<?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-6970774252265403744</id><updated>2011-12-14T14:26:44.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L Journal : The Third</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-7591077265941782514</id><published>2011-02-05T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T19:00:23.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyoncé performing "Irreplaceable" I Am Yours (HD 720p)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fLDAJZ5zH3g?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-7591077265941782514?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7591077265941782514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=7591077265941782514&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7591077265941782514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7591077265941782514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2011/02/beyonce-performing-irreplaceable-i-am.html' title='Beyoncé performing &quot;Irreplaceable&quot; I Am Yours (HD 720p)'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fLDAJZ5zH3g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-7328015823335467442</id><published>2010-12-16T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:29:56.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word</title><content type='html'>A careless word may kindle strife&lt;br /&gt;A cruel word may wreck a life&lt;br /&gt;A timeless word may level stress&lt;br /&gt;A loving word may heal &amp; bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-7328015823335467442?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7328015823335467442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=7328015823335467442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7328015823335467442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7328015823335467442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2010/12/word.html' title='Word'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-8785179137190578424</id><published>2010-11-08T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:12:37.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still praying</title><content type='html'>I am still praying for him although i'll be getting some letters from authorities, lawyers, police etc etc. It's just gonna be sooner or later...i'll def go to court...pl dun...i need miracles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just wish him to get well, otherwise the sarjan will have me summoned under certain section which involves jail mandatory...Pl pray for him to get recover...I can't do anything but pray for him...i'm surrending to God to save him...please show some signs of recovering....The sarjan really can wait to have me summoned for the section, it's like he's waiting for him to... i can't say the word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD...pl help us...pl give strengths...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-8785179137190578424?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/8785179137190578424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=8785179137190578424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/8785179137190578424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/8785179137190578424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-still-praying.html' title='I&apos;m still praying'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-1292460789506606179</id><published>2010-11-07T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T11:06:38.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray</title><content type='html'>I am sorry for what i've done. He's just another kid. I don't mean to hurt you. God please help him. I know i can't stay out of this. I knew it was my fault. I should 100% ensure that everything's clear and i only assumed. I am truly sorry even though this is for real. I have to follow the rules and regulations and appropriate punishments will be implemented on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything now but pray for him. Pl let him survive. I'll never complain anything again.I'm still praying every seconds in my heart. I hope my prayer can be answered. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly cry because i'm completely petrified. I can't feel my emotions but only worry about the kid. I'm hoping for some kind of miracles. Again, God, pl help him, i pray pray, and pray and pray......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-1292460789506606179?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1292460789506606179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=1292460789506606179&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1292460789506606179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1292460789506606179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2010/11/pray.html' title='Pray'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-7876125656061027979</id><published>2010-09-14T09:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:04:59.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spot the newish</title><content type='html'>hi y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot the newish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-7876125656061027979?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-5820347362436099909</id><published>2010-09-14T09:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:04:59.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spot the newish</title><content type='html'>hi y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot the newish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-5820347362436099909?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5820347362436099909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=5820347362436099909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5820347362436099909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5820347362436099909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2010/09/spot-newish.html' title='spot the newish'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-5200024857582597085</id><published>2010-08-31T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:42:10.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>all right..it's been a while..and i said it again and again..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..so this is my final semester b4 i go for cheap-labor-chambering...hmm yet..cos not even one co has confirmed my employment...so far already go for one interview..a bit excruciating cos it's like almost 100 objectives and i think i failed some acc qns..chuck me! so, it's like i've learnt nothing throughout my 3 yrs study life...i guess too much of exam-oriented experience, once the the exam gone, i had probably delete all the acc facts and basics...pretty sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, hoping this coming interview, i can do better..and hopefully no stupid tests..just some verbal and numerical tests will do fine...hope there'll be no acc tests..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-5200024857582597085?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href="http://www.malaysianwireless.com/2010/07/govts-laptop-initiative-takes-off-this-month/"&gt;Govt’s laptop initiative takes off this month&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-1055316736119735746?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.malaysianwireless.com/2010/07/govts-laptop-initiative-takes-off-this-month/' title='Govt’s laptop initiative takes off this month'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1055316736119735746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=1055316736119735746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>it's funny that people actually thought i'm an A star student. oops, we dun talk alphabets now, but points are the subject of judgement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days, people judge how many A's u have, nowadays, people talk about points aka CGPA. And undoubtedly, there are always classes involved, like 1st class, 2nd upper, blablah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm gotta watch a drama...to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-5795111796357998285?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5795111796357998285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=5795111796357998285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5795111796357998285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5795111796357998285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2010/07/preso-its-about-points.html' title='Pre...so it&apos;s about points'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-5073341623827395819</id><published>2010-07-08T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:52:25.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, i just did...</title><content type='html'>so, i have just edited some of the permissions...well, i guess nobody gonna ask my permission though..and i feel relaxed cos i can write whatever i want now..but again anyone who wants to read feel free to ask...at least i know who are my readers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'll begin a new post very very soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgrds&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-5073341623827395819?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5073341623827395819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=5073341623827395819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5073341623827395819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5073341623827395819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2010/07/yeah-i-just-did.html' title='yeah, i just did...'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-8536597516070562130</id><published>2010-07-08T05:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T06:02:12.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahblahblah</title><content type='html'>so it's almost 6 in the morning...figured what to write something..but uh, sometimes i just couldn't hold those thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those may be not be appropriate...&lt;br /&gt;people might get easily offended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, maybe i'll come out with the 4th...it's def gonna be more personal, more sensitive, more ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno yet..still got many things to do and im like doing nothing...i just need a bit of encouragement and some faith....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-8536597516070562130?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/8536597516070562130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=8536597516070562130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/8536597516070562130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/8536597516070562130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2010/07/blahblahblah.html' title='blahblahblah'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-6532036694683662717</id><published>2010-07-05T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T03:15:05.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS</title><content type='html'>Although it was only 2 months, the experience was so great and that was like 5 years ago. I can’t believe it’s already been 5 years. I can’t recall the exact batch that I entered but it’s some time during Mac 14 2005. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s the date that I entered National Service. &lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t so excited to perform national service probably I thought it involved super hard physical activities but turned out it wasn’t that hard. Throughout the program, they instilled some activities that actually wanted the kids to love the country. They wanted us to be more courage to do presentations. They had this morning class that wanted most of the participants to speak in front of like 20++ people. Hehe, so little but those were like warm up exercises. There was one time I had to speak in front of, I couldn’t recall, like the whole batch of participants. However, nobody really cared what I said and I was being a good reader, read like I speak, and it’s not like there were anyone who would evaluate&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it’s hard to go through the days because I knew I would miss the life outside the camp. Well, of course I did but it’s hard at the first few days, later on when I got to know some new friends, I started to adapt the environment. Friends were so important there. We talked about how stupid the program was, like had to wake up at 6am, sleep at 11pm. Like, everyday doing the same thing. We even wished we would be given some days off. Anyway, it’s not like we hated the program because we still have to fulfill the tasks. &lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure that when I had to leave the program earlier, I even cried, like all the way from the camp back to the town. Too bad I can’t get back the feeling. I just couldn’t hold back the tears, like my heart was broken. I was so brokenhearted. Perhaps I shouldn’t leave the camp earlier. I missed some of the activities, like jungle trekking, jungle camping, orphanage visits and etc.  I even missed the final physical competition. My team became 4th / the last place. Anyway, I’m sure I would cry even more if I left the program in the 3rd month. &lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I guess I’ll continue the topic in next posts. &lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-6532036694683662717?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6532036694683662717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=6532036694683662717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/6532036694683662717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/6532036694683662717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2010/07/ns.html' title='NS'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-1973191454206609476</id><published>2010-05-08T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:02:38.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She She</title><content type='html'>those were complete disaster, that's what she did&lt;br /&gt;thought the capacity of hers could handle smthg new in merely a day&lt;br /&gt;practically she thought it's feasible&lt;br /&gt;but it never happens&lt;br /&gt;she should have known better&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be indirectly thought she was part of them&lt;br /&gt;them as the self-proclaimer, them as the Newton in the century&lt;br /&gt;but now it almost comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;no chance to prove smthg or to see if the any change could make smtgh intimidated&lt;br /&gt;even at some point the fighter kept her to do but she procrastinated&lt;br /&gt;meeting deadlines never be her favourite, she meant it as the real real&lt;br /&gt;maybe Readjust was the right thing to do &lt;br /&gt;but now she has to do the thinking and it just sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-1973191454206609476?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1973191454206609476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=1973191454206609476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1973191454206609476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1973191454206609476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-she.html' title='She She'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-7130562106488635638</id><published>2010-04-24T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:38:20.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan said</title><content type='html'>he never be an option &lt;br /&gt;but being used by women&lt;br /&gt;to approach another man. &lt;br /&gt;Good thang he's afraid of commitment&lt;br /&gt;not even a lil bit of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he knew outlook was the primary&lt;br /&gt;and the society even love the money&lt;br /&gt;he didn't even care&lt;br /&gt;not cos he's careless &lt;br /&gt;but he could care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his mates seemed insecure&lt;br /&gt;and foolish more&lt;br /&gt;they insecure of his intelligent&lt;br /&gt;smartly cool with his unique accent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how they wanted to be wingman&lt;br /&gt;but haha a less competition would be more worth it&lt;br /&gt;that's they felt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-7130562106488635638?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-1296078449816781549</id><published>2010-04-19T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T02:51:21.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>it's almost 3 in the morning...should be doing some slides for presentation in 12 hrs later...it's so demoralising...hehe, i didnt know what's "demoralizing" but kinda learnt the word in The Amazing Race...i think it's something like unmotivating..pull down the spirit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, part of reasons that i'm so slacking becos im watching the show via youtube...the show already has 14 seasons, i guess but im watching season 2. if i know the winner, i wouldnt watch but i dunno, i feel like i watched the finale b4 i started to like the show. but im not sure who's the winner until i finish the marathon probably in 15 mins, i guess. hope my computer wont "hang" this time. it's been problematic when it comes to last two videos left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, i gotta get back to work..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-1296078449816781549?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1296078449816781549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=1296078449816781549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1296078449816781549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1296078449816781549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2010/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-633111366974724636</id><published>2010-04-11T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:31:05.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of writing</title><content type='html'>i don't know if this is a bit cliché. You know, the very first sentence you ever wanted to say when you update your lil' blog. well, i guess i used to say "It's been awhile blahblahblah"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is always a predominant reason that i didn't update this blog. well, i'm sure it's predictive, huh? i was just being lazy to write. I knew it's a way to improvise the writing skills, like, shoot everything with less noticeable grammatical errors. This is very important, i suppose! because sometimes when i write something, i might tend to shoot everything in a bundle and towards the end, the whole essay would be too comprehensive or in other words not systematic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure the art of writing is something you need to speak from experience. it's almost impossible to write something out which as similar as the author in some kind of book or journals unless people are born smart to memorize every single subject, verb, and objects in all the sentences. I guess writing skills can be trained. The more you write, the better you'll be. And i believe when you are in certain levels of life, you should have certain command of the skill. You can't just blame on your below-average grade for the language itself. There are always reasons why you got distinctions for any kind of test in your life which require you to write &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i know im a lazy person to write. All the time i totally had some inspirations to write, but when it comes to execution, it's a different thing. Not to mention, thanks to Twitter, i can tweet in not more than 140 characters. I don't have to write in paragraphs although writing this piece only takes less than 5 mins. In short, just being lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there's still part of me wanted to write in blogs. probably i think i can improve the writing skill or basically the whole language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i believe i'll come back soon,&lt;br /&gt;Later, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: "later" means "see ya"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-633111366974724636?