long... long hours of transferring the new game which I got from the Kongster or Ki Su Kong, Super Dance Online or SDO for short. I was gonna finish transferring from my memory card to the computer. It was like three minutes left!!! I was so god damn excited ya? Too excited perhaps that I've forgot that the file IS being transferred from my phone. And the totolly expected happens... The Kongster calls me, and being the typical me, I answered... After 34 seconds on the phone I then realised that 'OMG!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!' But it was too late... I wasn't smart enough to save my transfer from being corrupt. And I cried... and cried and not long later got so pissed and banged my head on the wall and said 'Lets do that again!!!' You all can see how pissed I am right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-1859851803095046864?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1859851803095046864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=1859851803095046864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1859851803095046864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1859851803095046864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-been-going-through-my-head-since.html' title='What&apos;s been going through my head since I last blogged...'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-3217625610122611640</id><published>2007-06-09T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:08:16.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A survey of me, yup... forced to do so.</title><content type='html'>5 things found in my bag: (I don't carry a bag around, unless it's my school bag)&lt;br /&gt;   1. Books&lt;br /&gt;   2. More books  &lt;br /&gt;   3. Pencil case&lt;br /&gt;   4. Garbage?&lt;br /&gt;   5. And what the hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things found in my purse/wallet:&lt;br /&gt;   1. No money&lt;br /&gt;   2. Real ic&lt;br /&gt;   3. Kokoberry card   &lt;br /&gt;   4. Initial D cards&lt;br /&gt;   5. Cards cards cards... where do I get them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favourite things in my room:&lt;br /&gt;   1. My bed, top priority sleeping&lt;br /&gt;   2. Mirror... looking good...&lt;br /&gt;   3. The place where I put my clothes&lt;br /&gt;   4. The two speakers in the room.&lt;br /&gt;   5. Window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you've always wanted to do:&lt;br /&gt;    Only 3 things, learn from yesterday, live for today and hope for a better tomoro. But I do this&lt;br /&gt;    everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you are currently into:&lt;br /&gt;   1. Music.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Sms&lt;br /&gt;   3. Hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Basketball&lt;br /&gt;   5. Chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people you tag:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;&lt;&lt; All the people there, I can't choose my friends, and non of you should as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-3217625610122611640?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3217625610122611640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=3217625610122611640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3217625610122611640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3217625610122611640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/survey-of-me-yup-forced-to-do-so.html' title='A survey of me, yup... forced to do so.'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-236761707346065775</id><published>2007-06-06T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:50:15.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day... At Parkson</title><content type='html'>Parkson.... again... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you expect me to go in this small town? Well Parkson has all the wonderful facilities, the bowling alley, the cinema... it has all the places us teens would wanna hang out at these days. But one things for sure, the Pelita Leisure... is not really what you would call leisure. The guy who always changes the token for you doesn't seem like he likes his job so much. Either that or he seeks death. I would really like to punch him one, really really much... who agrees with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it began... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;I was snoring away, as usual... It was like 10am or so... the weather is cloudy and not so hot. Perfect condition to sleep it off... But no... the kid who lives down the block or Ki Su Kong wanted me to tag along with him... He says he's got bussiness to take care off, *sigh* whatever I'll go... He said he'll tell me why he wanted me to tag along with him on the way there, and apparently he wanted me to play DotA with him... and his cousin... along with his gang... from St Jo... which I dunno the freaking hell who they are... But they are pro at DotA that is for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the rides Ah Di... Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;The guy I mentioned up there is another cousin of Ki. Heck... all of Ki's cousins are like 'Woah' but he's like 'Oh no'. How can he be so different than his cousins... I'm not even sure that they're family or even related. I like spent RM10 in a day, I really did not wanted to waste that money, as I'm coming short of it, but at least my skills in DotA grew... I wonder if it's worth it though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-236761707346065775?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/236761707346065775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=236761707346065775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/236761707346065775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/236761707346065775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-day-at-parkson.html' title='Another day... At Parkson'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-1583417733513645904</id><published>2007-06-05T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:27:22.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Rainy days... