<?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-4389225833967365538</id><updated>2011-07-19T17:56:09.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Fall..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/Sh1L4T8NGlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cdVCLAW0uyE/S220/IMG_3911.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389225833967365538.post-8499315061284464599</id><published>2009-06-17T23:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:23:11.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up..</title><content type='html'>Recently, not recently actually.. Since about 2 years ago, my parents have been somewhat, how should I put this.. Less strict &amp;amp; more open shall we say? Which I can't really tell is for the worse or for the greater good. I'd go for the latter anyways. :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes, under normal circumstances, when parents contact their child who's studying outstation, what would their opening sentences usually be?&lt;br /&gt;In any case, my parent's would be:" Hey, where are you wet-ing?" (in mandarin) =____="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds wrong doesn't it? I mean shouldn't it be like " How are you doing?" or "How's your studies?" that kind of thing no? If it was a friday, saturday or sunday, it would evolve to "where are u clubbing/pubbing/shopping/watching movie" or " where are you hanging out with your girlfriend?" (in mandarin yet again) =____________________________="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put this straight, 1st of all, if I do indeed have free time, I wouldn't be clubbing or shopping etc. None whatsoever. The place you would most probably find me would be on my bed and under my blanket or perhaps in front of my laptop playing computer games. :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; I know I sound like an "otaku" or a nerd but who cares? This is after all, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;. :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P (Though I wouldn't mind going for futsal. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I don't have &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; had a girlfriend before. I know most of you would find it difficult to believe (even my parents &amp;amp; my sister refuse to believe me =__=); but it's true. I've been &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGLE&lt;/span&gt; thus far. The reason? Let's leave it as it is for the time being. :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I remember having akward/weird conversations about girfriends with my parents since like 2 years ago. Out of the blue, they would ask me :" Eh, when are you gonna bring back home a girl for dinner and let us see?" Like hell I could answer that!! =__= The worst yet would be a conversation last year when we were on a trip to Kl (if i remember correctly). Out of the blue again, my mom asked me (while chuckling.. =___=) when will I bring a girl back home to let her see so that I can get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARRIED&lt;/span&gt; and bear her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GRANDCHILDREN&lt;/span&gt;......... O____O Luckily I have an elder brother as a shield, so I wouldn't be pressured into marriage as yet.. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to look at it in another way, I guess my parents are starting to see me as an adult. Ever since I've entered college and progressed to uni, I've a feeling that my parents are less worried about me (although they do sometimes treat me, my sis &amp;amp; bro like kids). I remember my sis telling me that my dad once said that he could throw us into any corner of the world and know that we'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll mature enough to let you folks stop worrying... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4389225833967365538-8499315061284464599?l=fuzzy-90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/feeds/8499315061284464599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/06/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/8499315061284464599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/8499315061284464599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/06/growing-up.html' title='Growing up..'/><author><name>Yappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/Sh1L4T8NGlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cdVCLAW0uyE/S220/IMG_3911.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389225833967365538.post-3700882712883586962</id><published>2009-06-07T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:31:53.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll be my princess &amp; I'll be your toad</title><content type='html'>Saw these vids last year but didn't really have the chance, neither did it occured to me to post it on here. IMO, I personally think he's pretty talented. Apart from his prowess in song writing, he has quite a nice voice to be honest. Enjoy.. :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VDBpQVhCMb8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VDBpQVhCMb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;You'll be my princess&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your toad&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow behind you&lt;br /&gt;on rainbow road&lt;br /&gt;Protect you from red shells&lt;br /&gt;wherever we go&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;No one will touch us&lt;br /&gt;if we pick up a star&lt;br /&gt;If you spin out&lt;br /&gt;you can ride in my car&lt;br /&gt;When we slide together&lt;br /&gt;we generate sparks&lt;br /&gt;in our wheels and our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;The finish line&lt;br /&gt;is just around the bend&lt;br /&gt;I'll pause this game&lt;br /&gt;so our love will never end&lt;br /&gt;Let's go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;The blue shell is coming&lt;br /&gt;so I'll go ahead&lt;br /&gt;If you hang behind&lt;br /&gt;it'll hit me instead&lt;br /&gt;but never look back&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm down but not dead&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about&lt;br /&gt;Bowser or DK&lt;br /&gt;Eat this glowing mushroom&lt;br /&gt;and they'll all fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorusx2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the mushroom cup&lt;br /&gt;and the flower cup&lt;br /&gt;and the star cup&lt;br /&gt;and the reverse cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walalalalala&lt;br /&gt;walalalalalawaluigiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COPYRIGHT 2008&lt;br /&gt;Music and Lyrics by Sam Hart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mbhjom2FpII&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mbhjom2FpII&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;far beneath the waters i will find you&lt;br /&gt;i'll use our memories to light our way home&lt;br /&gt;i'll follow the road we left behind you&lt;br /&gt;to the light where you once shone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;atlantis i will find you&lt;br /&gt;i'll carry you home&lt;br /&gt;atlantis i will reach you&lt;br /&gt;reach for you on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;my father told i should seek you&lt;br /&gt;he said one day i'll know your voice&lt;br /&gt;and you won't have to be alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;and i won't have to be alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]&lt;br /&gt;cause you are out there waiting&lt;br /&gt;and on my life i'll find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;the old one wrote about you&lt;br /&gt;golden pillars call your name&lt;br /&gt;the world did not forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S - More updates on my life comin soon. Cheers. :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4389225833967365538-3700882712883586962?l=fuzzy-90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/feeds/3700882712883586962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/06/youll-be-my-princess-ill-be-your-toad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/3700882712883586962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/3700882712883586962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/06/youll-be-my-princess-ill-be-your-toad.html' title='You&apos;ll be my princess &amp; I&apos;ll be your toad'/><author><name>Yappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/Sh1L4T8NGlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cdVCLAW0uyE/S220/IMG_3911.