<?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-9923270</id><updated>2011-10-02T23:24:35.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place where nonsense makes more sense than sense itself?</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Kevin's blog about nothing or...about drooling to your best~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-116474196942211974</id><published>2006-11-29T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:36:03.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lifeless geek.</title><content type='html'>Well...okay I pretty much forgotten that I publish boring blogs once a month or so ever since my last semester or something, couldn't be bothered anymore. Anyways, to keep some possible actual readers up-to-date, I managed to complete all my subjects...this means I technically graduated...as long as I passed my last few exams lol. The exams been over...roughly a month or so but haven't really ventured much into the social world. Everyday I have a setup of pre-determined tasks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am-10am = Rise and shine! Its time for another day of unlimited opportunities, ventures, etc...&lt;br /&gt;10am-1pm = Sit in front of TV/PC, depends on mood, most likely PC. &lt;br /&gt;1pm-2pm = Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;2pm-4pm = Nap.&lt;br /&gt;4pm-7pm = More TV/PC time. Take note, TV time = PS2 time.&lt;br /&gt;7pm-8pm = Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;8pm-3am = Even more TV/PC time.&lt;br /&gt;3am-9/10am = Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the routine repeats itself =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe occasionally I do go out on my own but its mostly spent in nearby areas such as Sungei Wang/Low Yat/Berjaya Times Square. Japanese food being the major motivation for even going there though lol. Perks of lone exploration is that you can move around at your own pace and do things you normally wouldn't do in a group and I'm referring mostly to food...not anything suspicious...no one else really likes Jap food for the costs =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, let's start my usual idiot bashing rant part of the blog =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned before...in fact many times...I believe over 90% of my fellow Malaysians have no common sense, and yes...I also believe myself to be the other 10% =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we are finally sending someone into space! Woo hoo! I mean...aside from those rich tourist with nothing better to do with their money, this is a great achievement for our country...or is it? Why do you ask? The answer lies with...yes ladies and gentlemen...why the idiotic 90% part of the population of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first of all let me explain how we got our future astronaut. We decided to...make it into a SMS competition! Woo hoo! Its Malaysian Idol/Akademi Fantasia once again where looks trumps talents! Well I don't know the initial number of canditates, but at least they are somewhat suitable? Its pretty much the system that makes it a joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright onto the second part, when the candidate was finally chosen for whatever reason it was...well I couldn't be bother with this nonsense...Anyways, he was asked on what he plans to do in space and given the usual 90% idiots...guessed what he wants to do yet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumrolls please~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE GONNA MAKE A F**KING BEVERAGE IN SPACE!!! TO TOP IT OFF, HE'S GONNA PLAY CHILDREN GAMES TOO!!! OMFG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...if you are curious...what he's planning to make is what we call here a "teh tarik" or directly translated into English as "pulled tea" as a travelling food/drink enthusiast once said on TV lol. The concept of it is that its just like any other tea but simply "pulled", this means the tea is poured from top to bottom from 2 mugs/jugs. This I believe was done to cool off the tea or enchance the taste or something. Now imagine doing it in space. Yup, even kids know the term "gravity". Its pretty much a joke in most publishing papers but we will see if he goes through with it...there are also indications of him wanting to do it for the Malaysian Guiness Book of Jokes...opps I mean Records. Yes, we like to record things like the longest or biggest &lt;insert food here&gt;, so why not make it the first or highest tea made. Ah yes, he also plans to play traditional children games up in space while he's at it. I guess they are trying really hard to backup my claims on the common sense of 90% of the population here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all folks, I'll be back next time when I have nothing better to do =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-116474196942211974?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/116474196942211974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=116474196942211974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/116474196942211974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/116474196942211974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2006/11/lifeless-geek.html' title='The lifeless geek.'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-115440627704237627</id><published>2006-08-01T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T12:24:37.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's little parody</title><content type='html'>You know...sometimes life is just simply too predictable. So some of us find solutions to "spice" up our lives while others just simply ignore the obvious and continue their same routine day after day, me being the latter of course. But I decided to perhaps...change my lifestyle a little. This was somewhat decided when I was having a chat with a friend which I have come to know for more than a decade. After going to the movies, we decided to have supper nearby and talk about the usual stuff we always talk about. Pretty much about the facts of life, something those in the 50's onwards usually talk about lol. So we had a talk about how our current lives were like. I really admire his will as his life is not as easy as mine, and yet he strives to improves himself more and more and has dreams. I on the other hand seem to have little or no will at all and have nothing to look forward to. But of course I know myself enough not to ask for anything from anyone. So in my gratitude to my parents, I rarely ask for anything from them and tried my best to be the good son. Although I may not be the best achiever in the family but at least I try not to be a burden as much as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside my friend tries to make life more fulfilling by getting more involved in activities such as sports, etc. He knew I have been like this for years as he was there in the same school with me, although he was in a different class but he knew how those people were. So he gave me a suggestion, since I am unable to play sports due to my injuries, perhaps I should try some other activities like reading etc. At first I wasn't taking that seriously but I did consider it. So as we bid farewell I tried to come up with something to do in my free times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was pondering over my life, I decided to watch "Numb3rs". I like to watch these types of serials, for example...CSI, Boston Public etc. So this show was similar to CSI but involves more to using mathematical formulas to solve cases rather than forensic ones. So that week's episode was about how arson cases were getting more frequent and eventually kills a person. So eventually they narrowed down to one of those involved which happens to be just a 17 years old boy who is doing an engineering course in a university. This boy wanted to prove himself or make others acknowledge him as he was an outcast due to his age and intelligence. Eventually he gets involved with a person who was just using him in the end. So this was how his life was like...nobody would talk to him, and they only did when they needed his help on the subject, feeling rejected he finds a friend who was an enviromentalist. So he tries his best to prove himself by getting involved with another person who only sees him as a tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was watching I realised...sigh...this is me...well, maybe make the situation reversed. I was this dumb kid whose English was his only forte...and the best in the school at the time, in a smart nerdy class...people only come to me for help with English related homeworks and pretty much ignore me once they are done with me. I tried to prove myself by leading the charge in promoting the English club and language which in the end...well...suffice to say, they even forgotten to add my name in the club's list in my school's year end magazine...sigh...I guess my case is more common than I thought...as time passes, so has my mastery of the language and my perception of the society as a whole. The only difference is that I didn't go jump off a bridge, go rampaging in school with a semi-automatic or burn down buildings...the only similarity is the loss of self-esteem and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess if I can't succeed socially, at least I can still try to enjoy life on my own. So I thought of picking up an old hobby I once had back in the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fishing~ Yes...I guess I should try go look into the basics first lol. Oh well thats it for now I guess. So until next time, sayonara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-115440627704237627?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/115440627704237627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=115440627704237627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/115440627704237627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/115440627704237627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2006/08/lifes-little-parody.html' title='Life&apos;s little parody'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-115385024370809508</id><published>2006-07-26T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:57:23.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back after a long break...okay, longer than usual break~</title><content type='html'>From the date of my last post...its been roughly 3 months plus since I posted anything here. Well anyways, life for the past 3 months been a boring one in most cases. A little drooling here, a little there etc. Aside from drooling my life away, I sat for 2 exams which I recently found out to be roughly what I had expected. A pass and another that needs a supplementary exam...well its not a complete fail...rather a half fail? Well good news from this is that at least I passed an important subject, knowing how bad I am at programming, it was crucial for me to pass this one as it was the final offering and should I fail it would mean I have to take another subject which would have killed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so for the record this semester should technically be my final semester so...yay? Anyways, exam wasn't the only thing that kept me away from blogging as there was another interest which I had picked up...and it was online gaming, and the game was World Of Warcraft or WoW for short. Quite an addictive game if you have people you know playing together raiding dungeons, pretty boring when you are leveling or "grinding" as most would call on your own. Currently playing a warlock level 60(max level) in a pvp(player vs player) server, and boy I love it when people try to kill me and getting themselves killed instead, and best part is that they try with numbers or repetitively lol. So life as a geek further escalated to the extreme when my initial sleeping hours changed from the usual 12-1am to 8-9am time to a later time roughly about 3-4am to 11-12pm...but currently cutting down on gaming time and controlling myself due to new semester starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, what else did I do? Or rather what did I not do? Well there's this one thing I missed but wished I didn't...and that was the Bon Odori event held a couple of weeks back. Why did I miss it? Well its all about location, location, location...sigh...you see, if you have been following my blogs on nonsense, you will know that I have IBS...or maybe I didn't and my memory is just failing me...anyway, I really would have jumped right at it since I always wanted to know what its like. Then the saddest part came...it was...in a place I consider as "in the middle of nowhere". Now had this been in the capital city, I would have gladly joined my friends but to put at a place mostly known to be more of an industrial area...well I just hope next year they will pick a better spot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I rather travel in an area where I have at least some familiarity or control. Even under normal circumstances, I'm always on alert and trying my best to maintain control over my mental state which results in maintaining my physical state as well. So before I go anywhere, I always have to plan ahead and prepare for the worse. My friends say I look tired, blur, etc...what they don't know is the fact that I am this way because: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm already in pain and currently trying to find a solution or trying to get back control...&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm trying to maintain a rather..."neutral" or calm state of mind, in other words I'm trying not to get too excited etc to trigger the effect.&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm actually tired, blur, etc on that day lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time you see me laughing or having a good time is because I mentally feel secure and safe within that area or feeling very comfortable at the moment. Food is another issue, so I usually have it at home or alone, sometimes I go with friends so I try to juggle around with it. So in the end most of the time I'm either at home staring at my computer or out somewhere having a blast...alone. Somehow I feel more control over myself when I'm alone. So what happens when I actually go on a date? Shouldn't the effect be a lot more worse due to the circumstances? Well you see a guy like myself can hardly get a date, can't really say its a date...more to outing with just 1 female friend...so only been to these types of outings say...3-4 times with 2 girls in my entire life. But nonetheless, I'm always nervous around girls, so you can guess how I feel trying my best to even put out a nervous smile...but that life with me so...no matter, its not like my life is horrible in the first place. Just...more difficult thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So end this just hear me out, next time you invite a friend over or to an outing and get rejected, please understand that there may be circumstances that lead to that decision. You may feel offended or think that we just have no life and don't want to, but please take note that we do try our best and in some other cases just aren't able to. Some of you are lucky that you are able to go out every week with large groups, some of you are lucky with the opposite sex...and some of you even have both (you know who you are...), some of us however...may not be as lucky but we try to adapt. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-115385024370809508?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/115385024370809508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=115385024370809508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/115385024370809508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/115385024370809508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-after-long-breakokay-longer-than.html' title='Back after a long break...okay, longer than usual break~'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-114477579117292471</id><published>2006-04-12T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T01:16:31.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story continues...-Episode 2-</title><content type='html'>Aih been a difficult month with projects and stuff...but oh well might as well get something done at least...Here goes, episode 2~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kenny approaches the girls, Kevin makes his move towards their belongings but unknownst to them, their fate as hippies/thieves/monkeys are about to come to an end on that very hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Alright here goes!!! *Jumps out of the bushes and right in front of the girls*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: HUU HUUU HUUUUUU~~!!!! AHHHH AHHHHHH AHHHHHHH~~!!!! *Pounds chest in a frenzy manner*&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Alright time for my side of the plan...*Grabs one of the bags*&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: What the?!!! AHHHHHHHH~~!!!! *Suddenly out of nowhere a rope trap pulls Kevin off the ground and into the air, leaving him hanging by the tree upside down*&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: What the? I mean HUU HUUU HUUU~~~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: Oh my, looks like we have a cute chimp and a cat burglar in our midst~&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: Awww such a cute little monkey~&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Uh oh...better run for it...&lt;br /&gt;Girl 3: Not so fast~ *Pulls out a handgun and points at Kenny*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin &amp; Kenny: ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Ha ha, we expected this to be easy but not that easy~~~*Starts laughing evilly*&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Alright you caught us and all...now just stop gloating about it and end our misery already...&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: At least end my misery without the gorilla suit please...&lt;br /&gt;Girl Leader: Alright, here's the thing...we were hired to find and retrieve you guys...we are not sure why, but our clients are pretty eager to see you...though we are wondering what happened to the last one...&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Girl Leader: Anyway these photos we have of you aren't clear enough, just to be sure...are you Kevin, Kenny or Joe?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Nope, I'm pretty sure my name is Sam...that's right! Sam...uh...Ding~!! That's it~!! Sam Ding!!&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: And mine's Yann..Yann Loh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Girl Leader: Sigh...you are gonna make this hard aren't you...alright out of courtesy let me introduce myself...the name's Shyuing, and my name puts fear into anyone who defies me!&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Ah a violent type...*Whispers slowly to Kenny*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Yea, we better play dumb for now...*Whispers back*&lt;br /&gt;Shyuing: ...both of you do realise that I'm in front of you right...? *Starts to clench her fists*&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Ah ha ha ha...we were just kidding!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Yea yea, I'm sure anybody would agree to that~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shyuing: Too late...girls...feed them...&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Aye aye!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Uh...free food? I knew you were understanding!!&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Woo hoo!! Finally something to eat!!&lt;br /&gt;Shyuing: Good enjoy then *Smirks*&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Say Ahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Kevin &amp; Kenny: Ahhhhh!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!~~~ ENOUGH!!!!~~~~*Starts choking and screaming with tears flowing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were our duos fed? Will they survive? What do the girls want them for? Or was it just their imagination from them eating some strange mushrooms in the forest? Stay tune for the episdoe 3 next time to find out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-114477579117292471?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114477579117292471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=114477579117292471' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/114477579117292471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/114477579117292471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2006/04/story-continues-episode-2.html' title='The story continues...-Episode 2-'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-114347752322945078</id><published>2006-03-28T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:52:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction -Episode 1-</title><content type='html'>Well I was quite bored, so I decided to just write down a story which I usually imagined myself in while adding a twist to it lol. It probably sucks and all and I'm not that good to write a proper novel, so I will be telling my story more in a dialogue form. I hope you will enjoy the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is fictional and thus characters involved in this story is also fictional ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is 2010, it has been 10 years since the world collapsed under the very foundation of technology that created it. The Y2K bug caused major disruptions affecting the world’s economy, politics, and the very existence of humanity. This tale will follow a group of friends as they try to survive in the harsh environments and perhaps…save the world that has already fallen from yet another threat? The story starts with the following…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of girls were frolicking under the hot afternoon sun at a waterfall but unknown to them, two mysterious figures were watching their every move…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Sigh…are you sure we will live to see another sunrise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Oh come on, what happened to that enthusiasm you had earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: All were lost the moment you took that thing out…*Staring at the gorilla suit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Ok the plan is simple. I’ll go distract them while you go and…relieve of their valuables; these rich kids were wearing all kinds of “bling bling” earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Ok….you will distract them with the gorilla suit and I’ll go take their stuff…but just out of curiosity though…what if this plan fails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Then the both of us will be spending more time fishing for dinner again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Sigh…I’m actually starting to crave for some rodents…wait a minute, where did you get that gorilla suit from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Where else can I be getting this kind of nonsense from? From Joe of course, he has a contact with the production crews involved with the filming of “King Kong 3: The child of Kong”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Why isn’t he helping us anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: People are always taking him out for dinner etc…so he isn’t as desperate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: …I so hate him for that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Doesn’t matter, let’s get ready. *Zips up the gorilla suit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Okie dokie~ I’ll go ahead and hide near the bushes, you go to the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kevin approached the bags that were left unattended, Kenny makes his way around the waterfall, trying to get closer to the group of girls still unaware of the two scheming thieves. Will they succeed or will they fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-114347752322945078?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114347752322945078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=114347752322945078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/114347752322945078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/114347752322945078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2006/03/introduction-episode-1.html' title='Introduction -Episode 1-'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-114303020467269664</id><published>2006-03-22T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:55:20.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things make sense at times when they don't or vice versa?</title><content type='html'>Oh well its been a boring month. Finally I have official started on my final year project and technically should be graduating this year if all goes well. Seems like I will be able to start embarking on a new journey but is this something that I look forward to? Well at least I would have completed one of my goals of life I set for myself years ago in order to keep me moving forward...that is to at least get a degree before something happens to me lol. But with that goal completed, what else do I have to do to keep myself looking forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this kept me thinking...after this my life is pretty much stuck behind a desk 8-9 hours a day, for say...maybe for the next 20-30 years if I'm lucky enough to live that long? I guess I should be content since I have something to do I suppose. But then again...all I will be doing is pretty much what most people will be doing. So I guess this is still normal at this point of time. But is this what life is all about then? Or this is just something I'm destined to do for the rest of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, people have a variety of things they look forward to during their later years in life. Okay then lets list out the few common ones...Well I really tried to engage myself in several types of activities but it seems that in the end I'm really restricted to only a few...hobbies...ok lets list out a few hobbies I tried over the years~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt 1&lt;br /&gt;Hobby: Clubbing( No, its not where you take a club and club people to death )&lt;br /&gt;Result: Failure&lt;br /&gt;Comments: A waste of time, too noisy and too smokey, and sure as hell too crowded. The only good thing was probably just the beer. Was deaf for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt 2&lt;br /&gt;Hobby: Collecting...collectibles?&lt;br /&gt;Result: Failure&lt;br /&gt;Comments: This one is more to a waste of money, wouldn't have minded playing with them and all but in the end, Cost &gt; Interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt 3&lt;br /&gt;Hobby: Basketball&lt;br /&gt;Result: Failure&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Was pretty fun at first, me and my friends would go nuts playing it even under the hot afternoon sun. Problem is...can pretty much say all of the mgraduated already...I rather play alone than to play with people who I can't understand a single word or wouldn't even pass the ball to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well those are a few things I tried, there are a few more but I'm already taking too much time on it anyway. So what are other things people look for in the future? Love? Maybe...but I think its overrated at times, I rant so much about it, I'm pretty much tired of it already. Today as I sat in my garden with my cat looking looking into the evening sky, I thought to myself...is it really necessary? Its not like I'm rejecting it but it seems like I'm suffering even without being directly involved in one. So at one point I want it and another point I'm not bothered with it. Sigh...I better stop thinking at this part before it gets ridiculous again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have considered taking a part-time course in journalism while working outside. My mastery of the English language is already rusty and all but I can still manage in most cases. Besides, I'm also getting tired from trying to make everyone happy all the time when there is no one making me happy. Its time I make some time for myself to be happy if no one is gonna help me with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-KeViN-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-114303020467269664?