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/633111366974724636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=633111366974724636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/633111366974724636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/633111366974724636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2010/04/art-of-writing.html' title='the art of writing'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-7105527766796341361</id><published>2010-03-28T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T02:58:59.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>y'all were saying...??</title><content type='html'>It's probably the "just not ready yet" Still looking better inspiration because it seems a bit complicated for the definition and undoubtedly sacrifices have to be made. Supports in any means are completely crucial especially when you have smth to return in probably 20 yrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, it's about that connection. People around it might see it like it can work but it didn't have the connection yet. Maybe the level should be reached via stages. &lt;br /&gt;I dunno, but common interest definitely a must and such interest probably should be the major one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, i'm speechless cos im doing something i should be done weeks ago. so, it's definitely a short one...sorry for the vague pronouns..my english sucks evidently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-7105527766796341361?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7105527766796341361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=7105527766796341361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7105527766796341361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7105527766796341361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2010/03/yall-were-saying.html' title='y&apos;all were saying...??'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-7408450332428153417</id><published>2010-02-25T04:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T04:34:36.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this stage of life</title><content type='html'>I couldn't believe that this stage of life almost come to an end! Its duration was fixed and now it's so hard to believe that it's almost at the final stage. Some even had the chance to cut it short cos they planned well. Nobody would ever think of expand it cos the fixed period was already long enough and i'm glad that i still could survive after all those losing streak. Wish i could go back then to change the ugly truth. And yes, it's even uglier when folks thought i was one of the bestest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's too late to think about it. I wonder what have i done, what have i learnt? Like, all the mistakes i made when i was younger totally not the lessons to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the last shot. just thought of the promise  that i made after getting the below average, i finally realized i never really did it and i did it worse. I seriously wish i can at least have the perfection for just one time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it's good to be here at the first place. Everyone's new, i even can get to know some good people with different personality. :D at least i wont get the sense that i get judged so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a lil bit vague for this post, but mayb it's 4 in the morning, so i probably dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgrds&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-7408450332428153417?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7408450332428153417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=7408450332428153417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7408450332428153417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7408450332428153417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-stage-of-life.html' title='this stage of life'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-5988368971445869610</id><published>2010-02-08T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:08:18.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bond</title><content type='html'>I couldn't believe that quitting could be one of the thoughts when the so-called bond were broken off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously? if all of you were sticked together, y'all would make things so perfectly flawless? For heaven's sake, haven't you guys thought of there's a possibility that y'all won't work together in the future. shouldn't y'all understand to the fact that working with different people every time can gain more experiences in life? If you work with the same person, you'll never know the other pros and cons of different people out there unless you only wanted to get the advantage of the same person since it's a team effort, everyone gets the same score even you can't spell B-A-N-A-N-A-S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-5988368971445869610?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5988368971445869610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=5988368971445869610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5988368971445869610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5988368971445869610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2010/02/bond.html' title='Bond'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-3800614452495899156</id><published>2009-11-24T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:43:51.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, 2 months? I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it's been a long time, too bad i couldn't re-capture the motivation to write...No more diaries, No more secrets,...After all, it's only a place where people can read or stalk or whatever and judge hmmm. secretly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly had several inspirations but being opinionated might have consequences...Not to mention deadlines, tests, exams bla bla bla....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im sure i'll come back...I certainly won't let the fire being extinguished so easily....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.O.X.O&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-3800614452495899156?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3800614452495899156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=3800614452495899156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3800614452495899156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3800614452495899156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-2330798399398097165</id><published>2009-09-03T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:25:41.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous?</title><content type='html'>seriously, i really didn't feel like writing but most probably, due to i have another mini-blog called twitter....it's pretty cool especially i can know most recent news via twitter. Like, Mimi's listening party or any leaked songs...ppl were twittering on how they felt in the party..of course those ppl need to hv ipod or any other smartphones like blackberry to twit something at instant. In short, it's more like, shout-outs which u can shoot at instant and u wont be judged cos those folks are not allowed to be chatty birds....eventho ppl wont stop judging like they are most honourable ones even they are not leaving any words...you wont know, would ya? unless they talk to your face???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, i had a great night-out last thursday. Danced till i dropped...the post-night-out was quite exhausting eventho it was nothing but fun...like, enjoy the music and forget the life....i never drink hard liquours and going to such places...my parents never cultivate such "doing"...hehe not to say it's bad...I sweated a lot...I just recalled a quote in X'tina's "Dirrty"  - "Sweating till my clothes comes off"...I suppose i wasn't sexually dirrty at all...heeheehee. Anyhow, the night-out was a cause for celebration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, i'm having this flu...my voice is almost cracked...can't hit higher notes...hv to be in low registers but sometimes the pitch was oddly hitted...But it's getting better...thankfully it's not that "most popular flu in the world", i suppose btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers all,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-2330798399398097165?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2330798399398097165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=2330798399398097165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2330798399398097165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2330798399398097165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/09/miscellaneous.html' title='Miscellaneous?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-3659319887656250371</id><published>2009-08-19T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:18:53.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MemoirsTracklist Revealed, Next Single is Foreigner Cover</title><content type='html'>Foreigner's Mick Jones can start ordering caviar and Champagne again: Mariah Carey is releasing her own gospel-tinged version of his masterwork song, "I Want to Know What Love Is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first "real" single from her new album following the summer release of the witty "Obsessed," which is also included on "Memoirs of an Imperfect Angel." The album and the single hit the world on Sept. 29th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the Foreigner song yesterday along with all of "Memoirs" and let me tell you: Mariah's got a hit on her hands along the lines of "Emancipation of Mimi "The hour-long CD is ballad-centric. Written and produced with The Dream and Tricky (I know, but these are their stage names), "Memoirs" boasts a lot of singles. Starting with the Foreigner song is a canny move in these uncertain times. By the time its run is over, a new generation will think "I Want to Know What Love Is" is a Mariah Carey song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick Jones, who wrote it, should start picking out some nice new cars thanks to Carey. The money should come rolling in quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other songs on the album – these are the titles, although the running order is still being finalized: "Betcha," "Obsessed," "H.A.T.E.U.," "Candy Bling," "Ribbon," "Standing O's.," "Impossible," "It's a Wrap," "Inseparable," "Up Out My Face," "More than Just Friends," and "Angels Cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of these are radio ready. "Angels Cry" is an honest-to-god ballad a la "Vision of Love," and should be a gigantic success. "Standing O's" also has potential, as do "H.A.T.E.U." – which stands for "having a typical emotional upset" – and "Inseparable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Def Jam's L.A. Reid – who previewed the CD for the first time yesterday with a clutch of staffers – is playing with the order, to get it right. But he really can't go wrong. Carey's album, is, as they used to say, "what the kids want." Plus, it's got stuff for the slightly older crowd. I loved the doo-woppy "It's a Wrap." And the Foreigner track is so powerful, it's going to be everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, too: no more songs about Eminem. One was plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, by the end of September we'll have new CDs from Whitney and from Mariah. They're each top notch and different from each other enough that their fans should want them both. Maybe we'll see a return to record stores (we have but a few in Manhattan now) and diva duels on radio if programmers are smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-3659319887656250371?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3659319887656250371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=3659319887656250371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3659319887656250371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3659319887656250371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/08/memoirstracklist-revealed-next-single.html' title='MemoirsTracklist Revealed, Next Single is Foreigner Cover'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-2294941256758145575</id><published>2009-08-08T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:57:19.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you missed this</title><content type='html'>In case you missed this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.webometrics.info/rank_by_country.asp?country=my&lt;br /&gt;http://www.webometrics.info/rank_by_country.asp?country=my&lt;br /&gt;http://www.webometrics.info/rank_by_country.asp?country=my&lt;br /&gt;http://www.webometrics.info/rank_by_country.asp?country=my&lt;br /&gt;http://www.webometrics.info/rank_by_country.asp?country=my&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-2294941256758145575?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2294941256758145575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=2294941256758145575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2294941256758145575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2294941256758145575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-case-you-missed-this.html' title='In case you missed this'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-2513234939545167723</id><published>2009-07-28T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:55:44.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I look to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJ0CETSzHQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJ0CETSzHQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" 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;Whitney is back! Yes, you are right, the one and only, Ms. Whitney Houston. This probably will be her first single off her new album, I Look To You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U Like? Eventhough the voice was not as young as she was back in the 90s but hey, it's great from her after her infamous crack cocaine addiction..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-2513234939545167723?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2513234939545167723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=2513234939545167723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2513234939545167723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2513234939545167723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-look-to-you.html' title='I look to you'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-6930762357503100812</id><published>2009-07-28T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:05:48.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Want Let You Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfFh4aYS45M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfFh4aYS45M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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;&lt;br /&gt;Vocally Stunning&lt;br /&gt;Sung by Lee Ryan from boyband Blue and Jo O`meara from S Club 7.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the bands?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-6930762357503100812?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6930762357503100812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=6930762357503100812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/6930762357503100812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/6930762357503100812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-want-let-you-down.html' title='Don&apos;t Want Let You Down'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-7266038736227884327</id><published>2009-07-26T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:07:03.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/Smwch_lLxnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/K8E1pcqKc2M/s1600-h/twitter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362692626620073586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/Smwch_lLxnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/K8E1pcqKc2M/s400/twitter.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SmwcNvzRPRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Am9af_6KZV0/s1600-h/tweet2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362692278786800914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SmwcNvzRPRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Am9af_6KZV0/s400/tweet2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mimi, Nick and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-7266038736227884327?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7266038736227884327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=7266038736227884327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7266038736227884327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7266038736227884327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/07/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/Smwch_lLxnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/K8E1pcqKc2M/s72-c/twitter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-8872437976860162487</id><published>2009-07-25T04:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T04:45:30.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lolz...My housemate really has a good taste of music...There was once i played Danny Gokey's version of P.Y.T(pretty young thing) which originally sung by the late Michael Jackson, he was totally excited and asked where did the music come from. He really has a good pair of ears. I lowered the volume at the lowest and incredibly he could hear the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was when i played another song of Danny's, he quickly had another song of his too. Anyway, he's still playing P.Y.T. I liked the song when it premiered on iTunes or in American Idol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-8872437976860162487?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/8872437976860162487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=8872437976860162487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/8872437976860162487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/8872437976860162487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/07/lolz.html' title=''/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-1796290029017414030</id><published>2009-07-24T04:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:46:48.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Donation</title><content type='html'>It's half past 4. I wonder that my parents gonna kill me cos i still havent go to bed. So, in fact, like usual, thanks to caffeins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, more than 12 hrs ago, i was in the Blood Donation Drive which organized by Red Cresant Society. And yes, i donated my blood to Pusat Darah Negara...Just so you know, that was the first time donating blood.... Someone in the world is going to have my blood....The experience, i suppose, was great! At least, i could feel that my blood is warm. I donated like, 450 ml. I guess it's pretty a lot, but thinking of someone in the world might need it to survive. Not to mention, my blood type is type O. Everyone could use my blood...It sounds so generous of me but i can't receive other types of blood...Hope my donation gives a good karma....