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389225833967365538.post-4486059461934778022</id><published>2009-05-27T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:03:33.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing me softly..</title><content type='html'>If I were to choose a song to describe most of my lectures, it would be "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;killing me softly&lt;/span&gt;" by Lauryn Hill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd week into my 2nd semester &amp;amp; although things haven't really started to get all busy, jumbled and trashed up, I'm already feeling all stressed out and tired. I know it doesn't sound like me to bitch about my lecturers, however, they really do suck to the point that I feel like throwing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of my textbooks at them while they're lecturing. &gt;_&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be told, all of my lecturers suck, well, except for err.. maybe 1 or 2. When I say they suck, trust me, they really do. If there were a list for sucking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCELLENTLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in lecturing, they would definitely be right on top of that list. Every lecture is so gloriously boring, lifeless, monotonous, mind-wrenching and soul destroying that you would rather stay at home and count sheeps while trying hard to fall asleep rather than be at the lecture theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout lectures, your very eyes will be presented with an astounding natural phenomena that occurs during most of the lectures:- Countless number of fallen future engineers lying back on their seats with their eyes closed and with their brain dead. What's left to be done is to shove a pillow under their heads &amp;amp; they'll be off to dreamland where all pain &amp;amp; suffering will be relieved. =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340496272580732754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/Sh1BEJN451I/AAAAAAAAAAU/mee2tnn7FSI/s320/27052009204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The 2 hunks who were so into their journey to dreamland that they didn't even realize class finished. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D &lt;/span&gt;Mr. Joseph happened to be right behind them.. =_=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As if our lives weren't tormented enough, we're learning cicuit theory in this EE and computer systems class. Definitely suicidal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, all is not lost. :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P &lt;/span&gt;At least we're free to hang out and enjoy simple pleasures of life, for the time being that is. After the last lecture, a few of us decided to try the dessert shop next to Asia Cafe, a.k.a Snowflake since the weather was hot as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Suprisingly, the food didn't disappoint, which I'd presume is the answer as to why the shop was fully packed during our 30 minute visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340500995886353362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/Sh1FXE5tC9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Hl-ip8jkJgc/s320/27052009207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340501000788345570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/Sh1FXXKbguI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q3u7bsV55XA/s320/27052009205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me &amp;amp; my coursemates ordered the most popular dessert which consists of grass jelly, sweetened shaved ice, chewy bits of yam and sweet potato and a little extra dose of creamer if u'd like. A chilling and refreshing RM 5.50 desert on a molten hot day; not bad at all.. =&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REDS&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GREATNESS AWAITS&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/4389225833967365538-4486059461934778022?l=fuzzy-90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/feeds/4486059461934778022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/05/killing-me-softly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/4486059461934778022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/4486059461934778022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/05/killing-me-softly.html' title='Killing me softly..'/><author><name>Yappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/Sh1L4T8NGlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cdVCLAW0uyE/S220/IMG_3911.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/Sh1BEJN451I/AAAAAAAAAAU/mee2tnn7FSI/s72-c/27052009204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389225833967365538.post-6291332728644858000</id><published>2009-05-25T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:01:50.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya kata UMNO salah!</title><content type='html'>Murid : Selamat pagi, cikgu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : (Menengking) Mengapa selamat pagi sahaja? Petang dan malam awak doakan saya tak selamat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Selamat pagi, petang dan malam cikgu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Panjang sangat! Tak pernah dibuat oleh orang! Kata selamat sejahtera! Senang dan penuh bermakna. Lagipun ucapan ini meliputi semua masa dan keadaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Selamat sejahtera cikgu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Sama-sama, duduk! Dengar sini baik-baik. Hari ini cikgu nak uji kamu semua tentang perkataan berlawan. Bila cikgu sebutkan perkataannya, kamu semua mesti menjawab dengan cepat, lawan bagi perkataan- perkataan itu, faham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Faham, cikgu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Saya tak mahu ada apa-apa gangguan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : (senyap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Pandai! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Bodoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Tinggi! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Rendah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Jauh! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Dekat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu &lt;/span&gt;: Keadilan! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : UMNO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Salah! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Betul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Bodoh! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Pandai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Bukan! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid &lt;/span&gt;: Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Oh Tuhan!&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Oh Setan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Dengar ini! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Dengar itu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Diam! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Bising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Itu bukan pertanyaan, bodoh! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Ini ialah jawapan, pandai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Mati aku! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Hidup kami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Rotan baru tau! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Akar lama tak tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Malas aku ajar kamu! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Rajin kami belajar cikgu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Kamu gila! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Kami siuman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Cukup! Cukup! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Kurang! Kurang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Sudah! Sudah! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Belum! Belum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Mengapa kamu semua bodoh sangat? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Sebab saya seorang pandai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Oh! Melawan! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Oh! Mengalah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Kurang ajar! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Cukup ajar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Habis aku! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Kekal kami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : O.K. Pelajaran sudah habis! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : K.O. Pelajaran belum bermula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Sudah, bodoh! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Belum, pandai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Berdiri! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Duduk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Saya kata UMNO salah! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Kami dengar KEADILAN betul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Bangang kamu ni! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Cerdik kami tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Rosak! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Baik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cikgu&lt;/span&gt; : Kamu semua ditahan tengah hari ini! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Murid&lt;/span&gt; : Dilepaskan tengah malam itu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : (Senyap dan mengambil buku-bukunya keluar.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4389225833967365538-6291332728644858000?l=fuzzy-90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/feeds/6291332728644858000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/05/murid-selamat-pagi-cikgu-cikgu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/6291332728644858000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/6291332728644858000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/05/murid-selamat-pagi-cikgu-cikgu.html' title='Saya kata UMNO salah!'/><author><name>Yappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/Sh1L4T8NGlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cdVCLAW0uyE/S220/IMG_3911.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389225833967365538.post-908560854543805334</id><published>2009-05-25T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:40:21.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.</title><content type='html'>We all might find good use in the following lessons of management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lesson 1&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel, ' After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?' 'It was Bob the next door neighbor,' she replies.. 'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk withyour shareholders in time, you may be in a position to preventavoidable exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lesson 2&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest offered a Nun a lift. She got in and crossed her legs,forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?' The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?' The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.' Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129 It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lesson 3&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'' Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in theBahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.' Puff! She's gone. 'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.' Puff! He's gone. 'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lesson 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbitsaw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?' The eagle answered: 'Sure , why not..' So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very highup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lesson 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull. 'I would love to be able to get tothe top of that tree,' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.' 'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients.' The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree. He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: BullShit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lesson 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the Winter. It was so cold the birdfroze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He laythere all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morals of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ENDS THE 5-MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4389225833967365538-908560854543805334?l=fuzzy-90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/feeds/908560854543805334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-everyone-who-gets-you-out-of-shit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/908560854543805334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/908560854543805334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-everyone-who-gets-you-out-of-shit.html' title='Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.'/><author><name>Yappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/Sh1L4T8NGlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cdVCLAW0uyE/S220/IMG_3911.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389225833967365538.post-4350975813540834687</id><published>2009-05-18T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:08:26.