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I should start with something new this time, since talking about my life, seems to get more and more boring... Rain, the result of evaporation and condensation or in English, what goes up must come down. Who doesn't love rain? Well I gotta tell ya... I LOVE RAIN!!! Lets have a flashback shall we? Back in a day, when I was still a kid, I couldn't sleep at night... cause I had long long afternoon naps and had to much energy to sleep it off at the end of the day. What can I do? Back then computers were still a scientific mystery and the only thing fun to do is... yes reading... but no books... Hmm... what can I do? Hey... wheres that light coming from? Its coming from the window... and I gaze at whatever is outside the window at that kinda time. Sometimes I count how many cars go by at the road behind my house, sometimes I try to see how many star are there in the sky... but I usually get neck cramps after. Most of the time though, it was raining. Whenever the rain falls, I feel that its accompanying me, the sound of the raindrops falling on the roof feels like it's talking to me, so I don't feel lonely in the middle of the night, and thats when the rain, really left a big impression on me. And now whenever it rains, I rush out my house and sing in the rain. Yes people see me as 'What the...' But who cares, but its best not to sing in acid rain... it burns and not to sing in thunderstorms cause they really really SHOCK you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How rain came to be... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you is wondering how rain is formed, and no god is NOT pissing on us. =.=''' Rain is what happens when the rainclouds get too heavy and the rain falls. Its a good thing that the rain does not fall in a huge volume, cause that much water, from such a height... can really bite... and I have a 70% chance of drowning while singing in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Science facts* (I know it's boring, but it's good for the brain)&lt;br /&gt;How rain is formed:&lt;br /&gt;-Evaporation takes place when the heat from the sun makes the water from anywhere on this &lt;br /&gt;  planet turn from a liquidy form to a gassy form, how does this happen? Don't look at me...&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, as the gassy form of the water, a.k.a water vapour gathers up in the wide, vast&lt;br /&gt;  something that changes colour from time to time above us or sky for short, it creates the fluffy&lt;br /&gt;  white cotton candy like things in the sky, or you can call it clouds. And too much of water&lt;br /&gt;  vapour causes the clouds to change colour from white to dark, and thats when you all know&lt;br /&gt;  that it's all gonna come down sooner or later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-1583417733513645904?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1583417733513645904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=1583417733513645904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1583417733513645904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1583417733513645904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-118551223651731938</id><published>2007-06-04T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:56:10.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've done a bad bad thing</title><content type='html'>Man... I feel like a jerk... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if shes like mad at me now... Damn, how did it end up like this? Sorry... Just reply me pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry guys I'll have to leave my blog at here now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-118551223651731938?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/118551223651731938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=118551223651731938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/118551223651731938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/118551223651731938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-done-bad-bad-thing.html' title='I&apos;ve done a bad bad thing'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-8442835706181944170</id><published>2007-06-03T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:13:00.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are holidays without games?</title><content type='html'>I need games... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;Holidays without games, is really really boring. *Won't you agree with me?* Well Streamyx is starting to look up, so I decided have some maple fun again. Yeah, after 1 and a half long years of not touching the game, I thought that I deserve to join the fun once more eh? But good things never last forever, and it lags on me... again. Tough luck huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings wrong here... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;I feel this strange feeling that I'm left out of something. The feeling of loneliness and that feeling you always get when you're disappointed... Why is this I wonder... Hmm, in the mean time I'll get some Sprite to wash away this sad sad feeling... I wonder how Vivi's doing... haven't heard from her the whole day... HEY VIVI, IF YOU'RE READING, REPLY MY MESSAGE!!! Is she soaking cause of that new hairdo or something? Anyway, I've been O2Jam-ming, how would someone like me possibly play O2Jam? It's a game of speed and reflex, and I'm pretty good at it... gotta have good reflex for basketball too right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day... Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;Ee Xin plays dota??!! OMG thats so not right... what makes it more abnormal is that she's... actually good at it??!! Not to say anything but girls don't really play that game right? I dunno if it is wrong or not but still... OMG!!! If you're asking 'Why are you so freaked out about this?' Then I'll answer that, to tell the truth... I'm not so fond of dota, okay i just suck at it okay? But my gang is like always wanting me to play... and everytime that happens it's always like 'FIRST BLOOD' and yea... I'm the one who's dead. Now... I have a totally different way of seeing Ee Xin. You can say I'm tormented by dota or something... or is it something in my childhood that involves the SoulKeeper...