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, if i didnt go to donate, i probably would never know my blood type...One last thing, some people said the post-donation could cause a person not feeling well in terms of "easily-fainted" is totally delusional...I was still normal after donating my blood but maybe a lil bit of fatigue...I believe if we're being honest during the pre-blood-donation check-up or examination, those post-thing would not be happened. Honest could be like, not telling them you had enough of sleep while you only had like 2 hrs of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i totally will donate my blood again, although when the needle was injected through my skin into the vein, the pain was like less than a sec and it's not that really painful. And the nurses are sociable, i mean nice...^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-1796290029017414030?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1796290029017414030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=1796290029017414030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1796290029017414030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1796290029017414030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/07/blood-donation.html' title='Blood Donation'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-2332911643652159136</id><published>2009-07-22T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:52:09.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My computer needs a translator. I can't read Chinese. There's no software to read the chinese characters. Apparently, there were only "shapes" look. I can't read chinese newspaper online or other purposely published shout-outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's a good thing??Like, the less i know, the better it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO, I could care less and i still have a life and, Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-2332911643652159136?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2332911643652159136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=2332911643652159136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2332911643652159136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2332911643652159136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-computer-needs-translator.html' title=''/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-3553466697668847888</id><published>2009-07-20T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:56:31.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe...One of my housemates is a singer. He was a runner-up in a singing reality show, Mentor. His name is called Nabil...His sense of music is towards RnB, much inspired by Boyz II Men and Justin Timberlake...And he's recording, more to practising one of his yet to be released new song...I can't tell much anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: MJ is one of his inspiration, i guess...I can see some of the legend's CDs laying around in the house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-3553466697668847888?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3553466697668847888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=3553466697668847888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3553466697668847888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3553466697668847888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/07/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-4422371936743472222</id><published>2009-07-08T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:53:51.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>It was a bad day. Not that dinnering with couple of friends but the journey to the eatery was really tiring and it hit a new level of unluckiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was elated when i finally had a chance to drive to school cos one of my lovely aunts went to Philipines. I was thinking that at least i wouldn't have to travel by bus when i want to visit my parents although it's cheaper compared to the petrols and tolls. Not to mention my shitty economic crisis....I'm completely broke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the bad day. In short, the car had a big problem. The temperature of the car engine kept on increasing and almost hit to the "explosion aka red-line" point of the car meter. Thinking of the car that it could explode wasn't a good feeling. The car couldn't even continue moving when it was in a hot temperature during a stop in traffic lights. Double-indicators had to be switched on. Inferences were made, like, water-pipe-leakage, radiator doesn't work and etc. If i have to send the car to mechanics, i'm afraid i have to pay the bills, which i never wanted to pay it cos like i said, i'm completely broke...I'm so needing to send the car back to KL so that my dad can settle it but thinking of the car might not be working in the middle of the highways.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought the car looked old cause my aunt told me she overhauled the engine like, recently. I could feel the newness but having such a bad day really could hit a new level of suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the solution for the situation on that day was keep on putting water (for cooling purpose) cos the main problem infered was the water pipe leakage. So, very much thanks to my friends aka the car passengers for helping. I know stopping for couple of times to fill in the water&lt;br /&gt;wasn't a good feeling too. Not to mention, you could have hit by a lorry in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i believe i have to send the car to the nearest mechanics. However, i doubt the car can sustain its temperature during the sending journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeers,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-4422371936743472222?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/4422371936743472222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=4422371936743472222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/4422371936743472222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/4422371936743472222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-day.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-5025505937164103529</id><published>2009-06-26T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:01:55.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>I am shocked. My prayers go out to the Jackson family, and my heart goes out to his children. Let us remember him for his unparalleled contribution to the world of music, his generosity of spirit in his quest to heal the world &amp;amp; the joy he brought to his millions of devoted fans throughout the world. I feel blessed to listen his songs several times. No artist will ever take his place. His star will shine forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-5025505937164103529?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5025505937164103529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=5025505937164103529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5025505937164103529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5025505937164103529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-6897913437199449766</id><published>2009-06-18T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:55:23.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#0066cc;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Obsessed" Has Premiered!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, brilliant MC lyrics and vocals -- combined with Tricky &amp;amp; Dream's production equals SMASH yet again. I strongly think this is gonna be Mariah's 19th #1. Mariah is set to rule the airwaves all summer long &amp;amp; for the forseeable future. Get ready for the summer of MC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-6897913437199449766?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6897913437199449766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=6897913437199449766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/6897913437199449766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/6897913437199449766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-jam.html' title='Summer Jam'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-1755678478222400521</id><published>2009-06-10T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:11:56.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/Si9Nu4VUQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/nKcxoDKhEsI/s1600-h/iphone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 347px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/Si9Nu4VUQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/nKcxoDKhEsI/s400/iphone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345576750503183298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;iPhone 3G S.&lt;br /&gt;Available June 19, 8 a.m.&lt;/h4&gt;     Reserve your iPhone 3G S now and pick it up at an Apple Retail Store   on June 19. The nearest store is in The Gardens Mall, KL. It's only USD 99, like, less than RM 400. Can you imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, ive no money to buy cos im completely broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rmb, the gardens mall, just beside the midvalley mall..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-1755678478222400521?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1755678478222400521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=1755678478222400521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1755678478222400521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1755678478222400521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/06/iphone-3g-s.html' title=''/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/Si9Nu4VUQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/nKcxoDKhEsI/s72-c/iphone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-5833072772806344796</id><published>2009-05-25T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:00:35.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't read this</title><content type='html'>Oh god,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls don't let the history revive!&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing but awfully scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the "sleeping"...Double shot for coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet to be certified...Call the time, folks, will ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-5833072772806344796?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5833072772806344796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=5833072772806344796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5833072772806344796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5833072772806344796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-read-this.html' title='Don&apos;t read this'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-401890414884619214</id><published>2009-05-10T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:06:56.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditch?</title><content type='html'>I wonder how people ditch themselves from somebody else? like in a conversation or in a short message or in IM? I certainly have my own way to ditch myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to ditch myself by faking that i'm going to do some laundry. It's funny that i neva do my laundry that often while i keep on using the same self-ditch method. If i ever gonna do that, i wont be squatting on the wet kitchen to do my laundry for almost an hour. And i cramped sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my self-ditch method is quite working and none of my online frens ever used that. Most of them would say, "Ive got some errands to do", "I gotta go", "I gotta run". Minority would just keep their mouth shut, like no reply at all. I couldnt help but laughing out loud that they just couldnt speak at all of a sudden. No offense, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in fact, if i ever wanna ditch myself, i believe i could think of any excuses. I won't be giving blank promises at the first place and if i ever had to break the promise, i'd just ditch myself by giving excuses at the first place and not b/s whatever it is with lame excuses at the latter place. So again, it's just funny when seeing people being assumptious and with all due respects, i'm afraid I could care less&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-401890414884619214?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/401890414884619214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=401890414884619214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/401890414884619214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/401890414884619214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/05/ditch.html' title='Ditch?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-66953867738925494</id><published>2009-05-10T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:41:08.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale</title><content type='html'>I  learnt the word "finale" when i started to watch TV shows, and i mean those US tv shows, from dramatic, comedy, dramedy, and reality shows. So, finale is like the very last episode of the shows, some even put as "Grand Finale" to boost the prestige level of the shows. I like US tv shows because it neva ends, at least for now. Dramas could have 7 seasons with each of the season has approximate 20 episodes. While for the reality shows, so far, one of my favourites, Survivor, already have 18 seasons with each of them, i guess around 12 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within these few weeks, there'll be finales for the shows. Survivor already have top 5 at this moment, Grey's Anatomy, 2 or 3 more episodes to go; Izzie, pls don't die. ANTM, coming thursday is the grand finale, American Idol, top 3. B&amp;amp;S, already 22 episodes, finale coming. Desperate housewives, finale, i know u r coming soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess once i finish my crappy exams, finales will be over. I've to wait for several months for new season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, another crappy post....Sorry and i just love TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-66953867738925494?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/66953867738925494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=66953867738925494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/66953867738925494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/66953867738925494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/05/finale.html' title='Finale'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-7053041710265722420</id><published>2009-05-07T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:43:02.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AR</title><content type='html'>Oh darn, I'm gonna miss Kisha and Jen. You girls are one of the competitive teams in AR history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special "thanks" to Asian team, Tammy and Victor. Stop faking that u were afraid of being outrun-ed. Both of you were silly enough to be fooled by Margie and Luke, the most hatred team ever. No offense, but Margie, u just too pampering your deaf son, nobody was laughing at deafness. Both of you were just being insecured and sensitive. And thanks to both of you again for u-turning another favourite team of mine, Kris and Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisha and Jen, one of you shouldnt go to toilet before meeting Phil, couldnt u just wait for couple of minutes. You guys could hv in top 3 finals. haha, bygones.&lt;br /&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;I cant' believe AR almost come an end. Next week is the finale! The show neva get bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-7053041710265722420?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7053041710265722420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=7053041710265722420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7053041710265722420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7053041710265722420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/05/ar.html' title='AR'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-5298811616301252682</id><published>2009-04-22T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:53:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking words</title><content type='html'>I'm just about to see how hardcore i can be! I guess i deserve it after the lagging and irresponsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee is gonna be great although it's nothing about Starbucks. Why there's no Starbucks in this shitty town? Ooops, the said word, shitty! The town just not credible enough to have one of the fancy outlets. Sorry, you just dont deserve it. Or neither do i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss the jazzy soul! Miss the woman in my life, Miss the man of my woman in my life! Miss my blood! Miss Ally!, Miss your vicious yet funny Hoo-Ga-Char-Ga. Miss Cristina!, miss your bitchily-confidently-hardcorely-charmlessly personality. Miss Mariah and Whitney, I can't wait for y'all new materials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No miracles without efforts, i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking faith and speaking words??Hope is frail, u noe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-5298811616301252682?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5298811616301252682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=5298811616301252682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5298811616301252682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5298811616301252682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/04/speaking-words.html' title='Speaking words'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-4471111589946861462</id><published>2009-04-19T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:10:54.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChaCha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SesTpTWxhdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TMJP13Vx37E/s1600-h/chacha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326372584587101650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SesTpTWxhdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TMJP13Vx37E/s400/chacha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is a dog and her name is called chacha. Isn't she cute and what a fancy name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-4471111589946861462?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/4471111589946861462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=4471111589946861462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/4471111589946861462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/4471111589946861462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/04/chacha.html' title='ChaCha'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SesTpTWxhdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TMJP13Vx37E/s72-c/chacha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-125028450435410779</id><published>2009-04-13T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:08:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It never felt better after skipping classes on monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-125028450435410779?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/125028450435410779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=125028450435410779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/125028450435410779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/125028450435410779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-never-felt-better-after-skipping.html' title=''/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-278927967356449472</id><published>2009-04-08T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:48:41.