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114303020467269664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=114303020467269664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/114303020467269664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/114303020467269664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-things-make-sense-at-times-when.html' title='Some things make sense at times when they don&apos;t or vice versa?'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-114089016783805825</id><published>2006-02-26T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T01:56:07.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lost cause?</title><content type='html'>Somehow I'm posting more than usual this month...oh well people rarely know about my blogs anyway so it doesn't matter. Anyways, lately I have been doing some soul searching in order to understand myself better or perhaps understand why I do the things I do...by nature it seems that I like to help people a lot but am I doing it because I want to or is because I'm unconciously doing so? Well, initially I had a reason to be who I think I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see around 6-7 years ago during secondary school, after transferring back to my old school, I started falling into a depression and became partially suicidal(I think I probably posted up my history before in my other posts). So day-by-day I was slowly being engulfed in my own thoughts, my soul was dying...slowly but surely. I contemplated death yet I felt a sense of responsibility to those who cared for me. I couldn't really talk to my family, not sure why...perhaps out of fear or was it something else? And I had no friends...no real friends for the next few years, those I knew as friends simply ignored me or betrayed me. They only come to me in their times of need. So I started to become a loner, partly my choice and partly because I had to. So everyday I walked amongst people barely registering anything other than a shadow of my former self...for years I lived on, never dreaming of a future nor an ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that experience, I lost my sense of pride and trust of people. Nobody acknowledged my existance nor do they even want to simply because I lack certain criterias needed to be known. However, I also developed something else along the way. I decided that even though nobody would look at me, at the very least I could still try to help those that I knew with what I can. But...why am I doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after some thought...it came to me...a part of me is doing this because I care for the person and another part of me is doing this because I want the person to know that I'm there...that I exist...so in the end I was just being selfish, perhaps I have been doing this unconciously for years but perhaps I'm just not meant to be involved with anyone at all. I have been a loner all these time am I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons that I do not have a girlfriend is the fact that to me...love at first sight is nothing, because you are only attracted to what you see and I believe you should get to know the person better as a whole first. To me love at first sight is ridiculous because I have been judged all my life for that. Now here is the other problem...because over the fact that everyone judges a book by its cover, I rarely get to know any girls at all. I have gotten cold replies, dis-interested looks, etc and its not like I even tried any corny pick-up lines at all. All I want is just to be aquantainces or friends at least, so...you can understand how I feel about trusting others...but there are a few which I trust, guys and girls alike. I will protect them to the best of my abilities should the time come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH~~!!! Once again I'm writing something other than what I originally intended to...oh well, moral of the story is don't bother doing this at 2am...anyways, this is Kevin signing out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-KeViN-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-114089016783805825?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114089016783805825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=114089016783805825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/114089016783805825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/114089016783805825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2006/02/lost-cause.html' title='A lost cause?'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-114027604365150392</id><published>2006-02-18T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:20:44.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day?</title><content type='html'>Oh Yes~~!!! I'm back with great news~~!!! I finally have a girlfriend~~!!! YEEHAW~~!!!! Wanna know who it is? Ho ho...Just scroll down to those who know me ;) Not gonna tell immediately in case of potential heart attacks upon reading this shocking news flash. Now let me just type out what some people might have on their minds about this at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...who is this mysterious lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how did this loser get her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is she someone we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is she the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...why did she pick this average joe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I cannot believe it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This cannot be true!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Did you not agree to be the next star of "The 40 year old virgin" Part 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...YOU FOOL~~!!! NOW FEEL THE WRATH OF A WOMAN~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And now, for the moment of truth...*Drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah just kidding =X AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...seriously...no, maybe later but definitely not at the moment =/ Anyways, what did you guys do on the 14th of February? If you do not know already, this particular day is celebrated because well...mostly because of marketing gimmicks over the years where things are worth a few times more than they should be lol, but of course there is actually a historical background to this day if you are interested enough to do some research which I'm not gonna type out here lol. Anyways, for most people or should I say couples, this is a day where you can show your appreciation towards the one you care dearly for, or so I assume xD. Either way it is best advised that the guys save up a few month before this particular day arrives for your own sake unless you are pretty lucky or creative lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do on this particular day? ...I stayed home and stared at my computer monitor... ... ...oh wait that was from my other years lol. This year however I decided to stop drooling in front of my PC and joined up with my friends for a single's party or what I think is a single's party, no matter, I'm out of the house either way. So how did I actually decided to appear in this party? Ok read on, some elements of this story is not 100% accurate and has been spiced up just for fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The night before...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*On the phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: So are you going to the party tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? What party? I thought it was a joke?&lt;br /&gt;Joe: No, its for real. So what time are you coming to college?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...uh...IF I'm coming probably around 12+?&lt;br /&gt;Joe: What do you mean by IF?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you sure we are invited in the first place? Its their gang after all isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Joe: What? You were invited first by her. You want to get murdered?&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG. Why these things always comes last minute to me, my grandparents might need the car tomorrow, so I will have to see first.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Ok then, bye.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thinking for a moment, I wondered...to go or not to go? Oh well let's leave it to luck at the moment then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day...my grandparents did go out but were back for lunch, so the following events were before they were back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In the morning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Types SMS to organiser, identity withheld to protect myself in college xD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh...I might not make it today, but will try to come if possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply from secret organiser xD: What the? Do you want to feel the wrath of God? You are so gonna come today~~!!! (Actual message was less...violent lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok ok, will contact you if I get the to know when I can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was pretty much standard stuff, got out of bed, played one round of dota, had lunch and left for college for the meeting. Since I didn't know the actual location of this shopping complex, I asked Joe to wait a while and go together while the girls went on their own. Arrived at college by 2pm right behind the girls' transport but I was not noticable then lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we arrived safely in 1U(The name of the complex), and I said safely since I always had the experience of getting myself lost in this area even with Joe around, we met up in the arcade section and played for a while there. About my sense of direction...well its so so but you can't blame me when I'm being led of by my friend to another state or region of the country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having had my lunch around 1pm, I was kinda hessitant when they decided to have dinner at 4pm o_O;; seems like a few of them had curfew or had other night time activities but I didn't mind, always wanted to try out that western style restaurant anyway. In the end there were 7 of us at the table another came later although it was towards the end. Ordered ribs and got my first look and feel of an actual lamb's ribs...or so I think it was...well tasted pretty good to me, would have been better if I had this a few hours later though lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done, I dropped off Joe, and 2 girls back in college(Scary organiser was among them). And enjoyed my sweet time stuck in traffic...damnit why were the roads blocked...lucky for me I knew an alternative route and got back for another round of my routine Dota match...it was a while later after chatting with my friend online that she reminded me if I bought anything for the girls there...OMG I TOTALLY FORGOT IT WAS VALENTINE'S DAY AND I GOT NOTHING FOR THEM~~!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Oh well, so much for the self proclaimed "justice shall prevail gentleman". I guess next time I will remember to buy something as a sign of appreciation...or maybe better, a gift for someone I can cheerish? LOL. Anyways, this is all for now, to all singles out there like me...LET'S DO IT THIS YEAR~~!!! To all couples out there...GOODLUCK AND ALWAYS APPRECIATE YOUR OTHER HALF~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kevin signing out~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-KeViN-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-114027604365150392?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/114027604365150392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=114027604365150392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/114027604365150392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/114027604365150392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day?'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-113872258666776383</id><published>2006-01-31T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:59:41.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year~</title><content type='html'>Oh well its probably a little late, but better late than never lol. Best part is that I got an exam on the 8th next month and I have not a clue on what the subject is about lol. But as always, I will attempt another miracle feat within the week...damn lecturer happen to be one of the worst anyway, never did like her at all. So anyways, had a reunion dinner at one of the restaurants near my area in PJ. Very good food, problem was that each dish came about 5 minutes after the first lol. Pretty much the same at another restaurant my family and relatives went to about a couple of years ago. Probably the only time of the year for the restaurant owners to double or triple the bills, so rushing customers off for another new ones was probably one of the methods for quick cash I suppose. But overall still had a good time, seldom spend that much time together these days anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...anything big happenings for the past month? Well...not really, finally got myself a new pair of running shoes. Been a couple of years since I last got a pair. Initially wanted the Nike Air Max 360, which costs about RM600, but changed my mind after some thought. Too costly for just a pair of shoes, so went with something around RM350 instead, pretty much the average price these days. But why running shoes? Well its been quite a long time since I actualy exercised, and I'm getting out of shape. Since my toe injuries, I have not been able to even properly wear a shoe, so my basketball days were pretty much over. All this because I was foolish enough to take my time to go to the doctor rather than going immediately for a check-up. So now its pretty much like a permanent injury, but I can still generally walk and run around as long as I don't use my foot to kick something. So since I can't play sports that much anymore, the least I could do is to at least jog a little, and thus the idea for a pair of running shoes. But of course, this pair of shoes had to be something that is also usable for social activities, so after nearly 3 hours of shoe-hunting, finally found a decent looking pair of shoes. A bit bright for my usual tastes but I think it looks great. Anyways, my advise to you is to never delay any health related issues, or you will live to regret it even if its a small thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...other than that, there hasn't been much going around...so until next time, this is Kevin signing out =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kevin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-113872258666776383?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113872258666776383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=113872258666776383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/113872258666776383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/113872258666776383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year~'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-113602123461035893</id><published>2005-12-31T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T17:27:14.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day of 2005</title><content type='html'>Ah...time for my more or less monthly post. The final day of the year...so how can I sum up the year that was 2005 and the month of December? Well for one, I achieved one of my goals which was to pass every subjects this year, and passed all I did. Sure it was just a mere pass but to me it was a great achievement, hopefully I can get a few credits later on but that will be my new year's goal, for now I'll just be content with what I did for the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although things were good to me and most Malaysians but to many others around the world 2005 was also a year remembered for its many tragedies. Unfortunately, because of the fact that we are not affected, we tend to forget about them and are not appreciative of our peaceful environment. Surf to our local MAlaysian forums and you will see many complaining about the most trivial of issues in which, in my logical point of view, I find pointless. Most of the youths here tend to view things in a racial point of view and these are mostly ranging from kids to say...post-teen years? I mean sure, on the outside all is well and good but when it comes down to sensitive issues, we forget all logic and go with our emotions and turn into hypocrites. I admit that at times I myself am a hypocrite but at the same time I try to remain calm and go with logic but trying to so hard at times really gives me a headache...sigh...been having migraines lately just from self anger suppresion and I slowly losing it...slowly but surely. Wanted to see the a counselor a few times but I either keep on forgetting or just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are hypocritical creatures, its just who we are. To survive, its a matter of who's the greater hypocrite. I stab you once in the back today, you stab me back two times tomorrow, this is pretty much how the system works. But what exactly makes us hypocrites? I mentioned earlier about emotions being the trigger but for it to trigger there has to be a cause, thus the term cause and effect or something like that. But what are the triggers? Well pretty much the 7 deadly sins itself lol. Its a matter of where you fit in it, hell maybe all of them even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...once again I'm blabbering nonsense when I should be summarizing the year 2005. Now where did I put my "happy" pills... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kevin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-113602123461035893?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113602123461035893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=113602123461035893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/113602123461035893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/113602123461035893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-day-of-2005.html' title='The last day of 2005'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-113353689324544934</id><published>2005-12-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:21:33.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running towards the year end~</title><content type='html'>Ah the final month of the year has arrived. It brings many memories when I think about it. Although Christmas is still 20+ days away, I can still remember going to my cousin's home to celebrate the first day of Christmas. Year by year as I get older, I started to understand things better. Understanding how I will fit in this world was the first step, understanding what I can do is the other step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how exactly do I fit? Well, right now I go about my life enjoying what I can with it. So what if I'm usually unnoticable? I just live on carrying my own business, I prefer blending into the crowd with little or no trouble at all anyway. At least I still have my family and those who appreciate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I do? Well for starters, hope for a lot of luck next year lol. Also definitely try talking more to people...nah scrap that, its not like they talk back anyway. Okay...ah I got it, try to get into their existing topic...no wait...I can't speak their language...hmm...oh well I guess all I can do is try to talk regardless of the situation. Either I'm on a different level with them in terms of elaborated topics or I'm just simply fugly to the extreme...being relatively very shy doesn't help either...all my courage spent on the first sentence and I'm ignored all together...sheesh...maybe I should just talk to those who are alone in the hall or something. At least my efforts will not be in vain...oh well, this the only way to make myself more sociable, if not there is always next year...oh hell let's make it forever. I'm sure there is hope for me somehow~!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will Kevin finally succeed next year? Well...wait for next year's blog then ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kevin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-113353689324544934?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113353689324544934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=113353689324544934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/113353689324544934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/113353689324544934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/12/running-towards-year-end.html' title='Running towards the year end~'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-113034998614085621</id><published>2005-10-27T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T02:06:26.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year passed, another year to fight through...</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I last blogged, maybe I simply just have nothing much to say or I'm just lazy lol. Anyways, on the 9th of October, I celebrated my 23rd birthday. Yup...this idiot is getting older and older and has yet to accomplished much. Well frankly speaking...I really didn't do much to make myself a more successful person, I go to college, I come back from college, stare at my screen and drool the rest of the day. Hell I should have graduated 2 years ago. I wasted 1 year in a college that felt like mainland China and another year retaking courses that should not have been taken more than once lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those were the days when I was worse off than I am now. Now I have at the very least improved on my studies...yup...if you read my last few blogs, you will notice that I actually passed everything for the first time. So far so good this year, hopefully will do well for the coming exams. Family ties are also pretty good, although it may seem like I'm rather cold to them but I actually do care about them. Its not like I can be overdramatic like my cousins that I feel somehow to be more of an act than anything...but that's just me. If I have to die for my family, I will...hell I'll die for my cat even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will the future hold for me? Well as it is I have some issues to deal with at the current time. Some I'm planning to do later and some I'm pretty much on to it. Oh well...one step at a time...slowly...but surely...I'm really hoping on the "surely" part lol. So what should I talk about at the moment? Hmm...okay lets try something different for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's my favourite food?  &lt;br /&gt;A: Ahh...I generally enjoy most cuisines and am always willing to try something new as long as its edible to me. But generally I tend to lean towards Japanese and Thai cuisines. Damn, I just love them sushis~ As for Thai cuisines, I just simply love the hot and spicy stuff. Like a phrase I heard from a chef on TV, "Food is boring without chillies". I'll even mix my food with &lt;em&gt;Wasabi&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Cili Padi&lt;/em&gt; if I had them around. Drool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's your favourite animal"s"?&lt;br /&gt;A: I generally like very furry cuddly ones like my cat. Usually will enjoy watching National Geographic especially if its on the common house cat or the big ones like lions or tigers, don't plan on going near one though lol. But I pretty much those interesting ones like those on dinosaurs, sumo schools...yup...sumo schools...weird to watch but interesting nonetheless, ah...yes those WW2 ones, I like the history ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's your favourite or type of movies that you like?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, I like to watch comedies, action, sci-fi, fantasy, better if all combined lol. Recently seen Zorro 2 at a charity premier, it was pretty good, really caught me by surprise there. Its a mix or action and comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How is your "roxxor" rate among girls?&lt;br /&gt;A: Close to nil, I hang out with guys so much I'm feeling gay XD ,another 17 more birthdays until I can be like the movie 40 year old virgin lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Any great "heroic" deeds?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nothing life threatening...unless being several meters above ground on a tree is threatening enough lol...seems like I'm bound to cats, been saving cats off trees and drains my whole life lol. Where art thou damsel in distress???~ Meow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you creative or more towards the logical side?&lt;br /&gt;A: Definitely the latter, never gotten passed a C+ in my entire art life...I can learn maths very easily except for that one particular subject...sigh...but finally passed it anyways. Though programming is the only other logical thing I can't seem to have a grasp on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can we end this nonsense now?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yup, its 2am now and I'm still being an idiot here. Definitely ran out of ideas to write this thing to begin with...oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this ends another session with Kevin~ the drooling traveller, I hope I can come out with something better than this one next time or maybe better than all my previous blogs lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-113034998614085621?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/113034998614085621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=113034998614085621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/113034998614085621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/113034998614085621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-year-passed-another-year-to.html' title='Another year passed, another year to fight through...'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-112767025962782917</id><published>2005-09-26T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:45:39.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management...</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I last blogged here. Either simply I had nothing to talk about or I'm just simply busy doing something...yup something...I tried to look at things on a positive note, but it just seems...rather...disturbing...when I try to evaluate myself, I only can come to this conclusion...I need help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very angry person, I may not show it to my friends but deep down, I'm just like a walking time bomb ready to explode. Sometimes when my blur face, its hard to tell what I'm actually thinking about, sometimes I think about why am I so pissed off, sometimes I wonder why the hell is the idiot in front of me wasting my time asking stupid questions with obvious answers when he seems to be among the top students there..."Excuse me, what does O &amp; T stands for?" WTF? I'm not even paying attention here and I know bloody well the damn bloody thing stands for Opportunity and Threats that we have gone through over and OVER AND OVER again(to those who don't know, the whole thing is actually S.W.O.T, which is mostly used to analyse an organisation's Strengths, Weaknesses, Opportunities and Threats). Anyways, rather than just take my chair and smack him on the head, I just pretended I didn't hear that and continued with my wandering mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to visit my college's designated counselor, but it seems like they changed the room into some sort of office...or maybe it was just relocated... sigh...the thing is...the core of my anger was generated from the years of hatred I had. I tried forgetting but it just keeps slapping back into my face. If you had read my earlier entries, you will know that I'm a Malaysian Chinese. The thing is...I hate the same bloody race that I am. Yup, thats right, you see...I classify the Malaysian Chinese into 3 types. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My kind, the ones who speak little or no mother tougue at all (Mandarin or any other dialect).&lt;br /&gt;2) The traditionals, the ones who speak little or no English at all.