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-8442835706181944170?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8442835706181944170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=8442835706181944170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8442835706181944170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8442835706181944170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-are-holidays-without-games.html' title='What are holidays without games?'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-3769657766905758073</id><published>2007-06-02T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:21:42.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I went out to Parkson again</title><content type='html'>Parkson... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to Parkson *obviously*. Amanda wanted to check the time for the movie Shrek 3 that we were planning to watch and so, being Mr. Nice Guy or Mr. Pork Chop, I went to Parkson... early... VERY EARLY. After I checked the time which is 2.45pm I texted Amanda and asked her and Vivi to come early... but NOOOooo... they wanted to make me wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to like waiting... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;Waiting... waiting... waiting... Okay, I'm bored. So what am I to do... Hmm looks like someone is playing Winning Eleven at Game City so I thought I should check it out, and I got high of watching and stayed there for awhile. In the mean time I texted Vivi and asked her whether she arrived or not. She did but went shopping with her mom, so can I tag along? What do you think? Well, in the book it says that girls take a long time to shop for whatever they wanted, and it seems like it's true... cause I waited a long time for her to show up. How long you ask? Well Amanda and Kevin are already here and her shadow is not to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the princess finally showed up... Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;The girls wanted to buy the movie tickets 1st, but Kevin wanted to look for his friend that was tagging along with us, and I still dunno his name... just call him Kevin's friend. Anyway, after we found the guy, we went to the ticket counter to meet up with the girls... Vivi has ALOT of money huh? I know I shouldn't really say this HERE in my blog, in case Vivi is to get kidnapped or anything, but what are the chances of that eh? Haha, so time now is... 2pm... for those who are bad at math I'll make it easier for you to interpret... 45 minutes or 2700 seconds left till the movie starts. I decided to call Jojo to join us but she can't get a ride... Oh well... back to this story. We then stopped around Kokoberry, and the girls decided to get some 'girls stuff' and thats all I need to know and I followed Kevin and His Friend into Popular... For those who doesn't study much they wouldn't come here. It's a book store. We went in there to check out some CD's, so relieved... and Kevin bullshitted alot... and I mean ALOT. Then we got bored and went to look for the girls. 1st they said look for them ourselves but they came around and told us they were at Twin Star, the place that sells girls accessories... Then it's movie time... I don't really need to talk about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie... Part 4:&lt;br /&gt;The girls walk very fast... Us guys couldn't catch up with them. The girls wanted to head to Sugarbun. We didn't know and and got distracted by the magic thing on the way there... then lost sight of them... I texted Vivi about where she was, and reached there. I gave Amanda a scare as I approched them at the counter. She asked me how we knew that they were there and so on. Okay, I'm getting lazy to type so much and so long story short, ATE, WALK AROUND, WAIT FOR RIDE, GO HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st ever... Part 5:&lt;br /&gt;GOD THIS IS ALOT!!! After I came home, I messed around with Jojo's and Vivi's maple account. I found out that Vivi has done alot or Party Questing and Jojo is just plain lazy but she gets alot of nice items from a certain source... Jealous? Maybe... Then the family went to Faradale Cafe to get dinner... We waited from 8pm to 8.45pm for our food to come... I wonder if it's worth it... the food there's not bad but they are slow... and alot of people like to go there to eat despite the slowness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost there... Struggle... Part 6:&lt;br /&gt;Oh man... my hands are getting sore... I got back home and Amanda was like begging me to 'jio' her or something. She was like 'Eddie this Eddie that' to Vivi, saying alot of stuff about me... well Amanda don't blame me, you asked for it and in the end she ran off watching tv instead of facing me in front of the computer. Coward!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-3769657766905758073?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3769657766905758073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=3769657766905758073' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3769657766905758073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/3769657766905758073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-i-went-out-to-parkson-again.html' title='Today, I went out to Parkson again'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-4541747852942790996</id><published>2007-06-01T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:39:17.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely... I'm Mr Lonely...</title><content type='html'>DAMN!!! I forgot to update my blog... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am so lonely... the friends I usually chat with in MSN has gone to Brunei. Yeap, ALL of them... What coincidence is that? And to make things even more lonelier for me, my mom has gone to Shanghai and my cousin went back to Sibu... Hmm... I can hear my mom's naggy voice, I must miss her alot... yeah... I really do ya know? Miss her helping me do all my chores which she has handed down to me for the next 1 week... My tears fall from my eyes to the dishes that I have to wash single-handedly as I miss her even more. I miss her more and more as I sweep the big vast floor in my house... MOM!!! COME BACK QUICKLY!!! AND BRING BACK SOME SOUVENIRS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a spoilt brat don't I? Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what did I do today? Hmm... lemme think... Oh yeah absolutely nothing. I went to Boulevard but didn't do anything, then went to pick my cousin to the airport and it is till 7pm that we knew that his flight was delayed 3 hours... 3 hours... what can I do in 3 hours? Lets see, well I can go out with my best buddies or maybe go shopping... Nah go have a barbeque at the beach... Thats what I can do with 3 hours, but can YOU imagine 3 hours, waiting there... for a plane to land. Man... talking about this makes me sleepy already so lets change the subject shall we? Well after that, I went back home and checked Streamyx or Screamyx as Nan Shing likes to call it, and woah... it was actually fast... and so I decided to take advantage of this opportunity to patch Maple Story after that I tried to log in and remembered that my oh so loved account has been banned... Not to worry, I still have other people's accounts which I can play. Since Jojo's away Eddie can play... her account of course so I hacked into her account and took everything there is in there. JUST KIDDING... I helped her train her character which she so has a hard time doing and seem like she's grateful to me for that. Next I hacked to Vivi's account... again just kidding... man can't a guy joke around anymore... SHEESH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone going to Brunei lately? Hmmm... Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;According to Jojo, people are headed to Brunei to enjoy some fresh salmon. Salmon... I've got nothing to say about it cause it's to expensive for me to afford... unlike some people I know THAT went to BRUNEI... Haha I'm laughing so that means I'm joking so don't get mad at me okay? Okay...? Okay back to here, dinner time. My dad suggested we go out and have some 'lame' chop so we said 'Sure let go have some 'lame' chop' and why not have some 'lame' chop, it's been awhile since we had any 'lame' chop anyway. And to top it all off, I had a can of 7up or the other way of saying it, Sprite. I know to you guys maybe its not much, but to me... It's like heaven. 7up or Sprite somehow makes me high... like the feeling you all get when drinking beer... when I checked the recipe on the can, it has no alchohol whatsoever... so why does this strange phoenomena happen... another mystery left unsolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I woke up... Huh? How did I fall asleep? Part 4:&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I fell asleep at the restaurant and couln't get up. *Caused by the Sprite* So my bro and dad had to lift me all the way from there to the car. Hopefully no one I knew was in that area so I'm safe, for now. Anyway I got back home and played with my dusty PlayStation. It's been I dunno how long since I touch the controller and hey... I still got it haha. Then it's 11.55pm *Sound familiar?* and a voice rang in my head saying 'How come Eddie didn't update his blog today?' and it came to me... that I forgot to do the laundry... after that I heard another voice which resembles my mom's nagging which says 'Don't forget to do the laundry' and it came to me... I FORGOT TO UPDATE MY BLOG!!! And here we are now... Phew... complicated life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-4541747852942790996?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4541747852942790996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=4541747852942790996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4541747852942790996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4541747852942790996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/06/lonely-im-mr-lonely.html' title='Lonely... I&apos;m Mr Lonely...'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-467285518141752012</id><published>2007-05-31T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:53:07.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So BORED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070737369325417762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/Rl7gxX_wtSI/AAAAAAAAABM/KvCjKA88Psw/s200/DSC00460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sleepy... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;I felt awfully sleepy today... and I have no idea why. I try to open my eyes but they just force themselves shut. ZZZzzz... huh? lunchtime already? Alright time to get up... ZZZzzz... At last I woke up at 1pm. Yawn... man so tired... probably cause I jogged too much yesterday or its piggy instinct to oversleep. I NEED FOOD!!! Obviously half a day of sleep can be a hungry job, so I went to the kitchen and had my holiday lunch-fast. After that I reminded myself I had a study date with vivi at 2pm. Hell... just what I needed... more boredom, well it's a good way to finish up my holiday projects instead of leaving them to the last minute like I always do. Despite leaving things to the last minute, I still can get them done well and in order. How do I do it... must be another piggy instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more sleepy... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;Well I reached there at 2pm like you wanted me to vivi... so where on earth are you? You said 'I'll message you when I get there' and so I waited... and waited... and waited... *eventually* ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz.... I think the whole Pustaka could hear me snoring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE HOUR AND FOUR MINUTES LATER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she there yet? Is she there yet? *Beep beep, beep beep* Incoming text message : 'I'm here now' and about time too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/Rl7eF3_wtNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/U8fDrKp1YzA/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070734422977852626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/Rl7eF3_wtNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/U8fDrKp1YzA/s200/DSC00446.JPG" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivi: So where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Vivi: Me downstairs -.