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever existed?</title><content type='html'>It's ..... when you get to see people being strange. It's like, they dun want people to judge them or something when they were judged with some kind of label. And these people were sweetly furious and they couldn't wait to prove to the judgers that they were wrong. Let's say one of them is a "he"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would work his butt off and try to prove others that he is more valuable than anyone else. It's like, a shock or something. In other words, it's like, he didn't want to let the judgers know about their hardwork. It's simply because, they didn't want to get judged again. In case if he failed, people still judge him as a lazy person who didn't put much effort on accomplishing the tasks. Conversely, if he let people know, and he failed, so he'd be too embarrased to look to himself or others. Moreover, the not-let-anyone-knows-his-hardwork, might simply tells one thing. in case, if he succeeded, he would just tell the entire word that he's born to be smart, effortlessly&lt;br /&gt;Is such a person ever existed in this lovely world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-278927967356449472?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/278927967356449472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=278927967356449472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/278927967356449472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/278927967356449472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/04/ever-existed.html' title='Ever existed?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-73778311020296464</id><published>2009-04-06T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:09:20.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U think?</title><content type='html'>It's always delightful when u can have the chance to talk to old friends, or ex-classmates. You can always learn something from their current life. Not to say, their life is completely different but amazingly u could discover some of matters that actually didnt come to your attention and such matters are actually the most prevalent problems in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about college life. Tons of assignments, millions of crappy tests or exams. Everything now is so exam-oriented. It's even worse when people are just gonna focus on exams when they know that the composition of grading is more towards the final examinations. Literally speaking, they could care less of the residual composition of the grading, which is called coursework. Students would pay more attention or work harder in individual assignments because they would be individually evaluated. When it comes to group assignment, people would pay more attention on joining talented student. It's true when a group of people should be diversified. A group should consists of hmm, let say, with speaking talent, no stage fright, or with good writing skills kind of people. In short, everyone should have their own talent in contributing their effort in accomplishing the tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i had a thought about the grouping thingy. How about those non-talented student? They literally couldnt form a coherent sentence in their daily speaking, and not to mention their writing abilities because the writing skills almost have the same standard as speaking skills. Like, if u speak well, u can write better. So, what if that person can't write and speak at the same time. Let say, u were given a task which need quantitative and qualitative analysis, this simply means that the task need calculations and of course the crucial part, the writing part. Basically people will just delegate the task by those 2 parts and usually they being delegated by their ability to do the parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one of my best frens during my primary school, and we still talk to each other, she sometimes crap about her college life. One of her groupmates offered himself doing that calculation part and insisted to let her to do writing part simply because he sucks in writing. And the funny thing is the guy even bragging around that he did his job with a lot of efforts like he's the only one who could do the calculation parts, like he's the genius of maths. This simply just pissed her off. Of course, all she could do is just bitching about it to me, and i could only be a listener and judger here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i guess she made her point clear. The guy should at least not being so dramatic like, he was the only one who could do the mathematical stuff. Not to mention, he's already in college life and still couldnt have a satisfactory college writing??So, i believe everyone should at least contribute efforts in every parts of the task, You can't just ignore ur unabilities , if he can't do, don't you know the meaning of "learning" although u should have already learnt in your past 20 years. Showing a sense of "learning" at least better than doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walking the line that's painted by pride"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-73778311020296464?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/73778311020296464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=73778311020296464&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/73778311020296464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/73778311020296464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/04/u-think.html' title='U think?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-9206320217613765210</id><published>2009-04-05T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:42:19.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't no sunshine</title><content type='html'>Ain't no sunshine when she's gone&lt;br /&gt;It's not warm when she's away&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no sunshine when she's gone&lt;br /&gt;She's always gone too long&lt;br /&gt;Anytime she goes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder this time where she's gone&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if she's gonna to stay&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no sunshine when she's gone&lt;br /&gt;This house just ain't no home&lt;br /&gt;Anytime she goes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I know I know&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I know I know&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I know I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ought to leave the thing alone&lt;br /&gt;Cos ain't no sunshine when she's gone&lt;br /&gt;Only darkness everyday&lt;br /&gt;Anytime she goes away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-9206320217613765210?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/9206320217613765210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=9206320217613765210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/9206320217613765210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/9206320217613765210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/04/aint-no-sunshine.html' title='Ain&apos;t no sunshine'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-8958267545762416602</id><published>2009-03-21T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T04:24:18.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suburb</title><content type='html'>Went to buffet outing with a bunch of friends. Nice food, fancy restaurants, high-end neigbourhood..blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhm, i was expecting to see how a city life would be like. But well, it's nothing but a suburban kinda feel. I was totally misled by myself. I  always thought Mont Kiara is a city-feel kind of urban area. You know, like clubs, not to say i wanted to go in there but at least to see how wild people act out there. You know, fancy clothes, better people. But i guess the Mont Kiara is just too big for me to discover. You know, i used to stay kinda near to the sub-urb area, Mont Kiara, and that Sri Hartamas too. I could just drive like, 10 mins to get there. Don't get me wrong. There are chances that fancy houses and less-glam terrace houses can be situated very near. I stayed at the less-glam place. LOLz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder, some of frens were wondering why wouldn't there any people walking around the street? Truth to be told, the restaurant is located in a sub-urban area and it's not like, that's the Mont Kiara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where would i stay in future?? Stay with parents or independently rent-controlled apartment?? Maybe i'm too westernized or something, i recently got inspired that living with parents at 20s is kinda weird. I mean, not to mention you're supposed to be financially stable to live your own but how about ur hmm, life? like, love, relationship or anything??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in the other way, it's nice to stay with parents when u have the thought of taking care of them rather than "tax deductible" for personal assets or "no-need-to-pay-rent" kind of motive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's just absurd to self-think about eternally in certain age. People grow up and getting old. More responsibilities to hold. It's worse when nothing didn't accomplish and you have to suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-8958267545762416602?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/8958267545762416602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=8958267545762416602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/8958267545762416602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/8958267545762416602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/suburb.html' title='Suburb'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-1025879063639186784</id><published>2009-03-16T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:32:13.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little more ranting</title><content type='html'>It's sad when you're financially screwed up. You have to forgo a lot of good things in your life. Not to mention that might be your first without parents involved. You might have to ditch yourself for having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so miserable these days. No goal, No plan, No objectives...just nothing. Been seeking for the moment. It'd be too exaggerated if i said moment of life cos it'd too young for me to say that. But life has stages, each stage should have a moment. I just need to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been less ranting about people tho people used to judge or being judged. It's a human nature, don't cha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to listen D'eux  lyrically and melodically by Celine Dion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-1025879063639186784?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1025879063639186784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=1025879063639186784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1025879063639186784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1025879063639186784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-more-ranting.html' title='A little more ranting'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-5345662152078941169</id><published>2009-03-04T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:00:09.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton outing</title><content type='html'>After finishing the less-fatigue activities, i went home and hoped to have a nice nap or  to do something else, but i went to play badminton with a bunch of frens. Pretty awesome when the sweating till my clothes almost come off. So, i just said about the upper part, the shirt, but unfortunately my pants came off accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong! Not the whole pants came off! It's just the bottom part got tear-off due to some less-fabulous-actions when catching the "badminton ball". I'm sorry, i just cant think of the term. LOLz. So uhm, the situation caused my right leg exposed, but it's not fully exposed, it's like, the side of the leg. I was pretty embarrased by myself since my panties also got exposed too when i jumped or whateva actions i did to catch the "badminton ball". THank god i wasn't wearing pink-ish or reddish panties. Lolz,  just kidding, i dun have such festive kind of underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all i had to do is to have fun playing the games, not worrying about people judging my underwear. Hehe. In fact, i had a great time tho, sweating is nothing but awesome. I'm sure i'm gonna have aches sooner or later. And trust me, i know one of my housemates got a clip of my wardrobe malfunction. Pretty funny tho when seeing myself as body exposed person, hehe, only the leg part. I wonder if he has another clip with my underwear exposed. See if i could grab from him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-5345662152078941169?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5345662152078941169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=5345662152078941169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5345662152078941169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5345662152078941169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/badminton-outing.html' title='Badminton outing'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-3268307651837150274</id><published>2009-03-02T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:52:09.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>This is nothing but awesome! Reality shows are back. Survivor and The Amazing Race. They are the latest season, y'all. Speaking of survivor, there was one night, specifically midnight, there was a repeat airing for Survivor: China. Hehe, one of the best, all i could rmb are pee-geih, the asian english speaking survivor, and amanda, longest time in survivor history. It's just too bad that both were the losers. Amanda even worse, two seasons in a row and she was almost gonna win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have to manage my time well this time, more shows are coming in, like DH, GA, UB, B&amp;amp;S. Can u imagine that there are like 6 episodes in a week? That's kinda much when all come at once. Most prolly will watch 2 episodes once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, tomorrow has the postponed french quiz. That sucks, I'm getting nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-3268307651837150274?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3268307651837150274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=3268307651837150274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3268307651837150274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3268307651837150274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-86338687375379325</id><published>2009-02-28T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:00:40.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>The dateline is coming due. I haven't done anything but let the time flies. It's no point to talk about it because no one cares about your screwed up. One time failure is already enough to drag you into hell. I should be thankful cos the second failure never hit me although it almost did. Perhaps i should search for emotionally console but it's not about emotion thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those second time failures, how did you pull it through? It's not just emotionally hurt but financially, it should have hit you! You seemed to spend like millions of penny. All I could think of it's family support. Not to mention the monthly/weekly basis of allowances. Your family is nothing but generous. Sure none of you haven't hit by the cynical judgements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-86338687375379325?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/86338687375379325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=86338687375379325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/86338687375379325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/86338687375379325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-7621495867822296758</id><published>2009-02-18T03:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T03:57:15.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops! Hilarious</title><content type='html'>A CNN anchor confuses "peanuts" with "penis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the LOL-licious clip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-649f54755f874204" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D649f54755f874204%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330218169%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39B7C3C9FBC3701B159DE00D2CE790FE04FBB1B7.54301677B3E7E682B6A58512E6221C73344E581%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D649f54755f874204%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbfyossn_75-RLer53ClIfgeFz20&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D649f54755f874204%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330218169%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39B7C3C9FBC3701B159DE00D2CE790FE04FBB1B7.54301677B3E7E682B6A58512E6221C73344E581%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D649f54755f874204%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbfyossn_75-RLer53ClIfgeFz20&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Georgia is the top "penis" producing state?? LOLs!!Should be "peanuts", Zain!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-7621495867822296758?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=649f54755f874204&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7621495867822296758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=7621495867822296758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7621495867822296758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7621495867822296758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/oops-hilarious.html' title='Oops! Hilarious'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-1752561814813936803</id><published>2009-02-15T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:47:29.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>I dunno if i ever gonna watch TVB drama again. It's just getting shitty and boring. Recently I just finished The Gem of Life. You thought wrong, i didn't follow each of the 82 episodes every single weekdays, that's kinda crazy if i ever did tat. Well, i even skipped the middle and continue watching at almost the 80th episode, kinda like 75th or something. Although it's kinda blurred but i knew there's no point to watch from head to toe. I knew it'd be boring towards the end. Just too much casts and some might have to be killed off by natural death, heart attack, cancer, blablahbla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, it's better to watch america's tv series. Of course, they might have more than 100 episodes but it's split into several seasons. The tv series i meant are those called dramedy, like uhm, drama+comedy. Those are dramatic yet funny. The difference btwn those with TVB is that there'd be messages implied in every episodes. Like, the casts would have their voice over in the beginning and the end of the episode. Story-telling, something like that. Very novel-ty. And each of the episode has its own title. Most of the messages implied are related to our life. So, it's kinda amazing to watch those. Every single character is interesting and funny, even a charmless one would have hilarious moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing is that the dramedies are not aired every weekdays or everyday. They only aired once a week. A lil suspension and expectation of what's gonna happen in next episodes. It's good tho, like i have more times to study rather watching every episodes every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-1752561814813936803?