&lt;br /&gt;3) The elites, the ones who speak both, basically most of my friends fall into this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of you would say...why not pick up the language. Good advise but the thing is, its not like I never tried. I tried but just simply cannot comprehend...or maybe my tutor was just bad at teaching me or I'm just too stupid for it...you see...what I hate about the traditionals is that their pride is probably much larger than their common sense. So far I have not met any traditionals that at the very least respect me. They look down upon me as if I was an "inferior" product of their great race. At first I was ok with it, no big deal, I can always compensate, its not like I'm always around these types of people. This is Malaysia after all, there are many other races and most of them speak decent English or Bahasa Melayu which is the country's national language that I'm capable of speaking with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reality hits back fast and furious...ignore the pun...anyways, there is this person which I will not say the name, maybe those who know me can guess, is a traditional and...I guess you can call it a friend...I couldn't be bothered with his attitude and all. At first everything was fine, we played basketball in a group, hang out in a group, seems ok enough. Then one day I told my friends I was taking a Japanese language course just for the fun of it, or maybe to make my self more marketable next time...I dunno. So this "friend" asked me why I'm not taking Mandarin instead. I told him my reason then he went on to discuss with my other friends in Cantonese something about why is it that I chose a foreign language instead in the way as if I'm joining some satanic cult. My other friends told him that there was nothing wrong with it and it was my choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS RIGHT PEOPLE, I'M NOT ENTIRELY DEAF TO THE CANTONESE DIALECT, DON'T ASSUME THAT I DO NOT KNOW~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I forgotten about it and continued with my life since he stopped studying. But as a gamer, I follow the online gaming trend so I learn how to play DOTA. So to play with the local community, I signed up at one of the servers and at first just played with my friends. Once I had some confidence, I decided to play in public games with other in the server. The server itself can have up to hundreads of people at a time...the best part is...2/3 of it are players who fall into the "traditionals" category. So I had the privilege of experiencing the art of playing with rude and stupid people. Most games I hosted had these idiots scolding in foul languages and had no sense of sportsmanship at all. Its bad enough to be scolded for something you had very little to do with, but by people who don't even know how to play the game...as a solution I downloaded a software that could filter out people of my choice or those well known in the server itself. Ok...in a way that problem is solved...next one...I have to drive through traffic with stupid people, that have no common sense at all, most of them Chinese~! What's wrong with you people??? Its pride so important that you rather cause more traffic??? Stupid people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, about a month or so ago, I went to a buffet gathering. I was feeling ok until he showed up again...yes the "traditional" that questioned my decision to learn Japanese...I thought that maybe that day I was a little sensitive so I tried to talk to him, and guess what? The first damn words coming out of his mouth was "Can you speak Mandarin yet?" I just answered a simple "No" and he went to shake his head and sighed...I was like...WTF? The whole night I tried an attempt or two to start a conversation with him but he ignored me altogether. Guess I wasn't good enough for him. Fine, I was happy enough without him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...all these things are starting to get to me that its clouding my judgement...recently Malaysian Idol just concluded. The winner should have been obviously the girl but the guy got it instead. The girl was a Malay girl with a decently powerful voice while the guy couldn't even muster it even if he had wanted to and couldn't even speak a decent word of English. The best part was that he had 2-3x more votes than the girl. Yup, the traditional won the competition based on popularity rather than talent. Some say...give the guy a chance, since the girl can make it big even if she loses, some say...his voice is unique, he is a pop-singer and he can play musical instruments, some say...etc, etc, etc...well guess what? I say...that's all bull shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idol == Great singer(its all about the voice) + perfomer + charisma. &lt;br /&gt;Idol != Giving free rides + looking for instrument players(go join a band for crying out loud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? I may be right or wrong but the facts are the facts. I'm already starting to lose myself. Logic is also failing me...was I right to the point or was I wrong due to my hatred...I just simply don't know anymore...sigh...looks like I need to go look for some professional help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kevin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-112767025962782917?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112767025962782917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=112767025962782917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/112767025962782917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/112767025962782917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/09/anger-management.html' title='Anger Management...'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-112537800912074449</id><published>2005-08-30T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:02:25.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invisible Man</title><content type='html'>Life goes on with him, life goes on without him. The world is but just another stage for him as an extra. His actions has no impact upon this world as a flower would have upon its surrounding as it withers away with the season. He walks amongst us, yet we fail to see him. Just like every organism, he continues his journey because he knows he has to. Nobody sees him yet he tries to be seen. Perhaps this is but a test of will as the invisible man tries to live on. The invisible man, perhaps like every other average man, tries to strive in a world that does not see nor recognise him. Perhaps this is a world where only vanity exist, but the invisible man will still live on, perhaps as just another clone in this world. He tries and tries hoping that one day, he will be seen, not as a star but as a person who exists. This is the life of the invisible man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kevin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-112537800912074449?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112537800912074449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=112537800912074449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/112537800912074449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/112537800912074449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/08/invisible-man.html' title='The Invisible Man'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-112453445301632685</id><published>2005-08-20T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T18:40:53.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it is...</title><content type='html'>Wow, nearly forgotten to update this blog lol. So then, what shall I blog about...ok I suppose I might as well talk about what happened within the last month or so. Anyways, since my last entry, I worked in a PC Fair together with some friends for the first time in my life. The purpose of the fair is to pretty much introduce people to the world of computing and of course selling them at lower prices. This of course will attract a very VERY large crowd of people to the fair. It was a good experience for me although I was previously working at a shopping complex promoting the same product in a shop with some friends. So all in all I worked my first 70 hours of experience lol. And I think I did pretty well with my sales and was pretty much trying to compete with one of my friends, named GT for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I didn't want to work in a PC fair because of my past experience of being the customer in it. During those times, PC Fair would be held in PWTC, its a building where the government often have their annual political meeting or so. Anyways, it was a pretty small place and I hated it. Why? Well simply because it was too damn crowded. I could barely walk in that place and I hate to get stuck in a cluster of people and tend to panic a little. Not panic as in starting to scream in agony or something but more like my body will start to fail me. I will start to get dizzy, sweaty, etc. With that in mind, I was still deciding on the work opportunity. But the company I was earlier working with, Intranet, was really in need of people especially those with already some experience in their product like me and my friends, so out of goodwill I decided to accept the job. But thank God the fair was at another location. This time it was held at the KLCC Convention Center. It was wayyyyyy larger so it could accommodate more people in it and to add more to my luck, the booth setup by our company was an open air type, so I was able to walk around more freely. Either way it was a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not all is well...if you heard it in the news or something, you will know that recently Malaysia was plagued with the haze caused by open burning from Indonesia. The haze was so bad, you could only see about 500m ahead of you. And thanks to the haze, I went down with fever, coughs, sore throat, and the flu. My body is quite weak, so after 3 consecutive days of working and standing non-stop at the PC Fair, my body just had to take the final blow from the haze. I suffered for a week...even lost 5kg...ok maybe thats a good thing lol. Until now I haven't really fully recovered, still have a bit of coughing here and there but otherwise I'm pretty much fine. There is also still some haze left but at least its not so bad anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much all that happened to me during the last month...right now still waiting for my pay for the work I have done lol. Played a lot of online game too...playing something called DOTA, its a mod of WarCraft 3. Pretty interesting game, maybe I will explain more next time. So that's it for now, cya next time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-KeViN-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-112453445301632685?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112453445301632685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=112453445301632685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/112453445301632685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/112453445301632685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life as it is...'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-112204256225378112</id><published>2005-07-22T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T22:30:56.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's own reflection</title><content type='html'>Well...I thought I would be at most...posting about 1-2 blogs a month, maybe I'm just too free nowadays lol. Anyways, I thought of writing this down before I accidentally delete this off my brain by replacing it with other nonsense...if you all have been somewhat following my daily...well mostly past life experience blogs, you will notice that it has negative vibes coming out of it. Well not sure if I can actually change but I can always try. Anyway today's topic is based on this Japanese song lyric I gotten off an anime. I wondered why I never noticed before...but its an interesting song. Try guessing the anime, it goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese:&lt;br /&gt;ienai itami kanashimi de kizu tsuita kimi&lt;br /&gt;mou waraenai nante hito girai nante kotoba sou iwanai de&lt;br /&gt;mienai mirai ni okoru koto subete ni imi ga aru kara&lt;br /&gt;ima wa sono mama de ii kitto kizukeru toki ga kuru daro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English:&lt;br /&gt;Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed&lt;br /&gt;Don't say words like you can't smile or you hate people&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happens in the unseen future has a meaning&lt;br /&gt;So stay like this, there'll come a time when you will realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I suppose things that happen to me happen for a reason...in other words, I'm trying my best to look on the positive things of life...hmm, lets see...okay then, if I were successful in high school and gotten myself a scholarship, I wouldn't have known how fortunate I was for having such understanding and loving parents. In fact I might have became a snob like my "friends" back in high school. At least even after all my failures, they still believed in me and continued to support me. But I was already grateful to them even before I came across this lyric, just that I wasn't looking it the way it is now...Then there was the time last year when my cat died, I was realy down for quite a while, but coincidentally my mother's friend happen to be shifting and couldn't keep their 5 year old cat. Although I was still depressed over my cat's passing, I decided to take over the ownership of their cat. At least I know I can take care of the cat rather than have it try its luck with the animal shelter. It took a while but the cat named "Madonna" kept me company when I was lonely. She was quite a loving cat, it was as if she was sent to mend my heart at the right place and time by a greater power or being...with the exception that I don't believe in God or any other form of religion anyway...and I also got a new friend through this process, I got to know the Madonna's owner and we sometimes chat on MSN on things personal and non-personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...although some things may have caused you great harm physically or mentally, it just might be a reason for something to happen in the future. This can also mean to look in the way from an optimistic point of view but its all up to you. Some may call it fate, while others call it optimism...well as for me, I'm trying to be the latter and at the same time try to understand the first. Besides, if things really do happen for a reason then we should try to embrace it with courage and prepare for what the future holds for us. Lol...I hope I'm not contradicting myself, hoping for a change soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is also dedicated to a friend who is currently not in the best of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kevin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-112204256225378112?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112204256225378112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=112204256225378112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/112204256225378112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/112204256225378112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/07/lifes-own-reflection.html' title='Life&apos;s own reflection'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-112170867580593458</id><published>2005-07-19T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T02:02:34.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew...finally...</title><content type='html'>Woo Hoo...I passed all my subjects for the first time in a long long time...I mean, I never gotten all passes before, I usually would have at least 1 failed subject in between. Although I was hoping for at least a Credit but I suppose my assignments must have dragged it down...oh well, at least I now have a better hope of completing my degree course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway at the moment, out of boredom I decided to change my MSN nick, I believe I already expressed myself long enough with my other nick which you can read about in my previous blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick title: Given up on the female species...and no I'm not gay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had actually read through my other boring blogs, I kept on ranting about my relationship-less status all my life...by the way, I'm gonna be 23 this year. Now...although it seems like I never tried anything before but its not like I didnt't try at least. I may be shy, I may have my phobias but at least in my own way I tried at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, what are the methods of approaching someone? Well I have first hand seen a guy approach a girl just like that and asked for her email...not sure about phone though. Is it that simple? Sigh...I guess I have no guts then...well as for me...if I wanna really get along with the person, I would actually have to be an acquaintance at the very least. That by itself is kinda rare for me. Then the next step is to at least try to know the person better...this is just as rare if worse than just getting a name. Trust me when I say this as the probability of the girl ever talking to me again is 5-10% at most. I suppose I'm just not their type...Anyways, if there was some success there then...well...my status with this girl will be at the "friend" status at least...or so I hope...but don't get me wrong, I have a couple of girl "friends", just that it was instantly upgraded to that status through my friends. Its the matter of the one I'm trying to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after trying so hard and a couple of months just to be a friend, the person gets into a relationship with a guy who more or less used the method I said earlier...you know...just approach a total stranger and get her number...so although I'm trying to the best of my abilities, its just ridiculously hard for me...are relationships based on trust non-existant anymore? Is it all simply a lust for adventure or is this somewhat a reality that I failed to comprehend earlier? Well anyways, this left me really heartbroken and from there on I pretty much just gave up already...this happened quite a long time ago. There were some hopeful encounters and after the attempt I made but they just didn't take off...maybe because its of my lackluster desire, or maybe its because somewhere deep within myself, I still had that regret of failing to even hint at the person after all these time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...maybe I should just randomly approach a girl and blindly ask for her number and see how it goes...is this how it truly works? Well...for the mean time, well actually for quite a long time already...been what? years? I decided to become the passive person I am today deciding only to only go for girls that actually have an interest in me first. That is especially rare...well...for my case anyway...my uninspiring looks doesn't exactly even make the opposite sex interested in having a second glance at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, its my fault anyway...I lived in this country my whole life but unfortunately I only mastered 2 languages. One is the national language, the Bahasa Melayu or Bahasa Malaysia, and the other is English. I grew up speaking English my whole life. My grammar and vocabulary is not the best but I believe it can be considered to be at least above average to say...good. As much joy I have in enjoying speaking the English language, it dawned upon me my greatest failure...my inability to speak the very language that identifies my origin...in short, I can't speak nor understand a word of Mandarin or any other dialect for that matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, communication has always been a problem for me within my own community. I have no problem with the other communities, in fact most of the time I feel more comfortable with the others. Anyway this is how my usual scenario goes...I walk into a fast food restaurant. Over here we have many types of fast food restaurants. In this case, one where there are many hawker stalls with a variety of food. So let's say I want to try the fried noodles, so I try to communicate with the Chinese hawker who can only speak Cantonese or Mandarin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um...fried noodles, uh...small size please...&lt;br /&gt;Hawker: @#%!^*$@#%**# (These are not curses...its simply me not understanding him/her)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okaayyy...I'm sitting over there... *Pointing to my location later*&lt;br /&gt;Hawker: #$^%&amp;@!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Few minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;Hawker: @$%^#@!@@&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh...okay...(At this point I give him/her say...10 bucks for something worth 3-4 bucks since I dunno what he/she is saying. All I can hope for is honesty at this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, end of story I got noodle soup instead of my initial order of fried noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does this apply to knowing a girl? Well add that situation in except maybe the girl is only slightly better at English or just isn't interested in using the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;I'll just sit back and wait till I'm dead regardless...its actually a win-win situation...sure I'll be lonely but at least I'll get to enjoy my bachelor life to a certain degree. On the other hand, if I somehow get lucky anyway, then I'll finally be able to enjoy whatever there is in a relationship...or suffer...doesn't really matter...gonna just keep my emotions dead at the mean time...and one more time...I'M NOT GAY~!!! LEAVE ME ALONE~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kevin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-112170867580593458?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112170867580593458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=112170867580593458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/112170867580593458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/112170867580593458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/07/phewfinally.html' title='Phew...finally...'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-112067029020387825</id><published>2005-07-06T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T01:33:17.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new MSN nick - 90% of Malaysians have no common sense...and yes I'm the other 10%...</title><content type='html'>Yup...I have made up my point of view of the country in which I was born in...no there is nothing wrong with the country. I love Malaysia, I wouldn't imagine myself living any other place...somehow I just feel comfortable here...no war, no riots anywhere...its pretty peaceful here...until... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fear the majority of the dumb, the cocky, and whatever negative definitions you can think of...yes...I'm talking about the people that live in this very country...I mean there is generally nothing wrong with them...they look like your normal everyday Malaysian...but its not what they look like that bothers me...I mean I am a Malaysian too, but its the attitude that drives them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, time to get to the point...if you are a foreigner planning to say...migrate over here, or plan to work here over a long period...then heed my main advice...STAY AWAY FROM KUALA LUMPUR TRAFFIC!!!~~~ Remember...you have been warned. Seen maybe once or twice in your driving experience back home of a rude driver? Well...expect to see them every other minute...nope thats not it...rude is an understatement, imagine in terms of mythical proportion...YES THEY ARE F**KING DEVILS WITH WHEELS!!! They'll ram you off the road if it gets them to their destination faster by 5 minutes if they had the chance...Ok then examples? Alright...over here most motorcyclist...yes the 2-wheelers, have the highest authority here. To them the colours of the traffic lights, GREEN = YELLOW = RED = GO. Yep, they'll just hapilly ride across without the slightest concern of their lifes. Oh well, I suppose they want to meet their makers faster...Once I was driving past a traffic light, a motorcyclist just dashes across in front of me...luckily I still had good reflexes, so I stopped in time. The moron had the nerve to stare at me and curse...so even if its GREEN, please do look out for these suiciders. Trust me, the law enforcers here will not be of any help regardless of who was at right or wrong and most of them need "incentives" to get anything done or anything done in your cause for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, that the only issue I have with the 2-wheelers...now how about the ones in 4? Ok, due to the fact that it is a larger form of transportation, car drivers tend not to try their luck with the RED lights. However, they are just as annoying...here is a list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ok then there are 3 lanes, 2 for going straight and 1 for turning left or right. The 2 lanes are getting crowded, and seems to be getting nowhere...common solution?&lt;br /&gt;A) Just be patient and continue on the proper lane in which you are planning to use.&lt;br /&gt;B) Plan next time to use an alternative route.&lt;br /&gt;C) Call up the relevant authorities on the current situation if the traffic persists for a long period and you haven't moved an inch.&lt;br /&gt;D) None of the above. Please state your own answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Why over here its of course D, yep...since the 3rd lane is clear of traffic as turning left and right has no traffic problems, why not create one? Don't we all love causing others inconvinience? Wanna know how it happens? Well since the time of Man begun, we started to develop logic, 1+1=2 and so on. So the morons had this logic, since there is no traffic on the 3rd lane, it should be faster if I used it and then squeeze back into the 2 lanes. Ok, there is some logic there, its true you get ahead slightly faster...but wait~, there is a flaw after all...yup...these morons forgot about the fact that the 2-lanes are congested in the first place. Meaning you won't be able to easily squeeze back into the 2-lanes, and you are also jumping queues, as it is, a normal driver is already frustrated in the congested lane and here you are trying to use a shortcut...you are annoying this law abiding driver and like hell he will give way. Add a couple more morons to this equation as well as a few other innocent souls that are just planning to turn right or left, and there you have it, unnessary traffic in all lanes. So...(Moron^n) + Decent people = Inconvinience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, now for another scenario. You are driving on the middle lane, and there was a need to switch lane soon. You checked the rear and side mirror and noticed that the other vehicle is quite a distance away...well at least there is enough space and distance to not trouble the other person. So you turn on your signal to indicate where you are switching to...now as the other driver, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Give way, after all there is enough space for the both of us and I was already going at this constant speed.&lt;br /&gt;B) Maybe switch to another lane to overtake that driver as he/she might slow me down.&lt;br /&gt;C) Same like A, except you slow down a little if you are worried about a collision.&lt;br /&gt;D) None of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: D again, there is quite a distance between you and the car at the left or right back. So instead of giving you way, the other driver decides to speed up and block your car when earlier there were no signs of any acceleration, it was just a sudden burst of speed. Why you ask? This I believe is a culture most people here call "Kiasu" or translated directly, afraid to lose. Somehow I just don't understand these people. Is there a need to compete here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other problems which are self explainatory are such as hogging off 2 carpack spaces with 1 vehicle, double parking in a crowded area, and actually parking right in front of you in a moving lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we can't leave out the nice non-vehicle related people or pedestrians now can we? Ok here are a few examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I was driving into a parking slot then like the wind, this idiot appears and walks like a king right in front of me. Ok, I accept that you are an idiot with no feelings for others so I let you cross...what happens next totally angered me. It would have made sense if his destination was where I thought it was, which was to my left side up front. But what he did instead was turn left from my front and went to the shopping area facing the back of my vehicle. Hope you can visualise on this. I mean he could have just turn left earlier and avoid going in front of my vehicle but he just had to cross right in front of me first. This isn't the first time, there are occasion pedestrians will just simply walk across the road like they were God ignoring the incoming vehicles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Rubbish bin? Yea its there, but guess what? Its actually clean...no, not because the relevant companies are cleaning them out rather...people here do not seem to understand the very function of the rubbish bin. On the other hand, you can see rubbsih scattered everywhere just a few meters away. Makes sense? Hell no~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You are waiting for the lift, and one finally arrives at your floor. Now normal people would have waited for the ones inside to exit the lift. But people here prefer to push those coming out back in and stuff themselves together. Those lucky ones are those who are on neared to the exit of the lift, rather unfortunate for those stuck at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You enter a public toilet and go stright into a private cubicle. Ok take note, we are pretty famous locally for our public toilets for various and bizarre reasons. Anyway, you enter and you see...well I rather not discuss this...ok let's put this in a different context. You see lumps upon lumps of...you guess...thingies in there. Why was it not flushed? Was the flush broken? Ok...let me try then...oh my...it does work...are these morons leaving a mark of their territory? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I try my very best to be a very understanding person, but over the year...and I mean at least a decade...I have been going through all these nonsense. I do my best in terms of my behaviour when I'm driving, I do not litter and I know how to use whatever public facilities available to me in the way they are supposed to be used. Is it so hard? Come on people, try at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kevin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-112067029020387825?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/112067029020387825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=112067029020387825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/112067029020387825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/112067029020387825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-new-msn-nick-90-of-malaysians-have.html' title='My new MSN nick - 90% of Malaysians have no common sense...and yes I&apos;m the other 10%...'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-111886163161786089</id><published>2005-06-16T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T02:53:51.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving a battle...OH WHO CARES~~~IT'S FINALLY OVER~~~!!!</title><content type='html'>YAY!!! My exams are finally over. The stress, anxiety, sleepless nights...I suffer from them no more lol. And best of all...for the first time in a long long time...I think I can pass all. My predictions are SE = Credit, OS = Pass, and Java 2 = Pass. But of course, the actual results are still weeks away, hoping for the best now. So right now, I can sit back and relax...ahhh....my brain can finally stop thinking for a while lol XD. Oh well, maybe I should plan some activities for myself during the semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity 1: Spend time with family, well I spend it mostly with my brother. Must spend more quality time with my other family members as well if possible, have not been a really good son/grandson in recent months :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity 2: Sleep more...no wait, that's what I have been doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity 3: Catch up on some movies, planning to go get those old Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity 4: Online gaming, boooyah~! Hell yeah~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity 5: Hanging out with friends. Not my forte because of my condition, but will try my best anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity 6: Anime, anime, anime...been downloading quite a bit and its starting to stack up...only seen a couple so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I might not be able to accomplish some activities but there are probably more later although I'm more towards sleeping now lol XD my brain just isn't at 100% alertness...so...that's it for now. Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-111886163161786089?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111886163161786089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=111886163161786089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111886163161786089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111886163161786089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/06/surviving-battleoh-who-caresits.html' title='Surviving a battle...OH WHO CARES~~~IT&apos;S FINALLY OVER~~~!!!'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-111771312580507482</id><published>2005-06-02T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:52:05.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety kicking in...</title><content type='html'>*Tick tock tick tock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the sounds of terror creeping from the corner...yes...the day of dread is approaching, slowly but surely. Soon I will be having my first of 3 exams, it will be on the 8th this month...the subject, Systems Environment. Now normally this kind of subject is my cup of tea. Understand the concept, apply and deliver. Simple. No need for any calculations, planning, headache, etc. As long as you understand how it goes, you can explain it well enough...well that was what I thought. Right now I'm taking this exam for the 3rd time. Now, earlier I said that this was my cup of tea, but why the 3rd time you ask? Well...I failed the first time simply from the assignments alone. I was pretty confident after the exam that day, thinking this was surely another successful attempt. But to my horror a week or so later, for the first time in my college life...I flunked in the assignment section...and badly too. Devastated, I was hoping to at most failing my assignments only, but in the end I failed overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during the 2nd attempt, the lecturer changed and for some reason, they are taking turns in teaching this subject...anyway, thinking maybe I have better odds with this lecturer, I enrolled...oh what a mistake it was. The lecturer was one that was an incarnation of a dark lord from hell. Every week, she drills us with tutorials which as hard as we tried, failed to please her...even with the book there! To make matters worse, she always heckles us saying it was a feeble attempt when even the studious ones in class can't even please her well enough. Came exam, as expected, me and my friends were totally screwed. Its bad enough we can't please her with answer from the book, she had to set the questions as if we were taking our Masters in the bloody subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the current attempt, I enrolled with the lecturer of my first attempt, I believe I should be able pass this time with proper planning, and it seems by his replies, our assignments seems to have some hope...I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next exam will be Operating Systems which will be on the 14th. I got an AE for this subject from 2 semesters ago, AE as in additional exam. This means I only have to sit for the exam. I probably got this grade from "nearly" passing this subject. But should be able to pass this time now that I know I could have passed if I did 1 more of the questions which I couldn't answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my last exam is of course Java 2 which I explained in detail in my previous blog. This will be on the 15th, a day after OS. Although at the moment I'm trying to study to my best of my abilities, I tend to get distracted. Mostly from exam jitters. I will cough as if I was coughing blood, lose my mood, or simply go into a daze after a while...oh well...wish me luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kevin Tan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-111771312580507482?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111771312580507482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=111771312580507482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111771312580507482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111771312580507482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/06/anxiety-kicking-in.html' title='Anxiety kicking in...'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-111712113961701804</id><published>2005-05-26T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:25:39.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When reality sinks in...</title><content type='html'>How many of us actually fail college? To me...I rarely hear about this, or maybe I'm just being around more successful friends, or are at least coping to the very least. Me? Well...right now I'm taking an Information Technology course, and if you read my other entries, you will know that I'm not doing very well at it...well its not like I cannot get the degree...its just that I'm being bogged down by the very core subject for the entire course itself...that is...Object Programming For Java. Ok I'm sure many of you are thinking now..."WTF? You can't pass something as simple as that?" Well...let's just say I'm somehow Java dumb...its like whenever I see it I just can't comprehend it...I got a credit for Java 1 but somehow just turned dumb for Java 2...its a bizarre thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now here's my status...I failed 3x for the subject already and am currently taking my 4th time...the rules are that failing to pass within 4x will result in me getting the boot out of college. According to my friend, if and IF I failed to pass I will receive 1 of 3 letters, 1 of course will be the dismissal letter, 1 will be the warning letter in which I survive by a thread, and another which he couldn't remember...doesn't really matter...I must pass at all cost or face off with the college in a game of Russian roulette...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm doing 2 things, 1 practice as much as possible on my Java 2, and 2 find another place where I can either train or study to become another useful member of the society...sigh...currently looking at a training requirement for a cadet pilot...I surpassed most of what they needed but one... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kevin Tan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-111712113961701804?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111712113961701804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=111712113961701804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111712113961701804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111712113961701804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-reality-sinks-in.html' title='When reality sinks in...'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-111669371813505367</id><published>2005-05-22T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T00:44:03.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world of dreams...</title><content type='html'>Every night before I go to sleep, I like to imagine things that are fictional especially science fiction type of dreams. Why? Well, simply because I just like it that way. It was written somewhere that you can help direct you dreams when you are sleeping by creating a scenario first before you go to sleep. I tried this over and over and pretty much works most of the time. The problem is...I get pretty tired because it takes me a while to get to sleep due to this activity lol. This is pretty much how my dream usually goes...Once upon a time...nah just kidding lol XD. Ok here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in the not so distant future...our hero or something, Kevin, is trapped together with two of his fellow gun totting mercenaries in a showdown of colourful lighting...lasers...ok ok so maybe this is set in the distant future then...to make this interesting let's name the 2 fellas Kenny and Joe lol XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shit! Those backstabbing idiots got us pinned down real good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Uh huh...so you noticed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Hey, we can't hold out much longer...they just keep on coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Damnit! *Throws a grenade towards the enemy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sigh...well guys...all I wanna say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Don't even start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh come on, we should have our last words together...like a brotherhood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: No, never, don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Uh guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aww...you should try to loosen up a little...get over here... *Indicating a hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: ...guys... *Seems to be histerically pointing at something*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Stay far far away from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...Wot? There's nothing wrong with two men hugging one another in their time of impending doom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: ...sigh...see this? *Pointing gun at me* ...Don't make me use this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok ok if you are gonna be that way...fine with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemy general: Ahh~~I suppose the reunion is over then...ok guys let's end their misery...&lt;br /&gt;Enemy soldiers: YES SIR!!! *Simultaneously firing upon the trio*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the dream I woke up more confused than ever...oh well...XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-111669371813505367?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111669371813505367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=111669371813505367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111669371813505367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111669371813505367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/05/world-of-dreams.html' title='The world of dreams...'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-111634607072678648</id><published>2005-05-17T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:07:50.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My quest for a fair maiden...</title><content type='html'>Day in and out, I often wonder, would it be great to have a girlfriend? Nowadays, I feel like there is not much motivation in me being in college other than hanging out with my friends or just for the sake of the attendance. As I stare blankly towards the lecturer, I feel as if there's simply very little reason I have being in that class. Sure, I learn something,but I'm just going at it for what seems like a waste of time. But nonetheless my goal is still to pass this course regardless of my mental state on the issue. Is this because I'm just partially bored at the moment? So will having a relationship help boost my morale? Right now I have several reasons as to why I'm lacking when it comes to relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Self confidence = 1-2/10, I'm just too shy around girls, no matter how hard I tried, I just can't...simply close to impossible. Here is an example, once I was on my way to the toilet from class when a few meters away there was this girl. So as we saw each other, she smiled at me. Woot? For the first time in my life a girl, not just any girl, but a beautiful one was smiling at me. I'm pretty sure there was no one around that time. So the normal course of action would be of course to simply smile back...that part I failed. I just couldn't do it, I rarely smile unless I happen to be laughing or something, but if you saw my photos, you will notice I rarely smile in them. So during those few seconds I was stunned, I was thinking "Oh god! Do something! Anything!", while I was deciding my body naturally hasten my steps towards the toilet and eventually I failed to react towards the girl. I was so shocked that I forgotten how she looks like. Regretted ever since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Looks = 5/10, those numbers says it all, if I'm lucky maybe my looks value can be raised to a 6 or 7. Wanna experiment? Upload your photos to www.hotornot.com and see yourself rated among people around the world. Well I'm not the most ugly looking although while I appreciate being average, it doesn't really help boost my confidence at all. I hate to say this but people are more interested in talking to "beautiful" looking people first although their first intention is for the inner beauty. Get my point? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Intelligence = 4-5/10, Ok then, I'm pretty much average when it comes to my studies although the number of IQ tests I have taken indicated above average. Maybe its was my mistake to enrol myself in a course which I will come to hate, but I'm not really doing well in it. Usually when it comes to subjects where self expression is all thats needed, then there's where I can shine. Give me something bogged down with only facts and memory based questions and there's where I fall. I'm not sure how intelligence affects both sexes' attraction to one another, but I'm sure most people will prefer being with a person with smarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Assets = 6-7/10, I come from an upper middle class family. I'm pretty much happy at where I am with my family's financial status and never ask for anything. Sometimes when I see spoilt children asking for this or that, it just makes me wonder why they are they way they are even when they can't afford it. Ok although I do not want to discrimate, regardles of male or female, some like to hang around people with blings more than people with a much simpler life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my question. Would you give me a chance if I had score 1-2 in all of the above and tried my best to gain your attention. Let's put it this way, if you had a choice between say...Mr.A scoring 9-10 in all areas and me, your average joe although I might be a pretty nice guy; who would you choose? Unfortunately this is reality as guys prefer beautiful and sexy women and the same goes for the ladies. Although I myself wouldn't go for the worse of the worse, I'm pretty much just as happy if I had your average plain Jane by my side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kevin Tan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-111634607072678648?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111634607072678648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=111634607072678648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111634607072678648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111634607072678648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-quest-for-fair-maiden.html' title='My quest for a fair maiden...'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-111626711889628225</id><published>2005-05-17T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T02:11:58.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I, me, myself the lone ranger...</title><content type='html'>Howdy ho, decided to post a blog in what? A month? Oh well, was bored up to my skull anyway...I have this migraine from staring into the PC the whole day but just pretty much did that, wasn't really motivated to start on my assignments which were pretty much due this Friday. Oh well, soon my sleepless nights will arrive again...sigh...anyway, about my title...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like all my life, I have always tried to adapt to my surroundings but never really could. And when I fail to adapt, people tend to misunderstand my actions. My life as a loner started a long long time ago back when I was 16 that year. Ok let me explain this first, after graduating from primary school I proceeded to high school A, from age 13-14, then transferred to high school B only for a year at age 15, then came back to high school A from 16-17. Reason? Because it was due to my father's occupation. But my problem pretty much started out when I came back to my former high school which is A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 15, we took an exam called PMR, which pretty much determines which stream you will proceed to, it was either Science or the Arts. I scored 6As and 1B which was pretty good considering you can only get a max of 7 or 8As that time. So I was enlisted into the Science stream. This however is the start of my downfall. When I reenrolled into the former school, I thought things should be great since I'm gonna see my old friends back, unfortunately I started on the wrong foot and angered one of the teachers which throughout the year proceeded to make my life a living misery. To make matters worse, due to my failing grades, my so called "friends" started to avoided me as if I was the walking plague. And due to my lack of knowledge to speak my own mother tounge, I was pretty much left out of most discussions. Sigh...after a while, I lost all hopes of enjoying my school life and started to feel isolated. I felt the world has deserted me and the only ones I will ever trust is my family. My goal each day was merely to live on as a corpse in an education system that has failed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that year onwards, I started to develop a serious case of IBS or known as Irritable Bowel Syndrome. There are two things that come out of it, you either suffer from stomach cramp and constipation or you suffer from diarrhea. I suffer from the latter. Everyday, without understanding as to why my condition never improved, I started to hate those around me in school. Everyone was my enemy, everyone was the reason for what I'm going through. I hated them, hated them to my guts, their so called perfect societies sickens me. I even started to become a racist of my own race...tortured mentally day by day, I hated my own race to the fact that they are so proud of themselves, they think they have everything, just because I'm like a handicapped person, they chose to abandon me. Very well, the next time I see them suffer is the next time I will laugh back into their faces. So you are intellectually smarter than I am, so you can fluently speak all the dialects, nevertheless one day, when I have the power to pull the trigger, that's the day you will regret it. All this madness once in a while made me wonder as I stare into blank space...does it all really matter? Yes, I pondered on suicide a few times before, but I knew I just couldn't. Not because I'm a coward, but because if I choose to die it would be for another person. Perhaps my family should they need it or perhaps a certain someone worth dying for. That was my resolve, until I outlive my purpose, I was never going to choose the easier way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just that one year alone. Maybe given another year in that class, I might have cracked and perhaps started chopping everyone up around me...but lucky for them...I was demoted due to my grades. Finally, I can get away from those snobbish bastards, and perhaps start anew. So things started looking up that year. The people here were friendlier. At the very least I had some sense of belonging with that group. It was as if I found my very own paradise after a year of mental torture. But nonetheless, the phycological damage was done already. I was still suffering from IBS and I still feel suspicious of my new friends. Like a caged animal, I just couldn't get myself to live normally around the people that I cared or cared for me. I preferred being by myself, feeling that I could trust no one but myself. Even when I tried to change, it was difficult, and IBS made it worse. As a result, I always rejected any invitations out to any gatherings, knowing how I would suffer from it. Even if I did go out with them, I would eventually start losing my strength and feel tired as well as suffering from IBS. Simply said, my mental status has already corrupted my body to the point I just can't lead a normal social life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when I was 17, now 6 years on, I'm currently studying in college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IBS status: &lt;br /&gt;Still remains the same although I have tried getting some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship status: &lt;br /&gt;Null, I do not know if this was affected by my experience, but I just can't look into a girl's eyes. In other words, I'm probably never going to know one well enough to have one in a relationship...just so you know, I'm not gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship status:&lt;br /&gt;Can be counted with 2 hands or maybe slightly more, with 95-99% being guys due to what I have stated above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social outings status:&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, perhaps to a movie but half the time I decline because I feel sick due to IBS. Not that I do not want to go out with them, just that I can't. Hope this clears things up among my friends who doubted my sincerity. Went clubbing for the first time last week, and didn't really enjoyed it. Too loud and too smoky, tired physically due to my mental stress affecting me but I tried to stay as long as possible. Probably won't go again. But my thanks to my friends as it was a new experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this, I will start with thanking my friends right now for staying by my side these past few years and helping me through my ups and down. I really appreciate them, they help me overcome my hatred and fears although I wished I could find the ultimate cure to my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kong Yue Meng: Thanks for being with me for the whole year when we were in matric. I doubt I could have pulled through without you although our personalities were complete opposites, we were still best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Leong: Thank you for all your time in helping me with your assignments as well as the time we spent together discussing about studies and computer/console gaming. I would have had my stress level elevated to a point of killing myself if it weren't for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas: Thanks for being there when I needed advice, you were also a great motivator especially with me being who I am when I was in your project group. You are definitely a born leader if you choose to have that role in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dixon: Although I do not share as much experience with you, I always have a great time with you when we are in college. How I wished I had half your intelligence. Although you were quite smart at least you were humble. So thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choo: Although our time together is mostly spent on leisure activities, its always great to have you around. You were also very helpful to me when I did not understand some parts of a subject. You are always trying to help others around you which make you a great person. And my thanks for all the time you taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: You are probably the first girl to ever actually tried to talk to me, most would probably never even have a second glance at me. You are a very understanding person, kind and sensitive. I remember once when I was by myself during lunch and you notice me being quiet in the group, you decided to try talking to me, I was touched when I realised what you were trying to do. As we got to know each other better, you trusted me as I trusted you when we talk about our daily and past lives. You were also there for me when I was down, like when I was depressed or when my cat passed away. Ha ha you are probably the first one to understand how I was like. I thank you as I really appreciate what you have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Ng: Truth be told, without you around, my life in college would start to get boring. Although I may be weird around you, its just because I find you to be like a very close friend to me since Yue Meng left college. I can joke nonsense and we all can laugh about it...ok maybe not all the time. We share the same interests, consult one another during assignments, enjoy ourselves in leisure activities like board games and sports like ping pong or basketball although its been a while. Since half my friends were already graduating at least I won't feel lonely as long as you are around. So my thanks to you for being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Ee: Ha ha, you are probably one of my more unique friends I have around. Although we discuss very little about our studies but when it comes to entertainment, you are probably the one to talk to. We talk about animes, our strategies on an online game, at least we are never bored. Although its a bit difficult to get in touch with you outside college, but its always fun being with you in college. Although I introduced Ping Pong to you, you quickly mastered it and beat me at it easily. Although I envy your looks and the number of girls you seem to know...but you are still a great friend to have. So thank you for all the time we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again I wish to say that I really appreciate for everything you all have done for me. Recently I also started to get to know more friends from a different course(Shyuing and gang as well as PK), although I do not remember all of them or know them very well, I hope to be able to be great friends with them. I just hope that I have been good enough to be worthy of being a friend to all of those I mentioned :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kevin Tan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Although the dedication part may seem like a suicide note...well its not...well not anytime soon anyway lol, I still got many unfinished things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-111626711889628225?