-&lt;br /&gt;Me : So come up larr...&lt;br /&gt;Vivi: I don't see you leh... Oh I saw you...&lt;br /&gt;Me : Then come over here larr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she still wanna make me wait... and so I couldn't take it anymore and went over to here instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : You like to make me wait huh?&lt;br /&gt;Vivi: AH! You scared me...&lt;br /&gt;Me : -.- Was I that sneaky? Anyway what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Vivi: Looking for a book.&lt;br /&gt;Me : How come it took you so long to get here?&lt;br /&gt;Vivi: My friend wanted to tag along and he took a long time to bath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/Rl7gXX_wtRI/AAAAAAAAABE/qaiRVYQ7t7M/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070736922648818962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/Rl7gXX_wtRI/AAAAAAAAABE/qaiRVYQ7t7M/s200/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like -.-''' the whole conversation, why was vivi scared as I approched her? Well lets just leave that as a mystery for now... Ok vivi is finally here so can we get started? Apparently not... all we did all day is pass my phone around and take stupid pictures of each other... and yes I'm still making that face -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night time... the time for HAPPY HOUR!!! Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;Yes... tonight I had fun... Why? Cause I went to somewhere else besides home, and that place was Boulevard. Yes...Boulevard... my favorite place to hang out cause the legendary 'Initial D racing machines' are there. Why are they legendary? Well cause everyone can play three... yes THREE consecutive wins with two... yes TWO tokens, sounds like a fair exchange doesn't it? To me... YES cause I'm dang good at it, GOOD not PRO just GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to end the suspense... Part 4:&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the question just now was 'Why did vivi get scared when I approched her?' Well a very easy and logical explaination is given. She was scared because her friend and me both wore black shirts, and she tought that I was her friend and she was shocked that her friend which is a malay could speak chinese all of a sudden, and when she looked at me she was like 'OMG!!! You nearly gave me a heart attack...' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-467285518141752012?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/467285518141752012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=467285518141752012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/467285518141752012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/467285518141752012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-so-bored.html' title='I&apos;m So BORED!!!'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/Rl7gxX_wtSI/AAAAAAAAABM/KvCjKA88Psw/s72-c/DSC00460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-4700675891212745212</id><published>2007-05-30T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:32:55.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>How to start a brand new day? Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;As I was dreaming away in dreamy dream world... doing what pigs do best. Sleeping. Suddenly an earthquake struck dreamland and I was panicked!!! OMG what am I gonna do?! There was no where to hide and so climbed on a nice big tree. Ah safe and sound... NOT!!! The tree started to tip over and being smart, I jumped off the tree. HAHAHA I got away with it. And BANG!!! The tree fell on my head. I woke up after and felt extremely relieved that a real tree DID NOT fall on my head. The cause for the fatal tremble that causes trees to fall on people's heads seems to be a text message causing my phone to vibrate... on my head... How the hell did that get there? Well the SELFISH, INCONSIDERATE, UNCARING person that woke me up is... vivi? And all my anger disperced in less than a split second and quickly replied her WONDERFUL, DELIGHTFUL, FAVORABLE morning call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continueing a WONDERFUL, DELIGHTFUL, FAVORABLE day... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;Ah the sun is shining and the birds are singing. What a perfect day to have nothing to do. Great... Luckily I have my trusty computer that is there whenever I'm bored. Press the 'on' button, loading loading loading, start up screen, screen blacks out. Wait... is the last part supposed to happen? So much for trusty... While i got ready a grave, a coffin and a tomb that says 'G.T.H' it turns back on again. I was just gonna bury it but then I remembered my friends in msn which I love more than my computer and then spared its not so meaningful life. And a really nice porm by a friend of JoJo a.k.a ihsoy or yoshi when read backwards. and heres how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be my sight&lt;br /&gt;For the beauty i have seen&lt;br /&gt;For it stays there as the moonlight creeps&lt;br /&gt;I ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be my touch&lt;br /&gt;Her lips i've kissed&lt;br /&gt;Her hands i've held&lt;br /&gt;i hope for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be my heart&lt;br /&gt;for her love dwelt in it&lt;br /&gt;and for her hands had touch it&lt;br /&gt;I expected more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be my whole&lt;br /&gt;For her i have embraced&lt;br /&gt;And for her i have loved&lt;br /&gt;i wish for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in this presence&lt;br /&gt;knowing my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask about the end, knowing my what? But the rest is cool. After chatting I felt that i needed some exercise. Why? Cause exercise is GOOD!!! And so I went jogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jogging journey... Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;Fate tends to be against me. When I finally decided to get some outdoor action, the sky turns dark, the wind blows hard and a loud howling sound is heard to make certain you get the shivers... But that doesn't stop me from jogging, no way. I've to say I had fun there. There I jogged like 10 rounds, A NEW RECORD. When I jogged halfway through my 2nd round there was this malay kid who wanted to race me. I was like 'Dude... is this kid seriously gonna race me?' I sound so confident don't I? Well it was a tight race, but the kid did start out alot later than I did so i was a little tired but the kid still kept going. I was like 'No way am I gonna let a kid win against me!!!' And like I got this sudden boost of energy. Being the reborned me, i quickly ran to the kid. The kid was like O.O or more of the WTF face, and I was like eat my dust WOOOOOOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that... Part 4:&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet boredom, yes very boring. So I MSN again, I found Amanda online and gave her a nice welcome by calling her 'stupiak' Oh yeah FYI, I created 'stupiak' and it turned into a trend as many people said that in the year 2005. Unexpected, Amanda quickly reported to Mistress Vivi and I was punished hard for that. Ouch... Sorry Mistress I won't do it again... And now I think that Mistress is angry at me as she keeps saying 'SUAN LIAO' or in other words 'I DON'T WANNA TALK TO YOU ANYMORE' sad isn't it? What a complicated life I have to go though... I guess this is fated to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-4700675891212745212?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4700675891212745212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=4700675891212745212' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4700675891212745212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/4700675891212745212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-1342007252739276694</id><published>2007-05-29T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:39:18.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say? It's a boring day...</title><content type='html'>What can I say? It's a boring day... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;Yup... When you have nothing to do during the holidays, IT'S EXTREMELY BORING!!! How how is a 15 year old, 69kg, 6.8m guy have fun? A couple of suggestions for me : 01. Play games  02. Study  03. Basketball. (Mind reading time) You guys are probably thinking 'Pork chop here must choose number one for sure!!!' And the answer is... no. Sorry to break it to you guys but i've no much interest in games anymore. So theres like two more suggestions and I went for number three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to shoot some hoops... AGAIN... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;Alright, basketball... my favorite pastime next to blogging. Nothing beats blogging I've gotta say. I mean saying your heart out for everyone to see in your very own website... I'll stop here before I start to drool. Back to basketball, and I have to say I was on fire!!! For the 1st match at least... My team won the 1st match but can't say the same for the second and third match. *Sigh* got bested again. I found out two things during basketball today, the 1st thing was that the two hoops in the MBA basketball court is different in a way. I can manage to get a lot of 3 pointers on the side close to the parking lot but not on the other side. Weird... seems like one of them is cursed. The 2nd thing I found out is that I have a hard head and feel no pain whenever a ball hits my head and still can keep a big, wonderful smile on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I manage to write so much on an uneventful day? Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... how do I do it? Oh well long as YOU readers are happy with it. After a painful day of bloody basketball, Time to sit back relax and... study??!! No way!!!Thats what I thought at 1st but what the heck... I'll give it a go. Took the book out read the 1st question and found myself here, blogging. Yeah... thats who I really am... Lazy, fat, love to blog and fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-1342007252739276694?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1342007252739276694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=1342007252739276694' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1342007252739276694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/1342007252739276694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-can-i-say-its-boring-day.html' title='What can I say? It&apos;s a boring day...'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-2791677396232335242</id><published>2007-05-28T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:24:36.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tiring Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/RlrmDX_wtKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QHDbER-yZfA/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/RlrmDX_wtKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QHDbER-yZfA/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069617276214359202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good nights sleep... Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;Whats the 1st thing I do after I wake up during holidays? Personal hygiene and the computer. Then sign in MSN as usual then Edlyn gave me a warm good morning by calling me pork chop... Don't worry I don't mind. Well theres really nothing to do during holidays, so I had to wait till the afternoon for some fresh exercise... and nothing says exercise like a good game of basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to shoot some hoops... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;The smell of fresh sweat, the sound of 3 pointers and a high chance of twisting my ankle... basketball. 