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1752561814813936803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=1752561814813936803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1752561814813936803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1752561814813936803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-2004340343954623876</id><published>2009-02-11T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:34:33.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision of Love??</title><content type='html'>One of my frens asked me about this saturday, The Big Day! Like uhm, what's your plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda confused, the big day? sounds like, what? u already have test on Week 2 of the semester? After he told me that it's Valentine's Day, i was like, "Oh, that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, most prolly im still single and less fabulous and of course i know the Valentine's is 14th of Feb but i just didnt realize it's just around the corner. I bet the day would be a holiday for the couples or those non-publicly-announced kind of couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what they do in tat so-called special day. Havent they already spent time together like everyday, shopping, eating, or outings?? Let me guess, a more extravanganza kind of dinner?? or some sparkling diamonds for the &lt;span &gt;rich or some cute dolls for less better people??What's so special about Valentine's??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about those secret rendezvous? They cannot be seen in public. U know, like they are the celebrities or something, there's no even a paparazzi in this shitty town. And yes, i mean Cyber. It's just a piece of land with cuter buildings. So, what are they gonna do in that "Big Day"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the vision of love? That's Mariah's first song she ever written and i, as one of her supportive fans, haven't inspired by the song. Besides, i had watched Sex and the City for like million times, no inspiration yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh?&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-2004340343954623876?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2004340343954623876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=2004340343954623876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2004340343954623876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2004340343954623876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/vision-of-love.html' title='Vision of Love??'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-5578291949011053066</id><published>2009-02-01T04:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:43:12.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday....It is</title><content type='html'>It just ended so fast. I thought of let's get it over with but since it really comes to an end, i start to think let's prolong it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the holiday,  folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it! Should have inspiration or expectation by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydream, is it a verb or noun? Can i say i have daydreams or should i say, i've been daydreaming about things??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday is just a phase for me to daydream! lol, it works as a verb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts in less than 48 hrs. Hope to be inspired by the lecturers or tutors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's another lame post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-5578291949011053066?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5578291949011053066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=5578291949011053066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5578291949011053066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5578291949011053066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/holidayit-is.html' title='Holiday....It is'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-35497011506416373</id><published>2009-01-26T10:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:24:59.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新年快乐</title><content type='html'>恭喜发财！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm the first one who says it...Lol...Angpao time..Just receive...It's good to be single and fabulous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish y'all all the best in your wishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-35497011506416373?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/35497011506416373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=35497011506416373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/35497011506416373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/35497011506416373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='新年快乐'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-5614958071460619548</id><published>2009-01-19T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:11:35.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any recipe?</title><content type='html'>While everyone is dwelling on their past, I've been thinking of how am i gonna spend my loan for coming months. The shitty economy, however have inspired me to think about my spendings in coming months. In fact, I even imagined how much i can saved up if I dont have any hunger neeeds. I spent a lot in food. Not to mention the take-outs, dining-in could have cost a lot of expenses. Since the food in Cyber is awfully sucks, I think of cooking myself. I have kitchen in my rent-controlled apartment with stoves provided, why don't I fully utilised them. The bad thing is I dun have a fridge to keep the raw materials stuff. I feel that buying ingredients in bulks can save a lot. But i can't afford to buy a new fridge, i'll just buy the stuff in fresh then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?? Any economical recipes for me?? Been thinking of Instant Noodles, it's amazingly cheap and quick. But we all know the consequences of having too much of those!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-5614958071460619548?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5614958071460619548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=5614958071460619548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5614958071460619548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5614958071460619548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/47th.html' title='Any recipe?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-6454465839112055609</id><published>2009-01-11T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:58:49.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday!!!It started like 2 days ago, after finishing the HRM finals. And i dun feel like wanna talk about it...Another to be slipped away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhm, been thinking several plans in my holidays. Since my friends are either back to school or have their own plans without noticing me, i started to think to read novels...I haven't started yet but i believe i'm gonna do it tonite....I guess i'm gonna spend my holidays all by myself...Oh yea, say bonjour to french soon, i'm gonna learn a brand new language in coming term...Mayb i should start learning it online...at least some very basics stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like wanna travel but the break is awfully short...Not to mention i've to clean up my house very soon and i wonder if i have to do the shopping spree soon....All these wishes have to be considered wisely cos it's related to $$$.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway, it's another crappy entry....I'm so not inspired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-6454465839112055609?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6454465839112055609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=6454465839112055609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/6454465839112055609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/6454465839112055609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/holidayit-started-like-2-days-ago-after.html' title=''/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-3328682853239468433</id><published>2009-01-09T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:48:12.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little more blogging</title><content type='html'>It all comes down to one paper. After the guerriling last minute study+revision, it finally comes to an end. Can't wait for the 3 weeks holiday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't planned what am i gonna do. Been thinking to finish the novel that i bought years ago at YMCA cheap sales yet second hand or whateva it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to have a plan to learn managing myself especially a financial plan...Plan, implement, control, evaluate...I'm so management-ish right now...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's not hoping taking supplementaries....Hope i can do better this time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Us Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-3328682853239468433?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3328682853239468433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=3328682853239468433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3328682853239468433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3328682853239468433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-more-blogging.html' title='Little more blogging'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-9171475966208197767</id><published>2009-01-08T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:11:26.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling of being threatened??</title><content type='html'>What's the feeling of being threatened? I mean not physically threathened. It's kinda like the self-status in a community. Do you ever feel when you're status in that community being threatened by someone who could replace u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this thought when I know Mariah Carey was threatened by younger artist like Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera few years back. She was basically having nervous breakdown physically and emotionally aka insane. She worked herself so hard to sustain her status as the favourite female star. Though she came back to the top on 2005 with her best selling album of the year, The Emancipation of Mimi but now she has to compete with even younger artists like Rihanna or Beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, is the threatening matter ghost on you before? Like you used to be the top amongst the community and your status might be replaced by the people you thought they are not credible enough to be the top??In fact, i felt i was a threat. This was during primary school. you know, that UPSR thing, i had a BFF aka Best Friend Forever, who used to be at the top. However, she screwed up and incredibly i was getting better result in school exams towards the real exam. Eventually, my "As" in the UPSR outnumbered hers. She was kinda upset and we didn't really have chance to talk since then. I was convinced that she was sick during the exams and didn't perform well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply this to Mariah Carey case. They both worked so hard towards the end and they were like physically exhaustion. Just that MC's had extra emotionally exhaustion. Were they being threatened by their surroundings?? And eventually or during the process of achieving objectives, they got exhausted. And p/s MC and Britney were not friends or BFF. They were just a public figure. MC's threats were wider as her vocal range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rgrds,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-9171475966208197767?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/9171475966208197767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=9171475966208197767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/9171475966208197767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/9171475966208197767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-of-being-threatened.html' title='Feeling of being threatened??'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-5637172977213479840</id><published>2009-01-07T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:40:00.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canton</title><content type='html'>I used to listen english songs and one or two malay songs. Wasn't a chinese songs fans since the millenium. Maybe one or two chinese songs i always like, Jacky Cheung isn't bad. But i only listen to his duets which is the TVB theme songs. Two songs indeed. I would once a while go youtube to listen those two songs. Just for the nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I am inspired by Linda Chung. The ending song in a TVB drama, The Gem of Life, she nailed it. Totally fabulous. I've been searching this song over the Net and i am still couldn't find the full mp3 version. All I have is just the half of it. And i can't belive i'm playing this song for countless time. And very recent, ive found out another of her song, it's called "kei sat ngo han bat fai lok", in english called, "I'm not happy actually". Not bad!!&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts??&lt;br /&gt;Do anyone have the full mp3 for the song? i mean the ending song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rgrds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-5637172977213479840?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5637172977213479840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=5637172977213479840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5637172977213479840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5637172977213479840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/canton.html' title='Canton'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-3656786645426316490</id><published>2009-01-06T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:31:44.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define hard questions</title><content type='html'>How do you define hard questions? I just finished my PSA few hours. It's kinda sucks. I have nothing to say whether it's hard or easy. Not to say, i'm in the middle between these two, but i couldnt but wonder, what's the definition of hard questions. In fact, im pretty sure everyone has their perspectives rgrds the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might thought they couldn't answer means the questions were hard. But some people, when they can answer the questions, they think it's easy. Like they know their answers are gonna get full marks or at least high scores. I started to think the perspective of a hard question is stipulated by a person own view. They might be just blaming the question or yet the lecturers rather to themselves. This indeed is happening to me. Right after the shitty test, i've been saying to myself that this was the lecturer's fault or the problem of the question itself. But after the shitty tests ive been taking throughout the course that im taking, dun u think it's started to feel a lil bit of absurd when there are so many problematic lecturers while they are still people out there getting uhm, 4.00???I'm wondering, would it be just because of my own attitude?? I should have started the studying part since the day one, last minute work reallly bad. Not to mention it's short trimester, but last minute work could not ensure u can memorize some tiny parts which might be coming out in the exam I've got to admit it's my problem of the failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the difficulty of the question, i believe a question is deemed as hard when u r required to apply the knowledge in the situation given in the question. Not to mention u have to shit out the core principles but u have apply it in that situation. Some key words are crucial for explaining those principles. Once u shit-off the words, u'll be off the heaven's gate. Besides, writing skills are very important here. I could still remember my MUET lecturer said every paper that the students are going to write in tertiary level has to be one point per paragraph. Don't shit everything in one hell of a paragraph. Each of them has to be clear defined and explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the PSA paper, I think i sucked because i couldn't recall the points that ive been memorizing for only one or two days of effort. I think i'm dumb in some way cos some might memorize everything well. More brain cells, i guess. I'm pretty sure the question is kinda straightforward. I could even remember which it's on which lecture slides, but i just couldnt help myself in shitting those out the points in my paper. I  feel like the paper is like Sejarah. It's either you know or don't know. All i can hope from the lecturer to find any relevance from my answers, as long as it's making sense and give me the damn marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take supplementary exams. The history cannot be revived!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-3656786645426316490?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3656786645426316490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=3656786645426316490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3656786645426316490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3656786645426316490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/define-hard-questions.html' title='Define hard questions'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-7188321799304400110</id><published>2009-01-05T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:54:02.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>39th....Shit</title><content type='html'>It's my 39th post of my third blog. (Don't read if you're easily offended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of blog, it's one of the questions in the ec paper which i sit at few hrs ago. The question was asking how that person can earn by writing blogs. I tried my best to shit something out and the funny thing is i've been writing blogs and I dun get single penny from that google adsense. Perhaps blog readers dun read shits, so i dun get any single shitty cent. Lol, so many "shits" in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm hoping tomorrow neva comes or at least the world stands still for another day or two. I hate of the history that i might be stuck during the exam, like nothing to say or write. Even shits couldn't come out my mind. Hope y'all never think of that grossy thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hmm, i gotta continue eat the study materials and hopefully i can shit something out tomorrow...Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitty Best,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-7188321799304400110?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7188321799304400110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=7188321799304400110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7188321799304400110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7188321799304400110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/39thshit.html' title='39th....Shit'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-903169083605755851</id><published>2009-01-04T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:54:00.