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111626711889628225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=111626711889628225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111626711889628225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111626711889628225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-me-myself-lone-ranger.html' title='I, me, myself the lone ranger...'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-111541182349582170</id><published>2005-05-07T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T04:51:17.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a bunch of Good Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I still remember few years back... when i was in HMC.. i get to know this bunch of nerdy fellas in my IT class.. The only 2 person who dare to talk to me is Ping Wei and Joe Ee.. The rest just look more like "i scare them away" as im a cheerful bubbly girl and they are just as quiet as students studying in the library...[thats my opinion]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a year later i get to know them more...during my diploma, 1st year... it happens that im in the same group with them in one of my subject's assignment. 1 thought im just like other girls..sitting there doing nothing waiting for the guyz to do the work [but im not!] and i proof it to them im not! The other one thought im some kind of food-conquerer...haha keep complaining me goin to finish up the food in his house.. Lol =P [u know who u are]&lt;br /&gt;When im approaching to 2nd assignment. We've been splitted up into different groups. I was in the same group with the guy who mumbles alot..Lol [whoops..hehe] there were misunderstandings between us..and we have gone tru some bad times thru-out the year..&lt;br /&gt;This misunderstanding did not only influence 2 of us but also another fren of us in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however when time goes on.. mid term is here.. misunderstandings still going on.. but in order to proof one of the guyz that im capable! hehe ... i beat few of them in my data communication subject! This once again proven that im not a typical lazy girl who depends on MAN! haha.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our semesters passing by, the group is getting bigger as they knew more frens.. Kevin and Dixon and Choo joined in the group! Im getting closer with one of them..and because he has no temper, he is quiet... everyone thought i bullied this fella... it happens from time to time that everyone tot i have been bullying this guy all the time..without knowing what is happening behind..rumours running around...impression getting worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without knowing whats happening behind, but i always felt that something goin wrong with this people around me... i tried asking this close fren of mine what is happening..and he refuse to tell..until one day i couldnt stand it, i force him to tell me whats goin on.. Eventually he told me whole story and i juz cant stop my tears from flowing down onto my cheek.. It was such a hurtful day for me knowing all this was happening all the time..and im the only one not knowing it. Everyone did not like me.. and i was that horrible to them.. i think some of them still having the same thought...all the while, i was trying to help them, talk to them, trying to get closer n knowing their interest n all..i did tried my best but it just cant help much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, last year, i have to come over here to london...i was facing some problems here and no one can talk to me with my problems.. i went to them.. i realize some actually came and talk to me too.. as time goes by.. we did keep in touch and chat most of the time..in fact we are getting closer with each other.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;until few weeks back, they were having a little misunderstanding.. i tried helping them by letting them compromise together in a chatroom.. i know someone must be very angry at me as he trust me by telling me this but indeed i invited him into the big chatroom to let them compromise.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thus, after the chat ended, i message him and ask if he did angry at me, suprisingly he said at first he did but he later on , not!.. maybe he get my meaning of trying to get them back together and solve the misunderstanding. i know there are few whom arent close with me..but having few of you as my good friends are more than enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was so touch that they did change a little of their mind towards me.. throughout the years... at last they know what i did wasnt something really wrong... in fact im very concern about them from time to time.. i didnt mean to praise myself here but my point is to express my gratitude to have a bunch of "monkey" friendz like them.. i know they care about me too.. =) Missing this "38-ness" girl to go back kl?? hehe...i cant wait to meet u all too! misSs u aLL heapSss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks for being there listening to me when im down... *hugZ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Alwayz,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-eLaine da piGGie^-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-111541182349582170?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111541182349582170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=111541182349582170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111541182349582170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111541182349582170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-bunch-of-good-friends.html' title='I have a bunch of Good Friends...'/><author><name>-lemonzing3r*-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/work.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-111323164984368259</id><published>2005-04-11T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:00:49.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My future...</title><content type='html'>Oh well its been a while since any members of the monkey gang posted up so I thought of just posting something that has been in my mind all these time...ok lets do a short intro about myself GTO style(For those who love manga/anime).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am GDK, Great Dreamer Kevin! Aged 23 years old, and still single!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to cut things short, I do not consider myself a dreamer for nothing. I have been in a constant daze ever since I was in my teens. This is pretty much self explainatory in my other blogs like Chronicles of the Single Dude. My kind of dreaming is not the kind that benefits you, you know like having the dream of building the first space hotel, or discovering a new animal species...basically a dream of accomplishing something in life. No...my dream is the self destructive type...Why have this kind of dream? Well, I dunno...it just happens...you see, I like to imagine about things whenever I am. Whether I'm in class, home, eating, watching a movie, etc...I tend to at the very least slightly steer away from reality. I tried making some good use of this by drawing or writing, but it just never materializes. Sure I can write some creative short stories, but just can get it long enough to be a novel. Tend to lose my interest or concentration when I try lol. The great thing about this is that for a while, I can escape the boundaries of reality by indulging myself in another dimension even if its only a few seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now this of course doesn't really help with my studies unless I'm into creative writing which unfortunately I'm not at the moment. I'm however into something more technical, or logical or so to speak...I'm currently taking up Information Technology, a course which somehow just doesn't seem right for me. Well like it or not, I'm already half way through the course, so I'll just have finish it at the very least. Now currently my weakest point is in programming related subjects, anything to do with them, its like dumping my into a sea infested flesh eating shark. The reason I took this course was something I believe now to be childish I guess...I wanted to design computer games...well...I like playing them...maybe should have taken journalism or something I'm at the very least capable of doing lol. At the moment, my course would most likely only produce programmers...since its mostly about programming anyway...but after a while into the course, I decided the only way for me to survive is probably to be a consultant. Less programming, more supervising lol. I always like presentations, it always gives me the chill whenever I try one. Although in general I'm kinda shy when it comes to personal interaction, but when it comes to reaching out to a crowd, I often try my very best. Though I still have not entirely cured my minor fear of girls lol. One day, a good friend of mine suggested that perhaps one day I could work for him as a consultant of a sort, which pretty much gave me some inspiration and some thought about it. Even if I fail as a programmer, then perhaps as a consultant instead once I'm able to regardless of where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although my initial dream has been pretty much crushed...a new one has shown up right at my doorstep. The only thing I can do now is to hope and work into achieving that dream. Ha ha, its kinda funny when you see how I switched from one topic to relate with another, didn't even realise until up to this point. Anyway, my next blog would probably be about the things I like such as anime and stuff lol. Unless I have more life stories to share. See ya. Blog out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kevin aka Monkey 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-111323164984368259?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/111323164984368259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=111323164984368259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111323164984368259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/111323164984368259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-future.html' title='My future...'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110904613515253067</id><published>2005-02-22T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T12:22:38.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LonDon doeS snoW!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i was writing my bLog happiLy and out of a sudden..my whole laptop hangS..all gone..and now i gotto re-write again..Grrrr =.= anyway..it was an amazing nite in london for me..every1 was saying that london will havE not much chancEs of snowinG as the localS said the last time they see snow was how many yearS ago..but today with the existancE of LemoN in London..it snow! wahahaha.. at last! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;last nite yoke mei was calling me inform mE that Barking is snowing..and i try to look out of my window.."no snow lar.." and this afternoon, she called again emphasizing that Barking is snowing again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*rinG rinG*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Elaine: hello.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;YokeMei: It's snowing!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Elaine: ur place snowing whats the matter with mE... no snow here lar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;yokeMei: wahhaahah..got snow lar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Elaine: i know but not my pLace wat..gotto go class now..chat later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;yokeMei: alrights..see ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There goeS mE and jO' went down..the 1st step we came out of ClareHouse..Heavy Rain..and i was like..shit..isnt this unlucky? suddenly such a heavy rainfall.. then i heard..jO' was screaming and jumpinG around.."IT's SNOWING!" im still bluR..and couldnt believe it..i told her, "no,its not snow..its painful..they are hailstone izzit? then we were laughing..jO said no, its not..is snowing.. i was asking her to run to the class coz the snow is like rocks.. haha..small little rockz that melt..lolz.. jakun betul.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after class i was rushing back to prepare for work at 5pm.. mum saw snow again..she went down happily while i was trying to lock my room door. onCe i get down..the snow stop..weird rite..however, onCe we step out, again it has a light snow fall.. i took a pic for mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Later at nite, there was a heavy snow fall..that was during peak hourS at king's (my workplace) while mum was having fun enjoying the snow excitingly with jeSs. Jess took some pictureS for her out there while she was playing with those snow.. See how happy she was!!! haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/DSC01357.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;on the other hand, i was so busy frying chipS, preparing those food for deliverieS and stuff.. T.T *sob* onCe the peaK hourS were oveR, i rush out to snap some shots from my phone camera (my digicam is with mum)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/Image202.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately something happened today! while i was enjoyinG my LemonChicken meal for dinner! the group of idiotZ was throwing snow ballS out there..and they were throwing it at our gLass door..suddenly one of them open the door and straight away shoot at me! my noSe got hit by those hugE snowball..it was so painful..my tears were rolling down..nosE was numb for a little while..water keep flowinG down from my noSe, lucky enuf not blood.. after some time, i gotto fry some chips, i realize that the snowball was about tennis ball that huge..this is already half melted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/Image204.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; LemonChicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dinneR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/Image200.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy called Jess and tell her about it, and she ask ivy to call the police or inform their parents.. coz their parents are very close with Jess.. thesE kids arent playful, they are juz finding troubleS.. there was oncE they throw the whole canned food into the shop.. sometimes they buy fish and chips and they throw it into the shop, causing troubleS and u gotto clean it.. Jo' got thrown by chipS the other day, and that was small matter.. so unlucky..my turn was today and not chipS!!! snowball!!!!! [faCe probLem i guEss] @.@" horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i noticEd somethin while taking bus today.. as winter comeS, all trees are dried up..left branches and tree trunks around.. however, this tree was cute.. it looks as though snow are fell on top of the trunkS..but actually they are the leaveS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/Image199.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110904613515253067?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110904613515253067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110904613515253067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110904613515253067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110904613515253067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/london-does-snow.html' title='LonDon doeS snoW!!!!!'/><author><name>-lemonzing3r*-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/work.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110852279831180392</id><published>2005-02-16T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T00:49:11.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Val3ntin3s $tory</title><content type='html'>One thing's for sure...I could never really afford this night if I didn't take some of my ang pow money =.=. Total of almost 200 bucks spent and all I did was movie + dinner....totally forgotten about dinner's gov+service tax which was an additional 20 bucks. Only prepared RM120 for dinner, but spent extra 30...including drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the night wasn't really eventful...the only difference compared to other movie/dinner nights was the flower...1 little miserable flower...blame me...I can't afford the big ones yet. Couldn't really do much also...she came to the movie after her classes and had to go back early to do assignment...huge bummer. Got a polaroid picture taken in the restaurant also, which was in the package..."one complimentary photo taking per couple" it said. Feared that my picture wouldn't come out nice...coz they have never been for the past few years...but it turned out very nice...she looked great...oh crap...forgot to tell her that...argh~!! I don't dare to display the picture in my room yet =P...so I'm hiding it in front of my computer....and its polaroid...can't show it to your guys here =D going to try scanning the picture later...hope that it works. And I somehow spent 2 hours in that restaurant...mostly talking of coz...what the heck did I talk about for 2 hours? At least dinner was quite worth it....it was tasty and I was so full that I couldn't eat much the next day...even at dinner =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys watched Constantine? Damn nice show...action is different a bit here...mostly prayers...haha. But nevertheless...damn nice Keanu Reeves movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next time around I got a reason to do something nicer....something closer....Leong also said that I should have made my move on Valentines...aih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*UPDATE - just wanted to add the picture =P took this picture with Thomas's digicam from the polaroid picture taken in the restaurant...hard to see...but can la =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v711/bishamoten/DVC00204.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Monk3y Bo$$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110852279831180392?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110852279831180392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110852279831180392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110852279831180392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110852279831180392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-val3ntin3s-tory.html' title='My Val3ntin3s $tory'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110834133707760573</id><published>2005-02-14T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T08:35:37.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday: feB 13th, 2005 CNY parade @ London</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weEee..at last.. there is somwthing happenin here! juz bcoz CNY falls on a weekday, there is no speciaL celebration for it..however, during the weekend, on sunday..which is among all ppl's family.. there is a special event held at Trafalgar sQuare. Chinese stage performancEs like Dragon dancers, Chinese Tenor Yu Qiang Dai, Peking Opera, Yellow Earth Theatre, Acrobats, Chinese Ballet and martial arts demonstrations.. are held on this stage at trafalgar sQuare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/trafalgarCNY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see all the red lanternS and people crowding over here to enjoy the event.. there were soOo many people around..even "mat salleh" or some ppl call them "ang mo" which refers to the local whites are there to celebrate with everyone eLse.. There were also two fireworks displays in Leicester Square and a whole host of stalls selling everything from great grub to paper dragons in Chinatown. The fireworks displays are during day time.. =.=" swt.. eventhough we couldnt see much of the colourful fireworks but at least we saw firecrackers! those red ones hanging and very loud ones..we can hear em! lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, mum, waisoon and jolyne; 4 of us went down there to enjoy the crowd as well.. hehe.. at least this is our 1st experience for chinese new year here in london.. and guess what.. haha we bought a pair of rooster n hen! they are selling for 1 pound each.. we saw almost everyone is holding them! some even came to ask us, where to get those rooster and hens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/chicken.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, that'S jolyne and minE.. hehe^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/waisoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to forget waiSoon took a picture with it too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were so many lion dance troupE around chinatown visiting all the chinese shopS and restaurants "chai qing" or in cantonese "choi cheng".. i dunno how to explain in english but it means properous and good luck.. they get the cabbage together with the ang pow.. and chew it..and throw it in front of the shop..representing good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/orangelion4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/orangelion3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/orangelion2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/orangelion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the oranGe lion from Shaolin Association of London.. (saw 'em right after we had our tea time at a chinese cafe shop..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/lion1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/silverlion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Silver Lion from another troupe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/redlion2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/redlion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fierce Black&amp;Red Lion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/greenlion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Green Lions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they perform from day to nite.. goin from one to another shopS in chinatown..eventhough they might not perform as good as the msians' one but it has been really great to see all this happening parade having around chinatown.. there are even stalls selling chinese food..along the street in china town..the environment and all are excellent.. everyone gathering at one place celebrating it..at least in KL, during chinese new year..it's quiet..coz everyone seem to go back to their hometown.. as u can see.. this is part of the street of chinatown london..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/street2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/street.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least..i bring mum to those chinese supermarkets.. i bought chinese new year cookies.. i know in kL i would have 1 tub..but i juz miss them so much.. i bought peanut cookies and another one..they call it potato cookies.. but to me is "shue fen cookies" hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/cnycookies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummiEEee...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110834133707760573?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110834133707760573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110834133707760573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110834133707760573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110834133707760573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunday-feb-13th-2005-cny-parade-london.html' title='Sunday: feB 13th, 2005 CNY parade @ London'/><author><name>-lemonzing3r*-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/work.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110804524430787110</id><published>2005-02-10T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:25:33.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love for animes</title><content type='html'>By the way, I'm a hoe...and its actually quite accurate...oh well...but seems like the picture is not available. Compatible to the toilet paper and toe nail...strange...Those who don't know, a hoe is something like...uh...you know...the thing they use to manually um...dig?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="500"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anyways, my love for animes started a couple of years ago with the introduction of my first anime(A japanese term for cartoon) with Outlaw Star, it was fast, furious and funny. Since then my collection started to grow followed by my second anime, Evangelion. Pretty weird ending if you ask me. Nowadays, I just download gigabyte upon gigabyte of animes into my hard disk, the best part is I recently just lost over 15GB of animes lol. I don't think I can recover all of them though...should have burnt them when I had the chance...sigh...anyway, what attracts me to anime is the fact that it is a cartoon with a story. I like to watch movies, but how often do these things come? Plus animes have a wide range of choices. So far, I have a liking for comedies or action oriented as it would to me in movies. With animes, anything is possible so thus making it more flexible compared to a movie. Also the hours from animes is much longer compared to real life movies. So when I'm bored I can just waste my time away with animes. Sometimes I just don't get enough of it lol. As for real life movie, I just seen Constatine, and I found it pretty good. Always like stories revolving around Gods and angels/demons. Though I was hoping that "Lu"(Guess which angel this is) was more fearsome looking lol. Pretty cool movie anyways. Oh well thats enough nonsense for now, so see you guys around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Monkey 1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110804524430787110?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110804524430787110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110804524430787110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110804524430787110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110804524430787110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-love-for-animes.html' title='My love for animes'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110800107758920877</id><published>2005-02-10T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T10:04:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gonG hei fatt choi!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if im in kL, im surE i'll bE enjoyinG and havinG lotSa fun arounD... goin frenS pLace.. pLanning which houSe to go..wHat timE gatherinG..traveLing.. unfortunately, thiS year celebrating chinEse nEw yeaR in London..where the only happeninG pLace is Chinatown.. nothinG much happen..everyonE goEs to worK as usuaL, no fiReworKs, no lanternS everywhEre.. soOoo siLent.. and i'vE gotto worK.. haD a smaLL reunioN dinneR with mum, joLyne and waiSoon last nite..after work. we brouGht back somE foOd..i brought a quarteR of aromatiC crispy duck and joLyne got crispy chilli chicken and honeY pepper spare ribS..got 2 ang powS in advancE, one is from dad and one is from uncle boEy. Mum gave me last nite.. and jEss(my lady boSS) gave me juz noW..as "hoi gong lai si" which means start work ang pow.. hehe.. heard my dad said my "pak leong" aunt gavE me an angpow..dad is keeping it for me..hehe.. ^^v got 1 from siewmenG's mum as well..hehe.