1st of met up with Bin Li, Sut Khan and Teong a.k.a leng zai. Their 1st words 'Woah Eddie's got new shoes' Thanks for the compliments guys. Time to bring it on, well I have to say... it was pretty tough there... we were totally bested in the 1st match with a score of 30 to 2. Yeah i know what you're thinking so no comments okay? We took the second match to some open air, well we were playing better now... (The opponents were easier) But ease was not how my team got through the game cause we've got LEE BIN LI on out team. True, he's a good player but one things for sure... Two words : LO JOI. Why go and guard your own teammates? Continueing we managed a score of  20 to 16 (They were winning of course -.-) Then 'beep beep' my rides here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiring day... But it's not over yet!!! Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;Although tired... i still agreed to go jogging with my cousin, and yes it's the same cousin in my previous post. So then we went to Bulatan Park, how many people jog here in a day? If they charge entry fees the government would probably make a big profit. So you're probably asking 'How far can someone like me go?' Well usually i could go ONE round non-stop, but today I got lucky... I got leg cramps and so I wasn't able to go far. I still walked FOUR rounds like I always do. Despite my legs feeling like they have been slashed off by a Katana (Japanese Sword) I still felt good but now I can barely walk and so I tell myself 'Do warm-ups next time'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-2791677396232335242?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2791677396232335242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=2791677396232335242' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/2791677396232335242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/2791677396232335242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/05/tiring-day.html' title='A Tiring Day'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PDC5V3uxocQ/RlrmDX_wtKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QHDbER-yZfA/s72-c/DSC00074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-8812652972781751852</id><published>2007-05-27T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T20:17:53.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Engaging Conversation</title><content type='html'>My cousin took me and my bro to Miri City Food Court today 2 meet up with his friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :Yo man whats up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Uh... airplanes? Oh there's one now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :Hey sorry for ditching you last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Well it's typical of you to sleep so much, I mean how can someone live sleeping so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :How can someone not live oversleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :I know... you gotta catch up on beeauty sleep right? I mean how can you sleep during&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon? The suns practically roasting your fat ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Hey, how are you and your girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :We're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :F***** yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Dude... why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :Cause she don't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Well that's so typical of you, it may look like she doesn't wanna but in truth she really&lt;br /&gt;does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Phone rings: Incoming message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Your girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Why do you guys like to text each other so much? If you've got something to say just&lt;br /&gt;call and say your heart out. Makes life way more easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :Well... Cause I've got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Then it'll be better if you two just break up won't it? Can't make love if you two don't&lt;br /&gt;talk eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :Is everything you think about is sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Well... gotta keep my generation going right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bro meets up with his friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :That your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro :Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :She's form 5? Looks more like a form 3 to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro :She's just short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Yeah her chest is big enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :Could you stop that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :What? I'm just being honest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :Wow shes walking home in THIS hot weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Unlike YOU people aren't afraid of hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :What? I'm not afraid of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Oh yeah? Explain why you're so fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :I... just don't go out much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :AQUA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :Hey I'm no 'aqua' I have a bird and balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :'Aqua's' have bird and balls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Why don't you just shuddup and drop dead? Don't worry I'll get you a nice burial place&lt;br /&gt;under a nice big tree so you don't get hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :You seriously want me dead so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :No use for another 'aqua' in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Hey what does this red button do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Presses the button and car alarm goes off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Oh... that what it does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :Hey!!! Great...now