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas/ New Year....0809</title><content type='html'>I guess it's kinda late to talk about xmas right now. Last year aka 2008 xmas was the worst xmas ive ever had in my life. Though I had a xmas dinner at my aunt's place and got a same present as the other cousin, but the mood wasn't there. Not to mention i had to edit and less proofread the HR assignment, those few weeks been busy for other school assignments and shitty midterm exams. I only get to carol through the whole night. Thank god I was able to grab some nice carols from Kenny G and surprisingly I'm still listening to those right to this second. In fact, I was gonna decorate my room or house or something to joy for the season. Thanks to the shits. I couldn't wait to salute you with my one-middle-fingure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even this happened during new year's eve. I was shockingly having a midnight-yam-cha at mamak stall. I used to go to somewhere to countdown for this occasion with less-impressive-than-olympic kind of fireworks. Special thanks to bullshit PSA syllabus which I'm still working to finish it. I salute you with my both one-middle fingure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get the fever over. Few more days to go. Folks, all the best and oh yea, never gonna forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!(although i'm eternally young and amnot gonna talk about my age cos there's no point to talk about that cos like i said, im eternally young....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-903169083605755851?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/903169083605755851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=903169083605755851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/903169083605755851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/903169083605755851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/xmas-new-year0809.html' title='Xmas/ New Year....0809'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-669981718965030695</id><published>2009-01-03T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:06:31.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress, Question mark or Exclamation Point??</title><content type='html'>How do you define stress? I think stress is like a psychological status where you feel your goal is not going to be accomplished. People have set standard in their life, some people wanna be perfect in their work, in the studies or in their life. They started to freak out when they feel that the goal that set has the probability of getting failed. Or in the words, they are afraid of being fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the standard, people wanna be perfect in life. They do not want to be just a mediocre. They wanna be classified as perfectionist. They feel that people who is not perfect are dumb. Models wanna be as thin as possible. Like a stick figure with no souls. I remember when i was younger, I always wanted to get distinctions in my every exam and you know it never worked. I almost being clueless of what would i be in future by getting those "Bs". That was so exam orientated, wasn't it? Not to say I can foresee my future but u know the point that i'm saying, dun you? I bet it's still happen in every students nowadays even in tertiary education. They feel kinda stress because of uhm, exam fever, i bet! Some people are afraid of getting failed and some surprisingly afraid of getting a B or exaggerated B++. It's like whatever less than A, they see themselves as dumb or in Malay word, not "KUAT" which i learnt it in my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these stuff i heard it from a friend of mine who had just finished her studies and I really wonder which am i supposed to be classified? The stress, exclamation point or the stress, question mark?Do you got what i meant? "??" as just thinking too much, being too hard to yourself. "!!!" as really stress, afraid of getting failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I believe everyone has their own perception of being perfect or had-done-my-job-well. Hopefully the fever goes and would never be back in future. I think the "Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda" can prevent from getting the fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-669981718965030695?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/669981718965030695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=669981718965030695&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/669981718965030695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/669981718965030695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/stress-question-mark-or-exclamation.html' title='Stress, Question mark or Exclamation Point??'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-5754024859442846563</id><published>2009-01-02T08:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:58:53.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneezing....bitchily sucks</title><content type='html'>This is not good! How can i be sneezing for the whole day?? It's not like I was getting a cold or something. It's constantly "tersumbat" in my nose. I barely could breath by using my nose these days, I got two holes but now only one hole is working. This is foul. I think this clog had caused me headache sometimes. I wonder this is due to the  in-sufficient of oxygen to my brain. Perhaps this might procrastinate my studies. ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard some people suggested that this might due to less getting of sleep. Perhaps they are right, immune system becomes low. Well, i dunno, some said it's triggered by coffee. Lol, that's kinda garbage, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pretty easy to bitch how sucks in life. It's the fever thing, folks! EXAM fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-5754024859442846563?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5754024859442846563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=5754024859442846563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5754024859442846563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5754024859442846563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/sneezingbitchily-sucks.html' title='Sneezing....bitchily sucks'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-4973155601256456597</id><published>2009-01-01T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:53:31.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is foul"</title><content type='html'>"This is foul!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to use this phrase instead of "crap", "shoot", "f***", "s***" these days. I think i was inspired by the movie i chose for my HR assignment, The Devil Wears Prada. I just got it from one of the scenes in the movie. Like i said, ive been saying the phrase these days basically due to shitty things that happened to me. Awful-to-mention kind of exam results, shitty-low kind of coursework marks. Well, I think I have suck them up. Deal with them. Holidays,  I couldn't wait for any longer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's my first post of this new year. It's kinda sucks cos basically people will talk about the memorable things that they have done last year and now i've got nothing to say. I couldn't help but wonder, What are the things that I've done for last year? Awfully, I couldn't think even one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget my shits. Happy New Year, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-4973155601256456597?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/4973155601256456597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=4973155601256456597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/4973155601256456597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/4973155601256456597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-foul.html' title='&quot;This is foul&quot;'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-8126364565506015693</id><published>2008-12-31T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:03:26.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing you a lovely wedded life!!</title><content type='html'>After attending the bride's side wedding dinner, I'm back to Cyber, starting the guerilla-the-mission-impossible last minute study. I think I'm sucked this time, not to mention the PSA midterm result which has the awful result. I bet that lecturer didn't take much time to mark my paper, good for her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that wedding dinner, the bride is my cousin sister. I have 4 old-er cousin sisters. One of them is the bride. I always thought they are the single and fabulous gals in the town. So thrilled for the bride when she got married. Her hubby doesnt look bad, a nice guy indeed. So folks, photos arent gonna do the talking this time. I'm the one who talks, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be another wedding at the groom's side. All of the bride's side family are invited. It's on today, I supposed to open the car door for the groom to get the bride at her house. Too bad, i have to sit the shitty exams next week, i can't go to the wedding party. I feel bad about myself, she even called me whether i could come to the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i can't be there to wish u so i hope i can send u my warmest blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Happy wedded life and wishing you joy and happiness always!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;LongLong&lt;br /&gt;your dearest cousin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-8126364565506015693?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/8126364565506015693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=8126364565506015693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/8126364565506015693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/8126364565506015693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishing-you-lovely-wedded-life.html' title='Wishing you a lovely wedded life!!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-1983013799067281189</id><published>2008-12-19T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:29:55.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over: Survivor Gabon</title><content type='html'>Survivor Gabon has finally over. The finale was great. Double elimination. It's Top 5 and at the last episode, two candidates were kicked out from the competition. I really thought he would have won the game, but thanks to that un-educated b-ytch. She supposed to have a stronger alliance with him and how would she make such decision and eventually everyone would know who's the sole survivor if the other one is still in the top 3? It's still the tribe-thing, merged tribe would neva make them united, they were still gonna vote for the same tribe at the final council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i can't wait for the next season, it's on February....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-1983013799067281189?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1983013799067281189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=1983013799067281189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1983013799067281189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1983013799067281189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/over-survivor-gabon.html' title='Over: Survivor Gabon'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-3768848013601729208</id><published>2008-12-12T04:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:32:26.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>420am</title><content type='html'>It's a short post at 420am, drinking a cup of free sample "nescafe mild" coffee. Have u heard of the "nescafe mild" coffee? It's one of the 3-diff-3-in-1 coffee; rich, regular, and mild. I believe it's more sugar, more creamer/ coffeemate, perhaps less caffeine, which is not really my type. Well, i let myself to drink the mild coffee because i still haven't done anything yet for the whole day and i'm still up for no reason. I'm not gonna reward myself to have "Nescafe Gold". I just thought of up till 6am, wish the little caffeine works on me.. I need to accomplish one thing that i had planned for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do anyone of u think that i can be like resting for 2 to 3 hrs and start a new day tomorrow? It's not the exam period but i'm afraid that i can be insane. But i still have to prep for some prior commitments which i havent done...Darn, bloody hell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-3768848013601729208?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3768848013601729208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=3768848013601729208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3768848013601729208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3768848013601729208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/420am.html' title='420am'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-2736535618526876567</id><published>2008-12-11T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:19:00.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor Gabon</title><content type='html'>Oh crap, i can't wait for the next episode of Survivor Gabon. I wonder if there's any new surprises. I guess the wikipedia has updated the result, there's only one candidate from the Kota tribe in the merge tribe. Hope he can survive for next couple of days. Last week episode was really great. Best strategy ive ever heard. The Kota tribe could even make up a fake story that they had the hidden immunity idol and the Fang tribe could test them if they really had it. Anyone wanted to watch it, u can watch it on youtube. I guess it's still available...I used to watch the episodes on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the last tv reality show i'm gonna watch. ANTM, amazing race, already have the winners. Only survivor left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-2736535618526876567?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2736535618526876567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=2736535618526876567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2736535618526876567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2736535618526876567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/survivor-gabon.html' title='Survivor Gabon'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-3209634114241761043</id><published>2008-12-03T23:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:44:44.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 21st B'day</title><content type='html'>I accidentally opened my msn shared folder and i found out the folder is still having my 21st B'day photos. It was nice and i felt awful about myself cos i was late to the planned party...At first, i heard they planned to celebrate it at Old Town, the "starbucks" wannabe..hehe. but due to my divaness, some went to sleep...So, the venue changed to the dorm. Oh, the "they" that i used was my dorm-mates. Anyway, let's the picture do the talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STa6Vizd9AI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ELISLH6WcQs/s1600-h/18052008244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STa6Vizd9AI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ELISLH6WcQs/s320/18052008244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275608892793811970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my 21st B'day cake. I like the topping but i think it looks feminish..Got flower petals...My lord, the surrounding, i mean the table looked kinda messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STa-KAhccaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/o8x8ttj9Amc/s1600-h/18052008246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STa-KAhccaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/o8x8ttj9Amc/s320/18052008246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275613092659360162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I blowed my birthday candles. Shoot, i forgot to pose..my face look weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STa-Kdz6-sI/AAAAAAAAAE0/njYnyEgpUMM/s1600-h/18052008247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STa-Kdz6-sI/AAAAAAAAAE0/njYnyEgpUMM/s320/18052008247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275613100521487042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can u see the cream on my face? I used my teeth to grab the candles after i blowed the candles. Dear Lord, i bet some of guests were having instant noodles before the party started. I feel bad about myself and the table was evidently messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STa-Kw85UTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3jmEqlbIUxM/s1600-h/18052008253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STa-Kw85UTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3jmEqlbIUxM/s320/18052008253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275613105659400498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the guests who came to my party..One of them was my roomate. Guess who?A big clue is given, who on earth can have such attire in a party? lol, no offense, dude...and p/s they seemed like discussing something....dun u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STa-LuCTtzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-sX4MRfsQQw/s1600-h/18052008257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STa-LuCTtzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-sX4MRfsQQw/s320/18052008257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275613122056664882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tada!!!It's the "Aruba"-  The b'day boy/ girl would be getting this kind treatment. They would be make  sure that your balls or vi-jay-jay is "touched" by the something still. hehe..I got the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STa-MSns1rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sVIqe4Nl0jI/s1600-h/18052008258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STa-MSns1rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sVIqe4Nl0jI/s320/18052008258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275613131877177010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pose!!Chi-Chak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STbD7VKve9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/0dDPFAHD4zE/s1600-h/18052008259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STbD7VKve9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/0dDPFAHD4zE/s400/18052008259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275619437573012434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thoughts? Did I look like struggling? Maybe I was just faking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STbEk0JoKHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xzWRHdJgW6Y/s1600-h/18052008261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STbEk0JoKHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xzWRHdJgW6Y/s400/18052008261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275620150264473714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope i won't be getting any excitement after "Aruba" /  Last Pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks to the Photographer, Lui. Too bad you're not in my album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-3209634114241761043?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3209634114241761043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=3209634114241761043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3209634114241761043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3209634114241761043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-21st-bday.html' title='Post 21st B&apos;day'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/STa6Vizd9AI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ELISLH6WcQs/s72-c/18052008244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-638999097540384479</id><published>2008-11-30T19:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:30:45.