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/DSC01310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is how china town look like... chinese new year decoration..took it with mum. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and this is my current work pLace.. the chinese take away..hehe.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/Image189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/Image188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/Image190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and thiS is mE... hehe.. durinG work.. =p going homE soOon.. ^^v &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cLasses started this week.. monday was full day cLass.. from 11am to 1pm, lunch break then 2pm to 3.30pm and 3.30 to 5pm.. tireD-nya..last semester's resuLt will officially bE out next week..siGh.. nervouS, and preSSure.. today went for half day class.. from 9.30am to 11am lecture then 11am to 1pm tutorial..for the subject: programming methodologieS.. my turn to diE on jaVa... will be learning OOP (Object Oriented Programming) as well.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img width="300" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/myFirstJava.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see... my 1st cLass.. 1st tutoriaL question..! wahaha.. took a screenshot of what i did this morning.. usinG Jbuilder3...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well i juz got back from work.. very very very tireD.. gotto get somE rest now.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;`piGGie^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2:02am uk time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110800107758920877?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110800107758920877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110800107758920877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110800107758920877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110800107758920877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/gong-hei-fatt-choi.html' title='gonG hei fatt choi!!!!'/><author><name>-lemonzing3r*-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/work.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110786528663151142</id><published>2005-02-08T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:59:53.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not kiddin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="500"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;You are a sock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/vvnea" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are a cozy, fuzzy, warm-hearted person. A lot of your friends describe you as a hopeless romantic. You fall for the opposite sex very easily. But be careful, because usually you don't know what you are getting into, and because you are very sensitive, you can get hurt... especially in early relationships. Also, don't exclude the cold-hearted from your "want-list", because they just might be looking for a kind person to warm up their heart.... or a sock to warm up their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most compatible with: &lt;a href="http://www.boomspeed.com/dollzheaven2/toothpaste.html"&gt;Toilet Paper&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boomspeed.com/dollzheaven2/quiz1.html"&gt;Click here -- What Random Object Represents Your Inner Self?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey...compatible to toilet paper (piggie) :P...but for some reason I can't see the picture... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Monk3y Bo$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110786528663151142?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110786528663151142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110786528663151142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110786528663151142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110786528663151142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-not-kiddin.html' title='I&apos;m not kiddin...'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110779955878356665</id><published>2005-02-08T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T04:33:34.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iM a toiLet papEr...? O.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;i saw thiS from my fren'S bLog.. giving it a try..and i got this for mySelf..where she is a drumstick.. and mE.... toiLet papEr? O.o" lolz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;You Are a Toilet Paper.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/toilet-paper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;You are used and taken advantage of by a lot of people, including your friends. They make you be the one to clean up their messes in their life. But the only reason that this happens is because of your kindness and commitment. These are the qualities most members of the opposite sex look for, which makes you hot. Yes, toilet paper is hot. But be careful that your lover doesn't use you to their advantage, and be sure that they are not seeking too much control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Remember: Toilet paper is used by many, but is most often considered valuable when it is not there in time of need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Most compatible with: &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;SockZ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;What are yoU? &lt;a href="http://www.boomspeed.com/dollzheaven2/quiz1.html"&gt;Try yourSelf here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110779955878356665?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110779955878356665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110779955878356665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110779955878356665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110779955878356665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-toilet-paper-oo.html' title='iM a toiLet papEr...? O.o'/><author><name>-lemonzing3r*-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/work.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110726992681980228</id><published>2005-02-01T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T22:58:46.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d@ reBorN of ClareHouse, 233A!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;re-deCorate mY nEw rOoM after all the haSsLe... weLcome to thE reborN of 233a..muaHahaha.. taDaaaaaaa~ deng deng denG deeengGgg.. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/shelf1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;increasinG my coLLectionZ.. lol [take note..some of the bookS there beLongS to the LibrarY..not minE XD] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/shelf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;moRe coLLectionZ of minE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/desk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;morE fooD on the left siDe.. and bottom of the tabLe..storaGe..lolz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/board.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A changE of the waLLpapeR..and my noticE boarD's titLe..addEd a carDboarD behinD my titlE..and photoS havE beeN re-arranGeD.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/rightside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pHotoS and notiCes and deCo haD beeN re-pinneD and re-arranGed..outDateD noticEs were throwN out.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/toyz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;morE coLLectioN of my toyZzz.. lolz Left to Right: totorO (from mum &amp; sis), pOrkChop (mum), mowbraY (joLyne), beanniE cat (alex &amp;amp; Lynn), JameS p. suLLivaN (monster inc. [bought from disneyStore]), whitE kitty (aristocat [bought from disneyStore]), wahaha..mY bouncY roundY brown poLka dotZ piGGie baLL (siewMeng) and last but not leaSt, my xmaS StitcH (Disney Store). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`piGGiEe^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posteD on 1st Feb 2005; 14:58 uK timE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110726992681980228?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110726992681980228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110726992681980228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110726992681980228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110726992681980228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/d-reborn-of-clarehouse-233a.html' title='d@ reBorN of ClareHouse, 233A!'/><author><name>-lemonzing3r*-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/work.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110721465580703518</id><published>2005-02-01T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T07:38:54.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heLo..finaLLy im here agaiN...^^ [moRe from zuricH]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;at last the accomodation has been 1/2 settled.. i'll be continuing my stay in uni campus as i couldnt find any suitable ones during the weekends.. i got no where to go..but stay here.. this mornin 9am went to residential services' office and talk to the people there.. at 1st she doesnt let me stay, coz the dateline to appeal back the accomodation was january 14th and i didnt do it. I explain to her, the problem is not me, that landlord.. i didnt know that he did this to me until last friday.. how would i be able to cancel my termination? and im an international student, i got no where to go and doesnt even have a family here.. and i wouldnt want this to happen as well..i've trying hard to find a suitable and comfortable place to move out by sunday 6pm..but so far all that i've seen are messy and dirty.. the landlords dont even care about how the houses are.. horrible mess..there is one i went to see early in the mornin, the ceiling paint was crack, torn apart, the wardrobe door was broke, carpets are patch up with 3 different patterns.. plugs are doggy and break half.. the living room look as though those kowloon motel.. but those motel were even better man.. kitchen is..gosh u wouldnt want me to say it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my contract is extended till June 13th. Which means end of the semester..the problem is juz my mum.. she gotto stay with me here in the room illegaly.. we might gotto get a single mattress.. then she'll sleep on my bed..and i will sleep on the floor.. otherwise she needa stay alone outside..which worries me more.. eventhough i knw she is an independant lady who doesnt need much of my care.. but still.. worry... coz she is my mum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a brief lil info bout the city.. &lt;strong&gt;Zurich&lt;/strong&gt;, which is also called Downtown Switzerland is located at the centre of the Zurich canton, on Switzerland’s central plain, with the elevation rising towards the south and the Alps. Positioned at the northern tip of the Zürichsee (Lake Zurich), lakeside promenades and expensive houses are prominent and can be spotted along both shores; Bahnostrasse seems to be their main commercial place..where the main rail station is located..There is a statue of Sir Alfred-Escher-Brunnen placed opposite the Rail City, next to the Tram Station named Bahnhofplatz. He was the Founder of Credit Suisse (a Swiss Bank). I'm stayin in BardenerStrasse where Inter-continental Hotel Zurich is located.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luzern&lt;/strong&gt;, or known as Lucerne is located on the edge of a sizeable lake, the Vierwaldstättersee. Spanning the River Reuss, covered a wooden &lt;strong&gt;Chapel Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;, was the oldest in Switzerland until it was destroyed by fire in 1993. It has since been reconstructed. Luzern also houses the Richard Wagner Museum and the Swiss Transport Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where as South of Luzern, near the small town of &lt;strong&gt;Engelberg&lt;/strong&gt;, the world’s first revolving cable car ascends &lt;strong&gt;Mount Titlis&lt;/strong&gt;, the highest lookout-point in central Switzerland. The magnificent views of the Alps await you from the top at 3020m / 10,000ft! have a look at theSe pictureS from my photo album..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/siewmeng2u/my_photos"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/siewmeng2u/my_photos"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/siewmeng2u/my_photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;up its not my account..i uploaded all on siewmeng's account the other day.. im kinda lazy to post it up all here.. as it will take time to load them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here's the souvenirS i bought from zurich.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/magnets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;top to bottom: Zurich City View, Swiss map with a Mount Titlis imaGe in da middle, and the last one is a cuckoo clock.. hehe.. represent swiss also ler.. famouS mar.. hehe.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/souvenirs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left to Right: Swiss Bell (forgot what does it mean, but its a keychain), Swiss Knife (local product, a keychain as well) and last but not least.. a spoon crafted Luzern's Chapel Bridge sponsored by Rolex (a souvenir from the tour that i'd follow to Mount Titlis, they brought us to Luzern when we are one the way back, for an hour leisure also asking us to collect this souvenir from a shop)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;not too bad hor, got somethin back FREE hehe.. not a bad quality stuff somemore.. hehe.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here some coinS i kept and brought back for my collection..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/coins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2Fr(CHF 2.00), 5Fr(CHF 5.00), .05Fr (5cents), 1/2Fr (50cents) and 1Fr (CHF1.00)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their 50cents is cute.. smallest, like our 5cents but it printed there 1/2Fr..lol at first when i pay the bus driver CHF50 coz i have no small change.. he gave me back some changeS.. and he was trying to explain very hard to me about the 50cent coins coz i seem to be confuse y would i get back some kind of 5cent thing..where i should get back CHF31 change.. and he was speaking erm.. i suppose either Switz or German or i dunno.. lol..foreign language.. then he said something with tips..i tot he said the rest are tips but then i was trying to fiGure out again.. what is that thing..i finally figure something, so i ask again by point the coins one by one.."this 20cents + this 20cents + and this 10cents = is this1/2Fr? 50cents? lolz.. then he was like..ahh yes yes.. (finally this stupid lady understand what i mean..lol) n then i know that is a 50cents.. lol... alamak jakun-nya..=p so pai seh (embarassing).. but then when i see snow fall.. u can never expect how over-exciting am i..lolz.. cant bLame..came out from a hot and humid country.. and yet london has no snow..i even when to figure out one by one its shape..they have different shapes.. seriously.. if u look at it carefully, each one of them haS different shapE! ~o.O~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finallY, here's one of the picturE i took at mount titLis.. lying down on the snOwww.. ^^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img width="330" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/sleep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23:32 [January 31st, 2005] of uk timE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110721465580703518?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110721465580703518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110721465580703518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110721465580703518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110721465580703518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/helofinally-im-here-again-more-from.html' title='heLo..finaLLy im here agaiN...^^ [moRe from zuricH]'/><author><name>-lemonzing3r*-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/work.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110718985251485839</id><published>2005-02-01T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T00:44:12.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of the Single Dude -OVA 2-</title><content type='html'>Ah life...the wonders of knowing people around you is a blessing, no man is ever an island...but as hard as I try there will always be an obstacle in my quest to understand the world better! Yes...it be me minor phobia of the ladies &gt;.&lt; Yes...tis' a curse I have lived my entire life...how? why? Am I destined to live a life of solitude? But I guess I should be thankful for not having the extreme cases where you actually puke looking at another girl...Mine however is the avoidance of direct contact...yes...its the essential thing that most man need to know understand and to know better of the other person...yet I have failed over and over in my quest to conquer this fear...why can't I speak nor look at another girl? Why? Why? Why? I have always believe myself to be a person who will come to the defence of a damsel in distress when there is a need, yet I'm unable to commit myself to even look at one...sigh...oh well at least I get along well with all my male counterparts, not that I'm gay or something, although it seems I only know guys from my local college...hell I barely know the names of girls who sometimes hang out with us...Hmm, maybe its my natural concept of speaking back to the girl only if they speak to me, but this is pretty much my downfall since they barely speak to me lol. Nonetheless, I...I mean K! will continue with his usual daily life of drooling and animes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110718985251485839?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110718985251485839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110718985251485839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110718985251485839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110718985251485839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/02/chronicles-of-single-dude-ova-2.html' title='Chronicles of the Single Dude -OVA 2-'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110661339492168614</id><published>2005-01-25T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T08:40:59.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wEeee~ zuriCh here i comEeee ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hey guyZ.. i wont be around from tuesday till friday.. goin to zurich [the main city of switzerland] for my vacation.. hehe.. will be posting pictureS i took when i came back.. yea.. weeboOooo~ can Seeee snoW!!! hehe.. weather forecast predicting tomolo and wednesday will be having light snow and snow shower!! but temperature is freaKing coLd.. as these few dayS would be negativE degree... Xl gonna wear few layerSssss like snowman! haha.. see ya guyZzzz... take careSsss!! *hugZ* dun miZzz mE yeaaaaaa*winKz*&lt;/span&gt; *bLekz* =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;`piGGiEe^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jan 25th, 2005 [12:35 midnite] uk time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110661339492168614?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110661339492168614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110661339492168614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110661339492168614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110661339492168614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/weeee-zurich-here-i-comeeee.html' title='wEeee~ zuriCh here i comEeee ^^'/><author><name>-lemonzing3r*-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/work.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110650778918113991</id><published>2005-01-24T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T04:06:15.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships...relationships</title><content type='html'>Remembered one thing when I was talking to Leong...Wei Tze didn't accept me for who I am...among the reasons I broke up with her. Also tried to "mold" me into some kinda perfect boyfriend for her...like I'm some playdoh. Maybe I should already stop thinking of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No banana boat theme song here...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of a person who dumps someone and "immediately" goes for someone else. Well, your answer is who I am. Already thinking of going after Ru Hui even though I haven't even found out if she already has a boyfriend. But she doesn't mind going out with me still. Yesterday went out with her for a midnight movie...Electra...dun waste your time on the movie...its like Blade Trinity, junk storyline with good action scenes =P. Wanted to ask her if she wanted to go out again with me, but I missed the line "on a date" in my sentence…nervousness got me. That’s always my problem…always too nervous to ask the right question. Also found out that she’s still wearing the pendant I gave her 2-3 years back right before the movie, at lunch. Shouldn’t mean anything rite? Except the fact that I have good taste in buying stuffs =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap…think so much about this that I forgot tomorrow assignment due date &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played around with a Yahoo! Personality and Love style test while I was uploading my assignment...this part of the report really suited me : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't give yourself enough credit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The negative voice inside your head that says you're useless or unlovable gets way too much airtime. Even if you can't cut down on the negative voice, you can turn up the volume of the inner voice that says you're liked, talented, and that your strengths outweigh your weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You notice what you're missing more than what you have. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's human nature to compare ourselves with other people. If you find you come up wanting in that equation, it's easy to become envious and resentful. Even if you can't stop these comparisons, you can shift the balance of your attention by reminding yourself of all the good things you have going for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You need motivation and direction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have tons to offer to the world, but could use a kick-start sometime to get going. Try to jump on any interests you have and run with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Monk3y Bo$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110650778918113991?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110650778918113991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110650778918113991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110650778918113991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110650778918113991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/relationshipsrelationships.html' title='Relationships...relationships'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110631570242962594</id><published>2005-01-21T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T21:55:02.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of the Single Dude -OVA 1-</title><content type='html'>*Narrator*&lt;br /&gt;Like an anime surely there will be moments when non-related stories just appears out of nowhere so...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Banana boat theme opening*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis' I! Monkey 1 and today I shall present to you the top 10 ways on how to get a gurl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Run towards the gurl and show off your animal magnetism! The more "animal" you are the better!&lt;br /&gt;9. Stare at the gurl you like! If she shows signs of fear, just continue staring!&lt;br /&gt;8. Start blabbering non-sense with her, the more confuse she gets, the better!&lt;br /&gt;7. Do like how the birds in the wild do it! Wear colourful cloths and start dancing in front of them!&lt;br /&gt;6. Just do method 10-7 concurrently! The effects will multiply even more!&lt;br /&gt;5. Send them less than decent photos of yourself through email or snail mail! The less you have the more they will know you!&lt;br /&gt;4. Suddenly appear in front of them along corridor and start doing push-ups or any form of exercise to show your masculinity!&lt;br /&gt;3. If in a class, go towards the blackboard and start writing non-sense with formulas and stuffs that do not exist, wear geeky glasses to add to the realism! This to show you have brains when you don't!&lt;br /&gt;2. Hire some dancers and perform a show in front of her, Bollywood style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the top number 1 method is....&lt;br /&gt;1. Sing to her "She Bangs!" by Ricky Martin in the rendition of William Hung! Everyone loves him! Don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Narrator*&lt;br /&gt;Take note, there is a reason why this is under Chronicles of the Single Dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110631570242962594?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110631570242962594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110631570242962594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110631570242962594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110631570242962594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/chronicles-of-single-dude-ova-1.html' title='Chronicles of the Single Dude -OVA 1-'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110615446755501085</id><published>2005-01-19T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T01:07:47.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of the Single Dude -Episode 3-</title><content type='html'>*Narrator*&lt;br /&gt;Love...what is love? Some may describe it as having an emotional attachment to another, some just unexplainable...but to our K...well...it only seems to reflect his more...less than intelligent side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Banana boat song opening*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As K was demoted that year, he had the pleasure of going back to the class where he feels mroe at home. Everyone was more accepting of him. Then there is also the girl he liked ever since Form 2. To him she seems just like a goddess for him to worship. Every moment he had with her was like a bliss. But then again maybe its because other girls hardly have contact with K. So K was always happy interacting with the girl. Although he seemed to be into her, it was however only that. So K can only dream of ever having a girlfriend in life. But to K it felt good although it seemed useless. All K can ever hope is to well...hope. But there is another twist to this...there was actually another girl that liked K since Form 2 as well, just that K was too dumb to notice until a few years later...oh how regretful it felt for K for he missed the only chance he ever had...oh well...if only he knew better of the little things she did to him then perhaps life would have been different for K and the title would have been different lol. But what's done is done and till now K has failed to obtain any information regarding the girl since leaving Form 5...what has K done with his life until the present time? Many things happened as years flew by like nothing, things of yesteryears seemed just like another day last week as K goes about his life...forever wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Narrator*&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How pathetic K was? Just like his current ambition, it is something he cannot grasp yet without realising has something else he was meant to grasp, if you get the whole story lol. Will he be forever bound to repeat the same mistakes over and over? Well most likely...till the next episode, goodbye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110615446755501085?