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of calculators &amp; Karnaugh maps</title><content type='html'>Have u ever thought of how a calculator works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, u don't wanna know.. =__=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things started off like this, we're having this EE &amp;amp; computer systems class starting this semester. To be honest, me and my classmates are having problems here &amp;amp; there while trying to understand the lectures (excluding Eng kiat &amp;amp; Francis). Besides that, it certainly does not help when your lecturer is teaching with the speed of light to finish the syallabus in time. FYI, this subject is supposed to be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thing in other universities. &lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/strong&gt;, we're supposed to complete this subject in just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for reasons only god knows why.. =__="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we started to learn about how caculators function. Everything started out rather smoothly until we reached the programming part (in theory).. I'll leave the rest to your imagination.. To make things worse, we're supposed to do a hands on programming by the next lecture or so. Hopefully we won't screw the thing up.. @___@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337179783889501970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/ShF4vGEhPxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8qL3BnqXRiM/s320/18052009196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little food for thought.. :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S - Sry bout the amount of posts, haven't really been in the mood to blog recently.. &gt;__&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4389225833967365538-4350975813540834687?l=fuzzy-90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/feeds/4350975813540834687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-calculators-karnaugh-maps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/4350975813540834687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/4350975813540834687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-calculators-karnaugh-maps.html' title='Of calculators &amp; Karnaugh maps'/><author><name>Yappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/Sh1L4T8NGlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cdVCLAW0uyE/S220/IMG_3911.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/ShF4vGEhPxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8qL3BnqXRiM/s72-c/18052009196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389225833967365538.post-2455058285280246672</id><published>2009-05-18T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:31:37.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes around comes around</title><content type='html'>A vid that pretty much sums up how we're screwing up the world and everything else around us. This vid was originally sent to me by my sis's BF, rather, fiancé. o__O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLBE5QAYXp8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLBE5QAYXp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun.. :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4389225833967365538-2455058285280246672?l=fuzzy-90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/feeds/2455058285280246672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-goes-around-comes-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/2455058285280246672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/2455058285280246672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What goes around comes around'/><author><name>Yappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/Sh1L4T8NGlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cdVCLAW0uyE/S220/IMG_3911.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389225833967365538.post-5602937101841162761</id><published>2009-05-11T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:50:47.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning..</title><content type='html'>Well, I'd never thought that I would ever start blogging. I guess people do change after all.. =)&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks a new beginning - 2nd semester in chemical engineering.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's pretty much the same except that we don't have any lectures till 6pm as compared to the 1st semester. Cheers. :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off the day with a rather awkward fashion - waking up late for the 1st lecture.. o__O&lt;br /&gt;Well, its not that I take pride in being late for lectures and, I have a reason. After having sleeping irregularities throughtout the 1st semester (u don't wanna know, trust me..), I've been having troubles sleeping in what we call "normal sleeping hours". Its like I'm trying to sleep, but, my system is still running on US time. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;=__=" &lt;/span&gt;And believe me when I say this, having a 1 week break doesn't help. I mean shouldn't semester breaks be longer or something? It should've been at least 2 weeks (Most of my coursemates are saying and agreeing on this). 2 weeks would've done a whole lot of good. At least for sleeping that is.. :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting my holidays aside and back to today's events - I was rushing to campus (since I was late &gt;_&lt;) and I found most of my coursemates sitting and chatting outside the campus nonchalantly. To my greatest relief, class was cancelled as the lecturer forgot to prepare the lecture slides. :&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things better, this is the worst lecturer I have (openly recognized by his fellow students). No offense to my lecturer, (but, your lectures sucks. &lt;strong&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since class was cancelled, most of us went to play/watch people play pool, while I had nasi lemak for breakfast. :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D &lt;/span&gt;After wasting 2 hours of free time, it was back to lectures. In this semester, Abdul Kareem is teaching us Modelling Concepts and Tools, replacing our previous lecturer who left. Everything was pretty much the same except that there were new rules -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1.) For those who are late for class (10 mins after the lecture starts), will not be able to attend his lecture and will be considered absent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; o___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2.) Should u interupt the class, u will be given warnings initially, and will be asked to leave the class if u continue to disrupt the class. (the lecturer will not resume his lecture until that person leaves the lecture hall)&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3.) All students will not be allowed to enter the lecture hall after the 11th minute of our break. Moreover, u will be considered absent even if you have attended his lecture before the break(since our lectures are 2 hours long, we will have a ten minute break in between).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to our lecturer, these rules are introduced as some students encouraged him to "not treat us so nice" as writtten in the course survey forms. As a side note for those who encouraged him to "not treat us so nice", u people are freaking ungrateful and inconsiderate. People are treating u nicely and u complain?!! Are u living in your own world of misery and hatred or sumthin?! Go get a life man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last class was with a new subject and a new lecturer, Dr Edwin. Was a bit heavy (although the lecture was for about less than an hour). I was and still is a little confused about a few things, but I guess that's engineering. :&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this pretty much sums up everything that happend today. Cheers to Life. :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - Sry bout the long post,since its my 1st time blogging.. :&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4389225833967365538-5602937101841162761?l=fuzzy-90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/feeds/5602937101841162761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-id-never-thought-that-i-would-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/5602937101841162761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4389225833967365538/posts/default/5602937101841162761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzy-90.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-id-never-thought-that-i-would-ever.html' title='A new beginning..'/><author><name>Yappy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q35065I3TnU/Sh1L4T8NGlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cdVCLAW0uyE/S220/IMG_3911.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