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ING</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday evening. Been doing nothing at all for whole day. Perhaps these are things that i've done so far today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;2. Sneezing&lt;br /&gt;3. Daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;4. Caffeinating&lt;br /&gt;5. Watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't I suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Planning&lt;br /&gt;2. Studying                                          &lt;br /&gt;3. Working&lt;br /&gt;4. Reading&lt;br /&gt;5. Practicing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, Have a nice day, fellas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-638999097540384479?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/638999097540384479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=638999097540384479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/638999097540384479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/638999097540384479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/ing.html' title='~ING'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-3137365063605540493</id><published>2008-11-30T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:35:36.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACCA Leadership Conference 2008</title><content type='html'>I went to ACCA LeaderShip Conference which organized by Accounting Club MMU Cyberjaya. I mean the real society...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhm, i was gonna plan to let the pictures to do the talking but for the sake of blogging, i couldn't help to stop writing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the conference started at quite early in the morning, they had invited somebody to talk about how important relationship it is and dun forget the ACCA ppl did come to talk about their thang cos they were apparently the main sponsor. In fact, i bet everyone joined the conference simply because they were fooled by the main prize...oh yea, they had a some kind of explorace after the talking shows...It was supposed to be 500 bucks and eventually it'd became 200 bucks. which means 40 bucks per person....lol, i'm not complaining or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was okay and surprisingly it was catered by the HB3 chicken rice. U know that, right? The high tea with 2 kinds of kuih, donut and curry puff were not really that bad. It's still warm and the teh tarik was superb. Although it didnt the have bubbles on top of the drink, but the taste was nice. Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that explorace, my team was thinking that we're gonna be in Top 3 or something but it didn't happen. We said it's the committee's fault. They gave us the wrong clue and admitted it was right and cause us to receive the same clue twice and the whole race was messed up if it's according to the schedule that they planned. However, the boss gave us the chance but the thing was we might go to a longer journey than other teams. We probably could be the top. Well, who knows? Nobody can assure...Anyway, it was a great experience, i sweat a lot during the race, can u imagine like  shirt that you're wearing would be like all wet and none of the pieces of clothes are in dry condition?To be honest, it's kinda stink and the last time i had that was just last week when i went to a recreational trip - Cycling..and before that trip, the NS stints. I just found out that i'm not a sporty type of dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, just so you know, my team got the Fifth place, and fyi, only top 5 could have the high tea sessions. We managed to talk to one of the chicks from one of the universities that was participated in the race. We got medals for each of us and when we left, we grabbed the ACCA-labeled note book. lol, we thought since we didnt got the cash, just take whateva they had. haha, they need to hire security-type of committees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm hoping to get the team's picture. i saw those pix during the slideshow presentation. Will let those do the talking soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao and Best,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-3137365063605540493?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3137365063605540493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=3137365063605540493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3137365063605540493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3137365063605540493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcacc558a50298115%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330218169%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A3AFE793C13D1D352E93620D6C3524102EC5311.52BA6A1B2FB2DB7F583E59A0382CA9069AE1CA4E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcacc558a50298115%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DobWBdamYxUJBivrPvkYrOlmVFSw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fiyah! Gemilang! Realitiiiiiiiiiii!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-1125829841353483598?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cacc558a50298115&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1125829841353483598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=1125829841353483598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1125829841353483598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1125829841353483598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/gemilang.html' title='Gemilang'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-4494214590899274042</id><published>2008-11-25T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:21:56.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak Out/ Ghetto Fabulous</title><content type='html'>Shoot! I started to hate assignments. Lol, it's like i like them b4. Well, the assignments assigned in this semester are kinda sucks. Not to mention the weekly reports that must be submitted every week but we have to present every week as well. Just thinking about that "presentation" word, already had freaked me out. Besides, Q&amp;amp;A sessions are applied in those presentations. The thought of presenting already almost killed me, the test for ability  to answer questions can send me to the the fricking hell...How can i get over with those shits??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i still have suck them up. Just get it over with. Maybe the thought of being judged could kill me. Anyway, i'm having a cup of Nescafe Gold coffee, the 3 in 1 package. It's absolutely nicer than those regular, rich and mild package. I bought it just for the sake of trying a new product but there was a slogan on the package, "Untuk Yang Menhargai Kemewahan Hidup". I couldn't help but wonder, Is the new product cater to those higher spending consumers? Gosh, I'm so broke right now and i'm still trying that only-for-paris-hilton kind of products. Dang it, I'm so Ghetto Fabulous....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-4494214590899274042?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/4494214590899274042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=4494214590899274042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/4494214590899274042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/4494214590899274042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/freak-out-ghetto-fabulous.html' title='Freak Out/ Ghetto Fabulous'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-5588797731192371598</id><published>2008-11-23T05:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T06:14:34.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post at 542am</title><content type='html'>Sweet mother of god, can u really believe this? I just woke up like 5 minutes ago. It's only 545am. Well, i had a very exhausting trip yesterday and when i got home, after i clean myself, i straight went to bed. In fact, around 1am, i was awaken naturally. Most probably due to nothing can be done, i just continue my weird dream journey. It's pretty scarry, like human eats human flesh. Therefore, the total bedtime was exactly 12 hours(consecutively) for 2 days, the day before i hardly get myself sleep in heavenly peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, many things need to catch up. The drama, the assignments, the study. Only one episode of drama is allowed per day starting from this moment...I really wonder if i could do that. Well, i'm signing off now, wish everyone well whoever had injured during the trip and have a good rest (most probably u already had) for those whoever exhausted during the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-5588797731192371598?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5588797731192371598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=5588797731192371598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5588797731192371598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/5588797731192371598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/short-post.html' title='Short Post at 542am'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-207500582928170695</id><published>2008-11-21T12:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:01:23.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it happen - Mimi</title><content type='html'>This is a song lyrics that i could capture without listening the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not more than 3 short years ago&lt;br /&gt;I was abandoned and alone&lt;br /&gt;Without a penny to name&lt;br /&gt;So very young and so afraid&lt;br /&gt;No proper shoes upon my feet&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i couldn't even eat&lt;br /&gt;I often myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;still i have to keep on going&lt;br /&gt;never knowing&lt;br /&gt;if i could take it&lt;br /&gt;if i would make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;i held on to my faith&lt;br /&gt;i struggled and i prayed&lt;br /&gt;and now i finally find my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe yourself and know what you want&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna make it happen&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know life can be so tough&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like giving up&lt;br /&gt;but you must be strong&lt;br /&gt;baby, just hold on&lt;br /&gt;never find the answer and throw it like a way&lt;br /&gt;i used to feel the way you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;I got my feet on solid ground&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord&lt;br /&gt;If you believe into your soul&lt;br /&gt;just hold on tight and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;you can make it&lt;br /&gt;make it happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-207500582928170695?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/207500582928170695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=207500582928170695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/207500582928170695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/207500582928170695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/make-it-happen-mimi.html' title='Make it happen - Mimi'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-632445699171023085</id><published>2008-11-19T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:28:56.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right to dream - Mimi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I lay awake sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Scared to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder where I left myself&lt;br /&gt;I lost the will to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night melts into morning&lt;br /&gt;Still it's cold beneath the sun&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the fire in me's languishing&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too frozen to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;There's a distant glimmer of hope&lt;br /&gt;I find&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Someone strong still resides&lt;br /&gt;And I know she's gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;In time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you see&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot to dream&lt;br /&gt;There's more than this for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel lands with broken wings&lt;br /&gt;Warms me with his eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the ice that sheaths around my heart&lt;br /&gt;Unravel as he smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I grew up locked in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;So I learned to block the pain&lt;br /&gt;But I won't give up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've come to life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-632445699171023085?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/632445699171023085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=632445699171023085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/632445699171023085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/632445699171023085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/right-to-dream-mimi.html' title='Right to dream - Mimi'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-1818163052950249262</id><published>2008-11-19T02:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:30:54.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>Languishing&lt;br /&gt;Vanishing&lt;br /&gt;Fading away&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right to dream?Do i even have a dream? I've dreamed about being a celebrity, like Mimi, like Jac, like Whitney...Of course i know i'm not gonna be like them so once a while i would be in my fantasy land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the drive? Where's the fiyah? Can I make something happen? Been thinking a lot of things, a good one, a bad one, an impossible one, a stupid one, a smart one......Plan, control, manage, can these be done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year has gone by, Who am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-1818163052950249262?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1818163052950249262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=1818163052950249262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1818163052950249262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1818163052950249262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-917473917845135449</id><published>2008-11-16T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:24:56.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Mariah</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9381824877e20206" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9381824877e20206%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330218169%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B392FA4513E949FDA99A3831EA00245DBF4EC5E.58E09146D82E1564211BDA5B90FA753B586F8C7D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9381824877e20206%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXSt4-XlJ_QpiAmQ9AO1-f-NF2hs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9381824877e20206%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330218169%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B392FA4513E949FDA99A3831EA00245DBF4EC5E.58E09146D82E1564211BDA5B90FA753B586F8C7D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9381824877e20206%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXSt4-XlJ_QpiAmQ9AO1-f-NF2hs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi appeared &lt;span style=""&gt;Live @ The &lt;b&gt;St&lt;/b&gt;. John The &lt;b&gt;Divine&lt;/b&gt; Church in Manhattan New York 1994. It's Christmas season now. I gotta be a lil bit of festive here. The performance was really festive, dun u think? Wanna guess the title of the song??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surprisingly a stellar performance. Isn't it? Correction, "was". We miss the old Mimi. Where's the fiyah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-917473917845135449?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9381824877e20206&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/917473917845135449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=917473917845135449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/917473917845135449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/917473917845135449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-mariah.html' title='Christmas Mariah'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-2353640338646399876</id><published>2008-11-16T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:41:51.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define "academically talented"</title><content type='html'>What defines "academically talented"? Y'all know it refers to students who have good grades in their academic performance. In Malaysia, high schoolers always referred as academically talented when they got distinctions in their core exams like UPSR, PMR, and SPM. They compare each other by comparing how many "As" they got. If you've got less, you're out of the business. For those who used to got "As", they won't even appreciate the "Bs" because they don't want to be just mediocre. Not to mention the average "Cs" which they couldn't define at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the question, what's really defines academically talented? Take the university grading system as example. Y'all know it's something called GPA or CGPA thing. The best would be 4.00 and at the least you had to have is the average 2.00. I bet you've heard about first class, second class and blahblahblah. All these s**** define how well the students perform in varsities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, can it be just defined as getting good grades? 11As? 4.00? Aren't they supposed to have better "grades" in other attributes?? Maybe a leadership skills, communication skills??Just imagine what on earth the person would be if he got 4.00 but speak broken english. I'm not judging or something, i just wonder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-2353640338646399876?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2353640338646399876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=2353640338646399876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2353640338646399876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2353640338646399876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/define-academically-talented.html' title='Define &quot;academically talented&quot;'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-1934891750378588270</id><published>2008-11-14T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:50:48.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Initial, do you have one?</title><content type='html'>Do you have Initials? Initial is like a one of nicknames that people used to be called. For instance, Mariah Carey as MC although she has millions of names to represent herself like MC, Mimi, Mimoo, butterfly, DivaM or whatever. Well, a best of friend of mine, Grey called himself G and I was called M simply because i like Mariah and Miranda, a cast in Sex and the City. Both characters have the initial of M. Besides, there's a drama called Brothers&amp;amp;Sisters, the siblings have their own initial and surprisingly the initials were used by their father as the password of his secret account. Don't you think it's cool? My best called me M, some virtual frens in the internet called me HL which suggested "HL Milk", some kind of brand. And p/s i dun drink milk. Hmmm, maybe i'll try chocolate milk or strawberry milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all just get one. Sometimes names are hard to call and they are awfully mis-pronounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-1934891750378588270?