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110615446755501085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110615446755501085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110615446755501085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110615446755501085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/chronicles-of-single-dude-episode-3.html' title='Chronicles of the Single Dude -Episode 3-'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110610041704748311</id><published>2005-01-19T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T10:11:59.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piGGie^z nEw diSney coLLEction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;wEnt to diSney storE this afternoon.. Waahhaa.. my paradiSe.. Disney Store..Look how they decoraTe for Valentine'S Special... ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/disneyStore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BonD sTreet: Disney StoRe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i think i'd shop in it for about...erm....1..2..3..4..5.........10....Wow! 45minS hahaha... i'vE got mySelf some stuff as well... =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/doll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mY nEw coLLectiOnz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i lovE caTz! that miaO is sOo cute! with pinK ribbon on it...hehe.. but i dunno whiCh cartoOn does it from...bLek=P but the other 1 definiteLy u'LL know! is JameS p. suLLivan! from monSter inC. weeee... it'S a mini verSion! i wanted to get Mike MazowsKi as well..the greeN baLL with 1 eye! but they dun havE it there.. T.T oh weLL.. hehe.. another collection of minE!!! wEeeee~ ^^v &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;as uSuaL, went back and had a showeR..n eat my chinesE pastry [from chinatowN]..hehe.. =P as dinner.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110610041704748311?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110610041704748311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110610041704748311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110610041704748311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110610041704748311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/piggiez-new-disney-collection.html' title='piGGie^z nEw diSney coLLEction'/><author><name>-lemonzing3r*-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/work.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110590108833512023</id><published>2005-01-17T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T02:45:40.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single again....</title><content type='html'>Oh yea...Monkey 1's gonna freak out (in joy) when he hears this. Just broke up with my girl about 24 hours ago...while playing RO =P. Things just didn't work out between us...ever since we were together...what she said and what she did...just didn't go along. Its like she wasn't listening to what I've been saying...or what she herself says. Want to take things slow....that's what she initially wanted...but now she's complaining about me going "too slow". But my reason to split wasn't because of her...I just feel like things wouldn't work out between us. Those nightmares I've been having...got worse and worse. I've been having like flashbacks on my past relationships...all worked out better than what me and my girl had. Maybe she's just not my type after all. I only could sleep well after I went out with Ru Hui again...yea, she's back. She's back and she's looking better and better...well, actually she still looks the same =D. I could talk to her, Kevin and even Joe Ee better than my now ex-girl. Communication with them were less intimate (of coz) but also....somehow..."unexplainably" better. I tried to get back the relationship I had back into shape...but I find myself avoiding her...the whole week. Oh well, probably this is how relationships are. Tomorrow she want's to try to talk about it...pretty useless considering that I already made up my mind last week...she's also not the type to convince me that there's anything in our relationship worth saving...oh well...gonna get those ichiban calls again...sad, sad case :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Monk3y Bo$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110590108833512023?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110590108833512023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110590108833512023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110590108833512023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110590108833512023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/single-again.html' title='Single again....'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110589202074208623</id><published>2005-01-16T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:15:02.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of the Single Dude -Episode 2-</title><content type='html'>*Narrator*&lt;br /&gt;Wah ha ha, "life's a bitch" as some would say, and seems so true for our K. What has he done next? Lets check it out then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Banana boat theme song intro*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year was a year of rest it seems, after all everyone seems to call it the honeymoon year. It was also the year the Commonwealth games were held here for the first time in Malaysia, so towards the end of the year the class was mostly empty as most of the students took part in the event. Having friends were always an issue to K, no matter where he go, he would often just stick by himself unless he someone approach him. Although this time around the faces were but familiar one, K thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad....or so he thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time of his life, he was introduced to the world of where only the strongest survive, in other words he was pretty much an outcast. Being placed in the first class of the Science stream seems to have made his peers more snobbish than your average person. Ranking among the last in the class, K only enforced the idea that he was not acceptable among once his close friends. At first it only started with something simple like being ignored and all but eventually got worse when he was not even able to partake in class activities and is often shoved to the side wondering what he did wrong to deserve this. The only true friend he had seems to be the only one that annoys him the most. Ranking pretty much the same as K was, his friend always had a tendency to get on K's nerve but at the same time is the only person he was able to speak to since they share the same interests and ideas. Such a bittersweet relationship it was but nevertheless K appreciated what he had. This went on throughout his Form 4 life until he was finally demoted to the second class in Form 5. But what might seem as a regretable thing for most seems more like a blessing for K as he was more accepted in this class. Not to mention that his first crush since the early years he had was also in the same class. So it was like hitting 2 birds with 1 stone. To be accepted and to be with a person he likes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Narrator*&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now, tune in next time for more adventures of K the single dude and see how he fares with the one girl that he had a crush on for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A figurine I won at a local event but did not voluntarily wanted to participate in lol. Was standing around when the host called me and my frined up onto the stage for a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Monkey 1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110589202074208623?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110589202074208623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110589202074208623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110589202074208623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110589202074208623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/chronicles-of-single-dude-episode-2.html' title='Chronicles of the Single Dude -Episode 2-'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110572031236118052</id><published>2005-01-14T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T00:32:25.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of the Single Dude -Episode 1-</title><content type='html'>Oh well since I got nothing much to say, so might as well start a story about...er...this "guy" I know who seem to have no luck with the ladies...or is it? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Banana boat theme song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in the year 1982, a baby boy was brought into this world...ok fast forward 16 years later! *Ahem* The year was 1998 and this boy...ok let's call him "K" was still in a happy place because of the fact that he had 6/7 A's for his exams which was quite rare for him considering he never gotten more than 2 in his life, but little did he know...*Chilling sound effects*...it was the year that would change him forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Narrator*&lt;br /&gt;Ok, basically that year, K had to move from his tranquil home in Kuching, Sarawak back to his hometown which was Kuala Lumpur. He also went back to his same old school...ok back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he first stepped into the school, everything seemed so alright considering he was here before. But things didn't really go well for this chap. On the first day itself he had to foolishly provoke one of the most unforgiving teachers he has ever known. This was how it happened, K was asked to introduce himself to the class, but since half of them already knew him, he thought he could play a fool around a little...unfortunately the joke just backfired...and burn he did...he was always picked by the teacher ever since...until she transfered!*Phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things didn't exactly improve since as K slowly got into more trouble whether he liked it or not. So stay tuned for the next short episode of Chronicles of the Single Dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Monkey 1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110572031236118052?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110572031236118052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110572031236118052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110572031236118052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110572031236118052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/chronicles-of-single-dude-episode-1.html' title='Chronicles of the Single Dude -Episode 1-'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110567237752052627</id><published>2005-01-14T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T11:13:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdoor Skating!!! Weeee!!! </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jan 13th -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;su ling'S bday!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i was invited to go out with 'em.. hehe.. she was my 3D classmate, and also bonnie'S childhood friends.. bonniE had planned some surprises for her.. we went Greenwich for outdoor icE skatinG.. bonniE drive uS there..we went tru North woolwich road, and get the free ferry acroSs to greenwich. Not uS went into the ferry..is the whole car.. hehe..^^ cooL.. 1st time.. sit in the car... ^^ *jakun-ler* kakaka.. we were telling su-Ling that we are driving to dover, and from there heading to France..lol XD. Tonite was so freaking cold.. we were 15mins late.. coz our bookin is 6.30pm and we suppose to reach there by 6.10pm. luckily the lady said we can extend our time to next round since its not busy... which is 7.45pm. Off we went to Marks and Spencer get some snack coz every1 is hungry.. hehe..whiLe walking back to the skating rinK, we passed by University of Greenwich. It's so hugE!!! quite nicE.. nicE architecture buildingS.. ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/skatingrink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;that's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;open air (outdoor) skating rink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we went.. hehe.. we have about 1 hour limit to skate.. and there goeS my skating shoEeee.. a lil different from KL's skating shoEe..at 1st i tot it would be better..coz it lookS cooL!!! look like iCe hockey onE..hehe ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/skatinshoe.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;however..the 1st step i walk into the rinK... i realize that it's a lousy shoEeee..it has no breakS in front!!! gosh!! at least kL's wan still have!! slowly balancinG myself and get usE to it 1st...hehe..and then weEeeeeee~ ^^v &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/meSkatin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That'S me..taken from my phone.. inSide the rinK.. kekeke.. =p They're quite slow coz they're new to it.. su-ling's 1st time skating..hehe.. bonnie and monica have not been skating for quite few yearSss ago..suLing's bf is learning fast though.. not to bad.. but still they are waiting for each other..whilE im off skating few roundSs hehee.. =p they went out after 2nd round..left me alone there..so i skate for 1 last round and we head to the restaurant.. Lotus, a restaurant which is on a ship... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/dinnerLotus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OuR deLiciouS meaL!!! prawn, beef, pork, vege, squiD, etc.. hehe ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/4ofus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Left to Right: mE, boNniE, moNica and Joey (Su-Ling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/meNbon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mE and boNNie making funnY faCes..lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;`piGGiEe^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110567237752052627?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110567237752052627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110567237752052627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110567237752052627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110567237752052627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/outdoor-skating-weeee.html' title='Outdoor Skating!!! Weeee!!! '/><author><name>-lemonzing3r*-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/lemonzing3r/work.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110554801450639725</id><published>2005-01-13T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T00:40:14.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy in something...</title><content type='html'>There hv something u can't say, something u can't feel, something u can't see, something u can't differentia, something u can't confuse, something u can't understand, something u can't accept, something u can't decline, something u can't promise, something u can't break, something u can't regret, something u can't choose, something u can't miss, something u can't forget, something u can't forgive, something u can't expect, something u can't do... but? finally u will do all these 'something' in one day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110554801450639725?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110554801450639725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110554801450639725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110554801450639725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110554801450639725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/crazy-in-something.html' title='Crazy in something...'/><author><name>~Monkey-Hunter~</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-9923270.post-110553834815943726</id><published>2005-01-12T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T21:59:08.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos and confusion roads...</title><content type='html'>This morning I was plan my today schedule which is revision for 2 hours, start doing PMQA assignment 2 for 2 hours, doing ITC307 Project for 2~4 hours and  1~2 hours is entertainment (optional). But I really dun understand my mind and thinking… I wish to do well for my study that’s y I planed a study schedule but seem like I didn’t follow at all… juz waste all my time for nth… hai~~~ I start thinking and doubt that is my brain control me or me control my brain… very confuse… always I plan for study and start doing assignment earlier but finally myself is the one who spoil the plan… Urghh!!! Dunno wat can I do to break my chaos and confusion roads to see the bright and clearly roads… but wish the day is coming soon and not too late for me… from seconds to mininutes, minutes to hours, hours to day, days to week... there is not much time left for me to waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110553834815943726?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110553834815943726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110553834815943726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110553834815943726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110553834815943726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/chaos-and-confusion-roads.html' title='Chaos and confusion roads...'/><author><name>~Monkey-Hunter~</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-9923270.post-110545294975889944</id><published>2005-01-11T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T22:16:51.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmar3s</title><content type='html'>Hav3n't b33n g3tting any good sl33p lat3ly....hav3 bad dr3ams for days. Not thos3 kinda dr3ams which could pop you out of your b3d...just bad dr3ams. Dun wanna talk about it....its suppos3 to b3 ov3r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....N3V3R driv3 fast with n3w sho3s =P. My n3w sho3s got so much prot3ction, "padding", DMX, 3tc...its so hard to f33l th3 acc3l3rator...I was lik3 ov3r-acc3l3rating going to coll3g3. And th3 sho3s w3r3 so big, I was lik3 just 1-2CM from touching th3 brak3s whil3 acc3l3rating....if I'm not car3ful, I could hav3 st3pp3d on both. Tmr can start going Jordan on my fri3nds....MWHAHAHA. Hop3 it do3sn’t rain =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Monk3y Bo$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110545294975889944?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110545294975889944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110545294975889944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/nightmar3s.html' title='Nightmar3s'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110532044395442701</id><published>2005-01-10T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T09:27:23.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>y@y!!!!1 terM breaK hoLiday!!!!</title><content type='html'>weeeEeeee!!!! manageD to finish my aSSignment on time!! can hand in tomolo and baLik kampunG, tanam jagung!! haahha.. oppS no no..go for my holidaySss!!!! YaY!!! celebration!! kekekekee... gonna buy a bottle of Archer's Snapps Peach Flavour!! wahahah from aSda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: ASDA = a hypermarket like carrefour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;`piGGiEe^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110532044395442701?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110532044395442701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110532044395442701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/yy1-term-break-holiday.html' title='y@y!!!!1 terM breaK hoLiday!!!!'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110525990688901227</id><published>2005-01-09T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T21:53:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah3m....</title><content type='html'>"YOUR OWN" blog?? Apa ni...monk3y hunt3r com3 tr3spassing...put nons3ns3 m3ssag3...now tak3 own3rship of this blog??? BANN /gg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whil3 monk3y 1 is having "fun" with his windows....I'v3 finally got my sho3~!!! =D Not 100% NBA typ3...but at l3ast it was m3ant for bask3tball purpos3s. Addidas brand, r3d/whit3 colors and cost m3 RM250. Gonna start trashing nic3ly from now on /gg. Kinda miss3d the sm3ll of a n3w good quality sports sho3 too =P. Th3 last tim3 I sm3ll3d that was wh3n I was still working in Plan3t R33bok, 1 Utama. As for how my day w3nt so far….my cousin miraculously spoilt my PS2 in 1 night, watch bask3tball in da morning, and now waiting for my lunch (and its alr3ady 4.30pm) =X. F33ls lik3 I’ll n3v3r g3t 3nough of food lat3ly =P….som3tim3s f33l lik3 3ating Japan3s3, fish &amp;amp; chips, Italian. 3tc…but can’t afford :’(…3nd3d up 3ating maggi m33 at hom3 =(. Oops…lunch is h3r3…go makan first =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110525990688901227?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110525990688901227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110525990688901227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/ah3m.html' title='Ah3m....'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110521472673337694</id><published>2005-01-09T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T04:08:42.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time? Time? I need more time WEeEeEe~~~</title><content type='html'>This is my own blog account lol but i nvr manage my own blog cuz im lazy. Finally, today i start doing my ITC307 Project: X-Age and i wish to finish it earlier because not much time left and PMQA assignment due on next tuesday. Beside exam also coming soon and i hvnt do any revision &gt;.&lt; although lecturer finish teaching 80% of the subject but in my brain less than 5% of the 80%..... That's y today spend more than 8 hours to do my ITC307 but the progress......slow like turtle... maybe slower than turtle... cuz after i touch in depth of J2ME i realize that is very very very hard to implement my project in J2ME platform... im start worry about that cuz lack of time to let me research in depth about that... between the 8 hours i spent today i redo my 1st version prototype around 10 times.... but seem like still the same. Now is 3.30am i feel that very tired...tomorrow only continue my project but hope able to complete at least 10~20%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/150/2904/640/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/150/2904/320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my current desktop... open too many software until laggy+slow+messy =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110521472673337694?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110521472673337694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110521472673337694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/time-time-i-need-more-time-weeeeee_09.html' title='Time? Time? I need more time WEeEeEe~~~'/><author><name>~Monkey-Hunter~</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110520309444094290</id><published>2005-01-09T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T00:54:57.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF!</title><content type='html'>ARGH! ME MONKEY 1! MONKEY 1 HATE WINDOWS! MONKEY 1 FEDUP WITH WINDOWS! Okays...back to reality...anyways...once again I was locked out of my pc even with the password set already. So...once again reinstalling is my only option...this time no more Windows update for me, gonna break myself in half if I ever see the blue screen again lol. Well today was another boring day just like any other droolled here and there, ate some edible stuff, TV wasn't that entertaining...well I did like watching Jakob the Liar. Interesting movie, set during WW2 about a man who lied to his fellow friends and neighbours in order to keep their spirits up. Poor sap died as a result of his activities but he died without giving up till the end. I guess the term "white lie" applies here. White lie in my understanding means to lie for a greater good. I wonder if anyone really had the need for it. Maybe unconciously we do but we'll never know until we really think about it lol. But as for me, I know I tend to sugarcoat my lies when I need to :P not that I want to just that sometime situations requires me to do so lol. Sigh...wish I never have to resort to it but its not that I do it often, maybe like just to keep people from annoying me so I just tell them something to keep them satisfied. Imagine being hounded on whether you're studying hard blah blah blah. At time I do but sometimes I don't so just to keep my answers general I just give a simple "Yaya, Yes, Yup" Its not a big lie but a small one I think. I mean I can't just simply give "No, Nope" and so on as an answer right? Just feels like I will sound sarcastic in a way. But then again, if I'm really studying hard, is it necessary to ask me all these things? Sure there are times I'm drooling somewhere but at times I do study as well, sigh...my point being I have to say I'm studying hard regardless whether I'm doing it or not, since they can't stop asking me. I can't bluntly say NO! but they are always forcing it on me. I know they care but seriously, I need some space on my own too. Oh well...reading back all these I seem like a spoil brat blabbering nonsense...but then again I'm just being who I am...I have to maintain their confidence on me by telling something else yet I had to do it &gt;.&lt; But of course I'm trying to accomplish what I'm suppose to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/phone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Nokia cell phone, its like the link between normal colourless phones and current coloured camera phone since it has colour but no camera lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Monkey 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110520309444094290?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110520309444094290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110520309444094290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/wtf.html' title='WTF!'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110515632970110853</id><published>2005-01-08T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T14:10:42.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong moves...</title><content type='html'>Argh...my fantasy basketball team suck~!! Drafted the wrong ppl...mostly went to the injured list...and when I trade for new players, those players immediately get less time on da court =.=...after I kick them out...they get back their minutes :@...wanna give up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that one of my friend's cousin who I speak to quite often through MSN is a "gay" as she put it...I had only 1 thing to say "WOW...". My first ever "female gay" friend =P...or da first I know who admitted so easily. Kinda really open minded dun ya think? Dun wanna talk too much about it with her...scared to offend her...later she might do something "bad" to me....in which case I dun think I mind *drrooolll* =P. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored now...a few more hours and I'm off work, and going to get my shoes =D. Hopefully got size. Working now...so lazy to go l33t. After this got to study liao...about 4 more weeks to finish up 1 more assignment, class exam, and the 2 final exams =.=....well, back to work, back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Monk3y Bo$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110515632970110853?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110515632970110853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110515632970110853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/wrong-moves.html' title='Wrong moves...'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110509270801174356</id><published>2005-01-08T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T18:11:48.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tODAy nO m00d + vERy sIEn!!!!</title><content type='html'>wee~~~ this morning I help my parents do some work... after that around 1.30pm arrive home... starting my mood still ok then i start study PMQA lecture slide but... after 1 min I zzz...zzz... around 10min..... When I wakeup I felt no mood  anymore + very da sienzzzz..... after that go to research on J2ME... oh gosh... 3 hours Non-stop for researching make me getting sleepyzzzz......After that I think maybe I should relax a while then playing checker with friends around 2 hours until drool~~~ + sleep~~~ suddently I hear someone msn me lol is mr. choo after reply him I continue zzz... Finally 6PM!!! My half day juz waste like this...haizzzz although still alot of work should do but...today really bored and no mood to do anything... half day spend for droooool~~~ dreammm~~~ hope after dinner can get a better mood to start doing my workkkkkkkKKK.... OMG I really no time to finish up all my work... but im still drooling here and there...haizzz........SAN AH GAO GAO NGO BAH~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Monkey-Hunter~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110509270801174356?