it won't stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Car alarm continues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Hey man don't worry, it'll 'diam' sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Car alarm stops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :YOU SEE!!! I call it to 'diam' it 'diam'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Phone rings with the ringtone of a girl screaming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :That the sound of your girlfriend getting F*****? Woah man... never thought you had it&lt;br /&gt;in you... Ouch!! Sounds hard... She must be bleeding after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :Damn man... my cousin's are here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Dude, losen up... what generation is it now? It's like the year 2007 man... The stuff that comes out of people's body now is not 'barley' anymore, become sunlight. Man... you can even choose your colour, whether you want the normal green one or lemony yellow one, and you can even make foam also... (FYI this is unhealthy stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :You must be high today aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Whatever... anyway why are your cousin's here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :We need to get some butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :How much of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :About this much. *Measures with hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :THAT MUCH?! Do they even sell that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :Not that much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :Thats how much you measured it... Now I don't think i wanna bury your buttery body&lt;br /&gt;anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :So you need the butter like urgently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend :So why are you still wasting time 'lim teh' here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin :ALRIGHT WE'RE GOING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712591902886370765-8812652972781751852?l=theonebluesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8812652972781751852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712591902886370765&amp;postID=8812652972781751852' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8812652972781751852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712591902886370765/posts/default/8812652972781751852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonebluesky.blogspot.com/2007/05/engaging-conversation.html' title='An Engaging Conversation'/><author><name>Fucked Up Malaysian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712591902886370765.post-6079000259891793596</id><published>2007-05-26T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:02:32.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of something new?</title><content type='html'>Alright... got my own blog. Today's my 1st day of blogging and I'm like 'Woah... I'm new to this!!' and yeah I AM new to this. OK part 1:&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out with my gang so like we're to meet at Parkson ya? 1st up gotta meet up with Darren and Justine cause Darren was like 'Dude!!! Gotta head for Imperial to get new clothes' And I was like 'Dude!!! We're in Parkson -.-' What do you think happens next? We walk there... While we were like crossing the large and vast road that seperates Parkson and Imperial, there was like a car very very far from sight... and it was getting closer and closer at a very fast pace... Luckily the stupid ass didn't run me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to write alot huh.... Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;Reach at Imperial, quickly!!! Head for them clothes shops!!! Yeah helping  Darren Chew a.k.a DC&lt;br /&gt;get some new clothes, and I've gotta say those clothes were nice. Too bad I can't get any, seems like DC's got a fat wallet to match his fat ass *kidding no offence* And another asshole a.k.a LEE BIN LI THE LO JOI ASS kept texting me to get back to Parkson ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting more and more intense... Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;After DC's new look,  I had to get back to Parkson. When I reached, gotta look for the guys which they were on the second floor. When I got there, LEE BIN LI THE LO JOI ASS well of course LO me. Pretend to not know me, and being LO about it. The girls were like 'Oooh look Eddie's here' and like kept on jio me... or was it vice versa? Forget about it... And so we were like 'Lets go watch a movie' and why not? But out of all the movies the girls had to pick horror movies all the time... Ok I admit I AM kinda scared of watching horror movies well thats what horror movies are for. During the movie......................(secret).....................Ok movie ends and man can Felicia eat... Outside the theather, Yo wazzup Cyn, Angie and Mei Chee? Then I went to the washroom. After relieving myself, well those three were gone and the gang and I continued our journey for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna end... I think... Part 4:&lt;br /&gt;Bought my Vivi a double choco and met up at McDonald's... I'm Hating It. Expensive fries... Then we all went to walk around Parkson and eventually ended up at Giant, and i did not have a happy time there as I was getting raped (not literally) by the girls. Darn it that HURTS!!! Then the other guys went up to the second floor and Edlyn was like 'Oh no!!! The boys are headed for the lingerie section!!!' and so we chased them down and they were caught red handed. Lol just kidding. After that I went to Popular to get some exercise book for some Gawai revision... (Did I actually do that??!! OMG who am I?) Then I found the missing three with some added weight outside. Haha and vivi was at the ice cream parlor so I rushed down to say Goodbye to my darling. Then went back up to chat with the girls. Eventually I gotta go and Bin Li and Sut Khan walked me to the exit. 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