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1934891750378588270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=1934891750378588270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1934891750378588270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1934891750378588270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/initial-do-you-have-one.html' title='Initial, do you have one?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-633292504412740310</id><published>2008-11-13T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:04:26.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird dream. Deja Vu?</title><content type='html'>Has anyone encountered weird dream in your life? I had many of them throughout my life, it's illogical and  most of the time it didn't make sense and hard to recall some parts of the dream. It's fresh when i woke up after the few seconds then i could just forgot the whole part or partial of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like few hours, i had a dream which was so real and of course part of it it's totally weird. It happened at my old house at Segambut which means i'm living at Cheras now. Well, it started when i heard my mom's back from work and she was kinda saying this with higher pitch of voice. So, i was curious and ran out of the house and saw her car was hit. It's like i knew tat was the second time of being hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was another car(BMW)  which it's the car that hit my mom's car. Surprisingly my dad was there, and three of them were like discussing something. I heard they said "48" at first, it's like insurance kind of thing, or insurable kind of stuff. After that, the lady in the car came out from her car and my dad was asking what's her occupation. She was an accounting lecturer in KBA college and my dad was introducing me to her cos in that dream i was still studying in accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream almost came an end when they negotiate the no. "48" to "46" and finally the dream ended when my roomate, JS woke me up cos he wanted to ask me whether i wannna join him with other coursemates for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i feel it's weird because at first i already moved to Cheras when i start study in MMU as an accountant-to-be/wannabe. Secondly, when i knew it was hit by the second time because the first time happened at the Cheras house. Was there any Deja Vu or something? Thirdly, what the hell with that "46" and "48"?? My parents was relieved when it's changed from "48" to "46". Fourthly, why my dad asked her about her occupation and talked about me afterwards and What's KBA college? U saw it right, it's KBA, not KBU...Besides, my dad shouldn't be at home when my mom got home, he should be working at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the dream about Deja Vu?? Am I going back to Segambut because i knew the hit was the second time cos the first time was in the Cheras home?? Is my dad gonna be retired before i graduate? And most importantly, Is the No. "48" and "46" suggest some fortune, like lottery or something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, this is just another weird dream...And fellas, dun forget to buy lottery if y'all believe it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-633292504412740310?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/633292504412740310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=633292504412740310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/633292504412740310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/633292504412740310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/weird-dream-deja-vu.html' title='Weird dream. Deja Vu?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-7599536852417535986</id><published>2008-11-13T03:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:13:12.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polite or Impolite email??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SRsqty1zDoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/p08usDFd9J4/s1600-h/%E8%BE%BE%E5%88%B0.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SRsqty1zDoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/p08usDFd9J4/s400/%E8%BE%BE%E5%88%B0.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267851155369823874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sending this email to Ms. Norewhatevesha, the asst. manager of FOM regarding my subject registration form. I guess i censored some words in that email because it's the official email. Speaking of which, i wish i could just turn it to an angry email but i believe i can just indirectly showing my dissatisfactions about them. The content is as follows:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-7599536852417535986?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7599536852417535986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=7599536852417535986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7599536852417535986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7599536852417535986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/polite-or-impolite-email.html' title='Polite or Impolite email??'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SRsqty1zDoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/p08usDFd9J4/s72-c/%E8%BE%BE%E5%88%B0.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-1066622391908558044</id><published>2008-11-12T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:15:09.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee/ Cookies</title><content type='html'>I guess this is gonna be short one. Been clueless, been thinking a lot and I had no idea how to start with. Correction, have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to be caffeinated by drinking Nescafe. I bought this new product line, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;NESCAFE GASING&lt;/span&gt; during the study week of last trimester. I just found out there's symptom called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;overcaffeinated&lt;/span&gt; and the impact would be like shivering and  anxiety attack or nervous but no breakdown...I just wonder that during my last exam paper that i did in last trimester, POM, i had a short period of hand shivering symptom when i was writing my answers. Was it the effect of overcaffeinated or I wrote too much cos it's been a long time i didn't write for  long answers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at this very late night or very early morning of the next day, I'm having that coffee with some cookies. This was inspired by a TV drama where the actor suggested serving Biscotti, an Italian kind of cookies with coffee. Truth to be told, whateva im having is so Malaysian style, I just bought Chips More and cater it to myself with that Nescafe Gasing. Well, i just assumed that Chips More and Nescafe are only well-known in M'sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-1066622391908558044?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1066622391908558044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=1066622391908558044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1066622391908558044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/1066622391908558044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/coffee-cookies.html' title='Coffee/ Cookies'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-2030736330122052512</id><published>2008-11-10T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:32:43.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre feedback/ angry email</title><content type='html'>I am gonna send this angry email to the faculty if they won't let me to register PSA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a student who is supposed to register a subject that was proposed in the course structure of my degree program. The matter that the faculty should be concerned of is the maximum capacity offered for the students to register in the Trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't the people supposed to check the maximum capacity of students to be registered in that subject? How the hell would capacity reached its maximum capacity? Stop giving excuses that we as students are supposed to register earlier! If that's the lame excuse, why would the online registration open for several weeks? and p/s i'm not those students who messed around with their course registration like "bring forward" or other stupid reasons. They are the one who used up all those capacity. PLEASE aware that i am supposed to register for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this feedback is attention to the faculty management. Not to mention its "hey-i'm-w****" attitude in dealing with the students. Truth to be told, they are not gonna reply this mail or feedback because i had an awful experience in waiting for no-reply message. The stupid assumption was no-reply means u couldn't get what u wanted. What a silly statement i had ever heard. They didn't even give any rationale for their statement. I wonder they won't even read the feedbacks because they are illiterate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-2030736330122052512?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2030736330122052512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=2030736330122052512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2030736330122052512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/2030736330122052512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/pre-feedback-angry-email.html' title='Pre feedback/ angry email'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-6770964591369346779</id><published>2008-11-10T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:08:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Liar?</title><content type='html'>I think I am a  bad liar. There was a day when i was working at Insight, a team of two who came from Prudential assurance company tried to sell insurance plan to Insight and wanted to meet Theresa, the operational manager of the company. In fact, i was told by Theresa that we should not bother or entertain to those kind of salesperson. Thus, i tried my best to ignore them. However, it turned out that i'm a bad liar and i found it's hard to reject them directly. They were like wondering what's the company about and i "incredibly" told them i had no idea about that company and the funny thing was i lied that i didn't know the name of the Operations Manager. As soon as i knew that they realized my lies, i just asked for their name card and they were kind funny that they'd be back after lunch which i strongly believe they wont return to the office. Although if they would, i had already prepared myself to deal with them for the second time. The first time to meet strangers was kinda freak me out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-6770964591369346779?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6770964591369346779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=6770964591369346779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/6770964591369346779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/6770964591369346779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-liar.html' title='Bad Liar?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-524086322212584767</id><published>2008-11-05T17:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:46:38.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HL's Believe it or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SRFslZe06iI/AAAAAAAAADs/Su6O-YKCTk0/s1600-h/believeitornt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SRFslZe06iI/AAAAAAAAADs/Su6O-YKCTk0/s400/believeitornt.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265108829123963426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not?&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is inspired by Ripley's Believe it Or Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on you whether u wanna believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-524086322212584767?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/524086322212584767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=524086322212584767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/524086322212584767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/524086322212584767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/believe-it-or-not.html' title='HL&apos;s Believe it or not?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SRFslZe06iI/AAAAAAAAADs/Su6O-YKCTk0/s72-c/believeitornt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-6190927897026253156</id><published>2008-11-05T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:54:13.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieved</title><content type='html'>Thank you Lord, i was thinking that i must be failed one or 2 subjects. It was really lucky. One more step, i'd be saying "hihi" to hell.  To be honest, i believe i can do better if i really work hard in the last trimester, one of them, BDS, in the early semester, i'd told me that this subject is gonna get A eventually but i was not paying attention in the class and towards the final, i fucked up. I know i've been saying this all the time. I need to work harder and harder. I'm sure i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry that one of my coursemates did not pass for certain subjects. I am not judge him because i know he tried his best for that final.  Keep it up, my fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am thinking a lot of things to say but maybe next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;HL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-6190927897026253156?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6190927897026253156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=6190927897026253156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/6190927897026253156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/6190927897026253156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/relieved.html' title='Relieved'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-150841784025979058</id><published>2008-11-05T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:50:51.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More bitching</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I couldn't sleep and I had lost my appetite. Thanks for the late-released of result. I'm still waiting my advisor's email. Dear adviser, don't make me call you a ***** but at least reply my mail. I won't mind if u say no although i was hoping u were gonna say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth can the faculty didn't release a list of students who need to take supplementary exams. At least I would know whether i'm fail or pass the exams. God damn it, i still have to go through this, not to mention i haven't registered myself in the next term but i have no idea whether i need to take supplementary exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my right? I pay my fees all by myself while some others just ask money from their rich parents and still pretend they are broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-150841784025979058?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/150841784025979058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=150841784025979058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/150841784025979058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/150841784025979058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-bitching.html' title='More bitching'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-7636099344573610726</id><published>2008-11-04T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:27:47.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Less Bitching, Little More Talking</title><content type='html'>Result is supposed to be released today. Am scared and nervous. I wonder if i could pass 2 or 3 out 6 of them. I started to think the exam was like either u know or don't know. The importance of understanding the questions is very crucial. It's not like you are safe although u had finished the syllabus. If you don't understand or misunderstanding the questions, you'd be damn when answering those questions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every one's&lt;/span&gt; gonna try to answer the questions no matter what situations; know or don't know. We try to come up with our own theory, explanation and examples and incredibly make sense of it. I just recalled a word "吹水”， how to say this delicately? Writing skills is crucial, huh? If you can't even write, you're out of the game. It's the truth and i am not praising myself that i can write but the important thing is the ability of making points in your writings and make sure it can be taken. If you didn't write anything, that's even worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is just pray to the lord and hope for miracles or so-called lucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the title is extracted from the email by G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-7636099344573610726?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7636099344573610726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=7636099344573610726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7636099344573610726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/7636099344573610726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-less-bitching-little-more.html' title='Little Less Bitching, Little More Talking'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6970774252265403744.post-3233267255043730750</id><published>2008-11-03T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:21:37.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L Journal : The Third</title><content type='html'>I've been writing blogs since 2 years ago. I was gonna start with friendster but it had a lot of complicated procedures. So i started with MSN spaces, however, it looked too fancy and i didn't feel want to post entries there. Then, i changed to blogspot. It's kinda cool. In fact, i've had two blogs under this Blogspot account. I wanted to write whatever i want but it'd gradually personalized and some people might easily offended when they read the posts. U know, people judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very first place, they can just judge based on different criteria. Language is one of the criteria. They might see it as your language competency. It's so true when u live with a bunch of people who loves competition. They compete every single thing. Sorry no example given, it's the introduction, boys and gals. Anyway, this is the place that i can express myself. It could be the place that i could express my feelings, not when i'd be triggered or depends on my moods. I just thought if you could have the chance to drop by at your own blog, at least write a few words. Don't treat yourself as one hell of a writer. You're just a blogger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i hope this is a reborn of my previous blogs. This is the third. Like music artists, they have their third album too regardless of those crappy singer who can't even make a second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the next post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;H.L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6970774252265403744-3233267255043730750?l=hoeloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3233267255043730750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6970774252265403744&amp;postID=3233267255043730750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3233267255043730750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6970774252265403744/posts/default/3233267255043730750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoeloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/l-journal-third.html' title='L Journal : The Third'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938487224301042087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k0g3rNIxD-4/SXn9QocBwmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YMMLWFpVsQw/S220/bugsy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