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110509270801174356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110509270801174356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110509270801174356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110509270801174356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-no-m00d-very-sien.html' title='tODAy nO m00d + vERy sIEn!!!!'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110513739632701015</id><published>2005-01-08T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T06:44:26.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oRanGe suBmarinE..</title><content type='html'>piGGie lives in an orange submaRine...orangE suBmarinE..oranGe submarinE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 490px" height="535" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/Lemon%20in%20London/LemonZ%20campuS/entranCeview.jpg" width="381" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`piGGiEe^z mini &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oranGe suBmarinE&lt;/span&gt;...^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 460px" height="641" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/Lemon%20in%20London/LemonZ%20campuS/overview_miniBathroom.jpg" width="477" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`piGGiEe^z &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;miNi submarinE bathrooM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 507px" height="501" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/Lemon%20in%20London/LemonZ%20campuS/studyTable.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`piGGiEe^z &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;study tabLe&lt;/span&gt; (of coZ it has moRe stuFF and moRe meSsy on the tabLe now) *gRinz* XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behinD my campuS has a doCk and opposite the doCk is an airport..London City Airport, normally for local business flights around the EU..not travelling nor international..airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="351" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/Lemon%20in%20London/LemonZ%20campuS/hostel_view.jpg" width="524" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is how it lookS like.....lol.. the blue n whiTe blockS are in-campuS hostel...hehe..=P that was my 1st 2weeks there..thatS y i was abit jakuN..taking pictureS every corner i went..lol ^^v&lt;br /&gt;as u can see this pic beLow, there is a dock in between my campus and opposite is the airport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="380" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/Lemon%20in%20London/LemonZ%20campuS/DSC00597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110513739632701015?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110513739632701015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110513739632701015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110513739632701015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110513739632701015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/orange-submarine.html' title='oRanGe suBmarinE..'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110511640859493724</id><published>2005-01-08T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:48:32.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting fedup...</title><content type='html'>ARGH! My luck with PCs doesn't seem to be good nowadays...installed Windows update and was locked out from its security features just because I didn't set the password for the administrator as well as the owner...oh well I learnt my lesson, after reinstalling Windows went straight to chaing the password immediately lol. Other than that my day has been pretty much uneventful. Played around with my kitty, drooled, slept, ate something...lol...sigh...sometimes all these free time makes me wonder why I don't actually spend it on studying more...maybe just they way I am...gotta bring myself to study more this semester, would practically passed not even one subject if I were to fail this round T.T My GPA is so low my degree is more like rubbish lol. This time I must try to get all credit to gain back what I have lost :) Oh well time will tell, time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/bus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me driving a bus off a cliff =P Nah just a key chain a good friend of mine gave me as a souvenier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Monkey 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110511640859493724?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110511640859493724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110511640859493724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110511640859493724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110511640859493724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/getting-fedup.html' title='Getting fedup...'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110509656690964929</id><published>2005-01-07T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T19:30:31.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mE, mySelf &amp; aH bLuee..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yO yO..wazzuP! *winKz* here i comE..with my 'ah bLue' .. hehehe...wHo;s a bLue..?! my snowcaP! XD sinCe there is no snow at the moment..n i doubt there will be snowfall in london... or maybe enD of january..? hmmm.. this ismy 1st timE wearinG snowcaP after so lonG i've been here.. hehe.. check it out.. =P havent been wearinG for quite sometimE coz everytime i wear it on, i feel like my head is baLdy... lol..n mY faCe rounD like a baLL.. XD eeEeeeeeeee~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but todaY im gonna wear it! dun care.. its so coLd And windY out therE.. bRrrrr~ trying some new styLe out with my burberrY* jumper..(known as sweater in msia) weEeeee~ here i gO.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/snowcap3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mE &amp;amp; ah bLue *grinS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yupZ... its mE...definitely me..takinG myseLf in my mini bathrooM.. lol..from my phonE camera.. *grinS* (well the picture has been optimized)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`piGGiEe^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110509656690964929?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110509656690964929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110509656690964929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110509656690964929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110509656690964929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-myself-ah-bluee.html' title='mE, mySelf &amp; aH bLuee..'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110503469813974297</id><published>2005-01-07T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T02:28:00.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chitty Chatty bang bang</title><content type='html'>Lil piggi3 just told m3 that 3v3rytim3 sh3 talk3d to m3, I show3d almost no 3xpr3ssion…that’s n3ws to m3. I always thought that I show3d too much 3xpr3ssion…outta control som3tim3s…mostly on p3opl3 I r3ally trust. I’v3 always b33n th3 qui3t typ3. Nothing much to talk about 3xc3pt for cars, bask3tball, lat3st disast3r w3 can jok3 on...oops....spok3 too much /gg. Imagin3 m3 trying to sw33t-talk to a girl...I'll b3 lik3 William Hung p3rforming for H3LP Idol. 3v3ryon3 will laugh till thos3 whit3 things com3 out of th3ir mouths. Anoth3r lat3st disast3r =P, but th3 RM5000 off tuition f33s is v3ry t3mpting...mayb3 I should try it out/gg. Totally no mood to do anything at all th3s3 f3w days, but still 3nouff to trash monk3y 1 at bask3tball. Ahh, l3t m3 just r3call and 3njoy that mom3nt again for a whil3…..uhh….ahh….*NIC3 SHOT*….3 point3r….gam3 ov3r /gg. Still can’t wait to g3t my first bask3tball sho3. Hav3n’t worn any sports sho3 in y3ars. Totally forgott3n th3 f33ling. Hop3fully can g3t som3 discounts…so that I could g3t b3tt3r qualiti3s or sav3 mon3y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On3 thing's for sur3...I still can't g3t my h3ad to acc3pt th3 FL on Syst3ms 3nvirom3nt. Only about 5 p3opl3 pass in th3 whol3 god damm3d class...what kind of a jok3 is this. All th3 3ffort I wast3d on that bloody subj3ct gon3 to wast3. My loan is also running out...n33d to worry on that. F33l lik3 I should just kill mys3lf and sav3 tim3 solving all th3s3 probl3ms. Anyon3 know a good &amp; rich insuranc3 company? Mayb3 I'll f33l b3tt3r aft3r my cousin's down for th3 w33k3nd. B3tt3r g3t som3 r3st...got a boring job which I also f33l lik3 quitting tmr. Work is taking all my youth, happy &amp;amp; study hours away, but also giving m3 3nough mon3y to 3at, pay bills and go for a movi3 onc3 a whil3...what can I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Our monk3y h3arts go out to thos3 who suff3r3d in th3 Tsunami disast3r, wish3d w3 could h3lp3d mor3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Monk3y Bo$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110503469813974297?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110503469813974297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110503469813974297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110503469813974297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110503469813974297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/chitty-chatty-bang-bang.html' title='Chitty Chatty bang bang'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110502269496227417</id><published>2005-01-06T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T22:45:29.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my notty lil kitty miaO^</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reminder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hehe..hey guyZ juz to let u know yea..dun be frightened by the white lil miaO which i newly adopted ya.. he is staying on the top left corner of the page normally.. if u play with him, he will run around chasing u and ur mouSe..hehe.. dun tortuRe him yea... its my beLoveD e-miaO (not e-mail) ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thankS for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, nicE piC k3vin! *winKz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`piGgie^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110502269496227417?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110502269496227417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110502269496227417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110502269496227417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110502269496227417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-notty-lil-kitty-miao.html' title='my notty lil kitty miaO^'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110502132328637588</id><published>2005-01-06T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T16:41:55.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo hoo! PC back online!</title><content type='html'>*Sob* My hard disk is always crashing nowadays, so had to go buy a new one...cost me RM230 or US$60.5 more or less. That's why couldn't post yesterday, so anyways yesterday my basketball team was thrashed by some flukey shots from the l33t writer here...I swear I actually blocked his ball and it still went in &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/drool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me when I'm bored, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- monkey 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110502132328637588?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110502132328637588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110502132328637588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110502132328637588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110502132328637588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/woo-hoo-pc-back-online.html' title='Woo hoo! PC back online!'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110500847888086976</id><published>2005-01-06T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T18:49:25.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H@ir M@nagMenT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-HairDo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hair hair =.=; i hav been changin my hair style since... o well tis year i think sigh every morning it's 10-15min on my hair T.T... here is a picture of it &gt;&lt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v123/evablade77/Misc/IMAGE344.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well anyways juz a tot of wit all the looks n no brains sigh... guess i juz fit into the low IQ ppl category then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-WISMA Perdana-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Went wisma today ping pong as usual after lunch wit monkey boss n monkey queen, also not forgetting monkey 1 XD and also monkey queen's friend... whom is i dunno is she still consider in the monkey group or not but then again i juz had to ping pong all the way to 3:30pm n told him i had to stop coz of class...[Phew... lucky i still know my time /gg] so we started packing packing n pack... as we were returning the bats... a voice suddently call out "Can u teach us how to play carom?" from a distance tat wuz... then i looked at my friend wit a blur look... he replied "TALKING TO U LAR!!" ^^'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so i had to be the laughfing stock there went to the group of "girls" n tot them the rules n such... after tat i went straight back to main block wuz juz in time for class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;monkey2&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110500847888086976?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110500847888086976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110500847888086976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110500847888086976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110500847888086976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/hir-mnagment.html' title='H@ir M@nagMenT'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110497693022546895</id><published>2005-01-06T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T10:02:55.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siEnnnnn~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;it's 10mins to 2am now.. and im still here doin my woRk.. T.T msiaN time is 10mins to 10am..n yet..nonE of da monKeyS are awaKe.. XD laziee bum bum feLLas.. workinG this mornin...8.30-4pm..came back rest a whiLe and continuE my worK..gosh.. still remember mY 1st 3D aSSignment..was panic-inG especially at theSe time..laptop somethinG wronG..nearLy craSh..the objectS i've modeLed..are all G-O-N-E! juz 1 hanG..n its gonE..i did saved my worK..but somehow i couldnt retrieve my fileS back..oh well, re-dO all over again..n i havE 4dayS left.. thiS is my worK;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*a pieCe of 3D worK by a maYa beginner*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/3d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(im not showing oFF..dun get me wronG..im juz too boreD here facing my antiQue objects! *sobz*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2 different angLe..aSSignment reQuirements: 1 table, 1 table lamp (not simple type), 3 other objects on the table..couldnt think of other thinGs except what's in my room..my watch was the toughest..then the my desk lamp, winnie the pooh muG and my orangE juiCe bottle.. X) couldnt think of any other objectS.. thats really hard for me..as the 1st time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and this time..my aSsg2, which is wat i am doin now, must be an in-sight view of a historical building. gosh.... the examples that my lecturer gave was mosQue, church, temple, traditional english pub.. and gueSs wat..lol mine is totally out of his exampleS.. im doin cheong fatt tze manSion, in penang! muahahaha.. im sure he has no idea where the hell it is.. kekeke.. but somehow thosE antiQue furniture which i've gotto model isnt easY...it drives me crazy! texture is so harD!!!! n yet! i need to have 10 visible objectS in the scene.. T.T i'd start my work since 2-3weeks ago right after my pHp..till now..my mind goeS *zoinK zoinK zoinK* each time modelling those curves, crafts, patterns of the wood.. gosh.. sculpturing those flowers.. ish...... giLa ardi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/pjenny1222_2004126151457.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww...piGGie gettin back to her worK now! T.T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110497693022546895?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110497693022546895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110497693022546895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110497693022546895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110497693022546895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/siennnnn.html' title='siEnnnnn~'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110494720260811250</id><published>2005-01-06T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T01:50:46.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monk3y Bo$$ dominat3s~!!</title><content type='html'>In an 3v3nt, th3 s3lf proclaim3d b3st 3-point shoot3r in th3 monk3y t3am dominat3d ov3r monk3y 1 at H3LP Inst...wait, Univ3rsity Coll3g3...what3v3r, today. Having th3 privil3g3 of having th3 last shots in 2 cons3cutiv3 gam3s, monk3y bo$$ mad3 th3m all, including a gam3 d3ciding 3-point3r. Th3 highlight of th3 p3rformanc3 cam3 in th3 2nd gam3 wh3r3 monk3y boss got a pass from th3 outsid3 and 3asily mad3 a shot "und3r" monk3y 1's d3f3ns3s. Monk3y bo$$'s 3quipm3nts ar3 curr3ntly *working* sho3s and a fing3r guard, oth3r than th3 usual coll3g3 clothing’s 3v3ryon3 w3ars. Will his wrath grow aft3r g3tting a N3W BASK3TBALL SHO3 FOR TH3 FIRST TIM3 IN HIS LIF3? Tun3 in n3xt w33k to find out~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Better put our "names" after the post...coz I also dunno who post wan =P, like mine below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Monk3y Bo$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110494720260811250?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110494720260811250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110494720260811250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110494720260811250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110494720260811250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/monk3y-bo-dominat3s.html' title='Monk3y Bo$$ dominat3s~!!'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110494592173469577</id><published>2005-01-06T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T01:25:21.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monk3y-Hunt3r 1st Post!!!</title><content type='html'>Drool~~~ so many &lt;em&gt;monk3ys&lt;/em&gt; here how can less one Monk3y-Hunt3r here gagagaga!!! Nice place for me to hunt all monk3ys~~~ wee~~~ wee~~~!!! Don't run don't run~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110494592173469577?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110494592173469577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110494592173469577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110494592173469577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110494592173469577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/monk3y-hunt3r-1st-post.html' title='Monk3y-Hunt3r 1st Post!!!'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110486330905634803</id><published>2005-01-05T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T02:29:23.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>da potentiaL drOoL te@m!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/monkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Standing From Left to Right:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;k3vin (monk3y oo1, cHoO, diXon &amp; tHomaS (toShimayO-san)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sitting From Left to Right:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;kokHow, mE(piGGi3 a.k.a lemOn) &amp;amp; joE (monk3y oo2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110486330905634803?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110486330905634803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110486330905634803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110486330905634803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110486330905634803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/da-potential-drool-tem.html' title='da potentiaL drOoL te@m!'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110486045642871597</id><published>2005-01-05T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T01:46:43.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wEeeee~ LooK wHo's heRe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hey guyZzz.... im piGGieeeeeee..the 3 monkeyS' lil sista.... muaHahhahaha... =p weLL, im half way doin my 3D now.. juz gettin to stress of it..came in n decorate the bLog with some farnieee stuff here..meSs up a lil with it.. kekekekeke.... gooD luck every1 in this new year! wEeeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPiEeeee nEeew yEaRrrr!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/keeverelaine/smallpig.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110486045642871597?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110486045642871597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110486045642871597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110486045642871597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110486045642871597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/weeeee-look-whos-here.html' title='wEeeee~ LooK wHo&apos;s heRe..'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110485922560175615</id><published>2005-01-05T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T01:20:25.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Ah....as you can see my other 2 writers are writing as well although one tried to be l33t and the other might as well not post at all lol. Oh well...the only reason I'm able to write now is the fact I'm taking a break from my assignment at the moment. Let's just say I like to call myself "Last-Minute Boy" with my own theme..."Sleeps more than any known creature!, Drools more than any rabid dogs!, Dreams more often than any dreamer"...ok this is getting lame...oh well...you get the point. This is how I describe myself. A lone ranger with dreams...no wait that dreams...a lot of it...Wah ha ha its already 1 am and I'm still blabbering nonsense here with my assignment barely halfway through with the due date tomorrow lol. Tomorrow gonna get myself some exercise, been sleeping a lot lately...getting much fatter than usual...oh well gonna thrash some people in basketball tomorrow especially the other 2 who are writing in this blog as well lol. Anyway, gonna get back to writing my assignment, way past my bedtime already. But then again, slept pretty much the whole day so still able to be up and running plus just had coffee, WOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...after my black kitty passed away, my mother's friend couldn't keep this kitty since they were moving away, so I decided to take in this 5 year old kitty named Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110485922560175615?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110485922560175615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110485922560175615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110485922560175615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110485922560175615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110482280141326433</id><published>2005-01-04T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T15:13:21.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey 2 First Post!!</title><content type='html'>drool! assignment T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110482280141326433?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110482280141326433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110482280141326433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110482280141326433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110482280141326433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/monkey-2-first-post.html' title='Monkey 2 First Post!!'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110477415539848051</id><published>2005-01-04T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T01:42:35.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monk3y Boss's first blog ;)</title><content type='html'>Ah3m...2x...or was it 3-4x as long? Oh w3ll, nothing w3 can do about it 3xc3pt to our plans against th3 l3ctur3rs...oops...spok3 too much...MWHAHAHA. I'm also g3tting sick and tir3d of studying...wanna g3t don3 with this coll3g3 as soon as possibl3...but now aiming to g3t my grad3 point av3rag3 back up...although it s33ms v3ry much impossibl3 =(. I got no digital pics I can put up...so just dr3am of how I look lik3 =P. My fav ar3 Japan3s3 anim3, cars and bask3tball...gonna g3t my first bask3tball sho3 soon too =). Dumb-ass at list3ning to ord3rs, but sup3r at giving th3m...bad at r3ports, but b3tt3r at programming...still wishing that I could go back to th3 past wh3r3 my fat3 chang3d...not sur3 if things could hav3 b33n b3tt3r if I didn't do all thos3 mistak3s, but I suppos3 it could b3 b3tt3r than now. Now-a-days g3tting tir3d and sick so 3asily...no id3a what is going on. G3tting tir3d of work also...taking so much of my pr3cious tim3 just to pay up my int3rn3t, phon3 and makan bills...nothing's going right with my lif3 now :'(. Th3r3's a saying in th3 Naruto s3ri3s that I can't forg3t -&gt;&gt; "Just di3!! You hav3 no tal3nt at all!!" which f33ls lik3 its so suitabl3 for m3 now. Ahhh...will anything in my lif3 go right? Som3on3...chang3 m3 into an android, us3 m3 as an 3xp3rim3ntal guin3a pig or what3v3r...giv3 m3 lif3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110477415539848051?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110477415539848051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110477415539848051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110477415539848051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110477415539848051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/monk3y-bosss-first-blog.html' title='Monk3y Boss&apos;s first blog ;)'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9923270.post-110477163732393230</id><published>2005-01-04T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T01:00:37.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Debut!</title><content type='html'>Wah ha, this blog is gonna be a joint attempt by 3 writers...well if the other two are gonna write any that is lol. Gonna post a picture of 3 of us together when I have the oppurtunity. Anyway, a short intro, my name is Kevin, and my other 2 cohorts will be Joe and Kenny. We are pretty famous in our college as the people who will take 2x as long to graduate lol. Anyway, its a new year, so I hope all of us will do our very best this year, though last year wasn't really pleasant for me. Practically failed all my subjects, not only that, I lost my lovely pet cat to nature *Sniff* I still miss him from time to time. Plus there was also the recent natural disaster which claimed so far more than 140,000 lives. Those poor souls didn't even get to usher in the new year. Hope that all will be well for those who survive the horrors of nature. I hope help can reach them soon. Anyway, thats it from me for now. Hopefully my other 2 friends will join in on this blog. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me me me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9923270-110477163732393230?l=da3monkeys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/110477163732393230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9923270&amp;postID=110477163732393230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110477163732393230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9923270/posts/default/110477163732393230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da3monkeys.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-debut.html' title='My Debut!'/><author><name>K for Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423966701218409702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ktg_camper/Picture013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
