<?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-3265329287254892776</id><updated>2011-12-26T21:16:33.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the skies are blue~~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1405813839716950992</id><published>2011-12-26T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:16:33.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Christmas (Beatles)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cMXQ0VpbBZk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1405813839716950992?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1405813839716950992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1405813839716950992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1405813839716950992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1405813839716950992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-christmas-beatles.html' title='Last Christmas (Beatles)'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cMXQ0VpbBZk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-3742821404846490668</id><published>2011-11-19T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T17:10:00.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixture of Feelings.</title><content type='html'>There is a kind of fren, whom you don't have to meet him/her alwiz, but u will miss him/her occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of fren need not communicate alwiz, need not update each other alwiz; when u see him/her, u will still feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, this kind of fren has ntg to do with lust and affection, its just pure frenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, one of my client guess im 30 yrs old; i really got a shock as i alwiz thought i look younger den my actual age. Look into mirror, and i realize, indeed i grew older in the past one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back the year, in the past 1 year, i realized that i've grew a lot, as a better man. My legal skill (according to many people) had grew more mature, my thoughts and my knowledge as well. Faced various problems, and therefore learned how to compromise with a lots of things. Afterall, still prefer my coffee in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a blog is somethg that im glad to, as reading old posts, it comforts me as i could still see how i used to think/ how my logic used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed, memories are stacking, and friends surrounding me are different. The only thing that im still holding on is my principle, the same and simple one, wondering how long can i hold it. Hopefully, my dearest friends will be there when im really tired of holding, you guys are always part of my life that encourage me to alwiz be better den what i am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im proud to be myself untill today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-3742821404846490668?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/3742821404846490668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=3742821404846490668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3742821404846490668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3742821404846490668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2011/11/mixture-of-feelings.html' title='Mixture of Feelings.'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-6441526969404813960</id><published>2011-09-21T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T01:04:00.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanit and Rabbit</title><content type='html'>So, a friend had grumbled over the phone for me to type a new post, and so i'm here to type somethg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habit, is a very special thgs, which exist in our blood. In every mankind blood. There are of coz good habit and bad habit as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good habit makes u wake up in the early hours of weekdays no matter what kinda headache u r having, bad habit could be of alcohol or tobacco or even drug. Of course, those are in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have always something much complicated, but before that, i must explain y do i say habit is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a reason which i had forgotten, man have inertia, which gives you the reluctant feeling to change somethg. Inertia is by far, one of the major reason of our laziness, such as when u r comfortably sitting down in a soft sofa, u r much reluctant to move. On the other hand, inertia could be also a motivating factor to move you forward, such as when u r running, its harder to stop. Habit could anyway work against your inertia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are half way sleeping, in the most comfortable bed ever, and the weather is very nice; BUT you have a good habit to wake up at 7am everyday, trust me, if its a habit, you will wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's y i claim habit is somethg special, i think it is against natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course then u would say, habit is somehow part of your conscious, which tells you that you must wake up now or not u r gonna get late to your work. Let me now prove you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habitual offenders are known as such because offending the law had becomes their habit. Their conscious have to fight against their habit to not doing offenses again. Therefore, i strongly believe habit and conscious has no connectivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i must say sorry that im not a psychology whom could tell u habit is from which brain. In fact, i would not put habit as a knee-jerk reaction as i believe you could still, by a strong will, change your habit. (just like how i turn down my alarm every morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, if you don't have a habit, make it a new habit to click on my advertisements everytime u enter my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-6441526969404813960?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/6441526969404813960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=6441526969404813960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6441526969404813960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6441526969404813960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2011/09/hanit-and-rabbit.html' title='Hanit and Rabbit'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-5452551769968233890</id><published>2011-08-30T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T00:32:04.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Factor</title><content type='html'>Having dinner with my client and suddenly his h/p rang, his wife fon n scolded him on phone. His friends and me laugh and said being a CEO, he is still afraid of his wife; and he replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"im afraid of my wife, not because im afraid she will beat or scold me, the only reason im afraid is that im afraid that she left me in the journey of my life..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i guess he is right, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are single, we alwiz laugh at people whom are afraid of their partners, but think back, it is not fear of what, but fear of losing him/her. When u r truly in love that's when the fear came i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watched 'Kill Bill' movies series before, the character played by Uma was a great killer but when she knew she is pregnant, she quited her job straight away; because she became afraid to die, because she had love in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fear is also perhaps one of the sign of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, that's y jealousy came from, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-5452551769968233890?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/5452551769968233890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=5452551769968233890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5452551769968233890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5452551769968233890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2011/08/fear-factor.html' title='Fear Factor'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-5162361052766943121</id><published>2011-08-08T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:36:26.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st time saw my name on Sin Chew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sinchew.com.my/node/215309?tid=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-5162361052766943121?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/5162361052766943121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=5162361052766943121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5162361052766943121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5162361052766943121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2011/08/1st-time-saw-my-name-on-sin-chew-so.html' title=''/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-3059368902130202071</id><published>2011-07-26T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:53:24.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life wei...</title><content type='html'>To a fren in Aussie: Even if u believe that you not appreciated, you could always prove you are worth appreciated. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a miserable fren that losts his way: Life is full of options, if you always wanted somethg sweet, then u will get dissapointed; if you wish the next will be less bitter, then you might realize you r getting stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a not so long lost fren yet might be equally bz like me: If you care what people are talking, you wouldn't had chose your road, since you had taken, i believe you dun need anyone to further support your way; i simply know you will walk till the end nevertheless. Nothing in faith or trust, just that i know, and you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It been awhile not in this high mood to blog, and here i am; though jz realised that my blog only having a follower whom name is Ruby, thx anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, life is difficult, who told you life is not difficult? The best thing bout life is whether you r in happy, sad, angry or upset mood, life still carries on untill you stop breathing. Whenever im facing a hectic day, i will be thinking how will i be doing tmr becoz i knew however, tmr is still coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, i enjoyed my daily breakfast; i like to buy a newspaper, have a coffee and a plate of whatever. Sit down and relaxed the half an hour before i start my buzy day life. That's a way to distress for me, rather than becoming a womanizer or alchaholic, i enjoyed more as a fat man that cares a lot of his morning coffee. And i must promote klang Smiley, they had quite a quality coffee; if u happen to be around at 730am, come and say hi to me. I will surely buy u a coffee. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is simple yet difficult, full of choices yet no second times, full of obstacles yet the fun hidden behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to enjoy it is the only way out, i suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-3059368902130202071?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/3059368902130202071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=3059368902130202071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3059368902130202071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3059368902130202071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-wei.html' title='Life wei...'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-6371895732551724982</id><published>2011-07-05T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T23:09:14.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysians</title><content type='html'>Though there are many whom asked me about the "bersih" campaign and 'are you going to wear yellow shirt?' My answer is no, i wont join, i wont support or deny their rights, i wish this is not a political tactic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, the election is near, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual trend is, whenever election is near, racist will become an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe that we are a special country, in which we have all kinds of races yet living peacefully. That was when im still literary an idiot. Not too hard to realize that we are never the only multi-racial country, yet we might be one of the few whom having the most significant multi-races country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear fellow Chinese mates, if you r not born in China, how could you still proclaimed yourself as Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we not supposed to be proud as Malaysian? Asked any American Chinese and he will answer you 'im an american.' That's right, is not that we forgot where our ancestral are from, but this is where we are born. An Indian man marry a Chinese lady here and give birth to a baby, guess what? most of us will called the baby a "Chindian'; yet, that is 100% Malaysian rather than any other name that you would like to put on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysians, countless of your skin tone or originate-races, Please be wise, don't be the victim under politician racist policy. We are all but one big family which fall within the definition of "Malaysia Born Babies". Be proud of yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-6371895732551724982?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/6371895732551724982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=6371895732551724982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6371895732551724982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6371895732551724982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2011/07/malaysians.html' title='Malaysians'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-6971004578870579466</id><published>2011-06-19T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:28:36.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Options are always happen in life, is just whether u grab them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, regret grows; if u never fail in grabbing something u want tight, u never regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always live on my way, and i tot i will never had regret; i now felt im so silly to think that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"U shud not had still exist in my mind, yet, u jz din get out of my mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it for true, that we are not possible anymore, i have someone i love beside me now, and u might had also. But, how come i still rmb the first time we sat beside that night, and u was so surprise that im so good in guessing; bet we never expect one day we are somewhere lesser than friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still rmb we alwiz quarrel, alwiz quarrel, and so much of apologies in between; i tot we alwiz tot those quarrels will only make us understd each other more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den, who kept blaming to who? Who then gimme a gift that hurt both hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope u wont see this post, as i dun wish you to know hw i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rmb i told u? if one day we no longer talk to each other, that's mean my heart is hurt by u too badly, and u never believe me ya... u never believe even till the end, when i expressly told u that i m not happy w wateva u did behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy B'day, i know u r happier now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, i am too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just sad when i lost a person whom actually could understand me by heart.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one on earth that actually know exactly how i feel, how we used to dreamed together in a little park near ur place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still appreciate that song we listen together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ashita wo yume mite kagayaiteta hibi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The days where we dreamed of tomorrow"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-6971004578870579466?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/6971004578870579466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=6971004578870579466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6971004578870579466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6971004578870579466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2011/06/options-are-always-happen-in-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-4574603591047231325</id><published>2011-05-15T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T02:28:52.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>Now is 2am and im still awoke, feeling a bit of inspiration to blog so im typing in front of my pc nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard an adoption story today, and racist became an issue of the main topic. The story is to be shared when im feeling to tell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a world that full of stories and make-up, some how rather a lot of issues are so much different from my angle den to the past-me angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, i believe every living need an angel, a guardian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be denied that each of us, mankind, are in need of support or rather i would say a recognize from the other. You alwiz need someone there to tell you that you are right, and he/she is alwiz supporting u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person will b ur angel in which he/she is the one who let you feel you are not alone and you are less fear to do somethg you r unsure about. And trust me, the worse could happen is that you are playing the role of angel without an angel. You are lucky if you realize that you are having one, you are even luckier if you are happy playing the role of Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a selfish man i m today rather than last time, i found out i simply owed too much to myself as i never learned how to love myself last time. When i look into mirror and starting to find myself a little strange to myself, I'm alwiz grateful when i look down at my hands, im still grabbing my own principle and dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you and your angel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-4574603591047231325?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/4574603591047231325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=4574603591047231325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4574603591047231325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4574603591047231325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2011/05/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-4622533443313566305</id><published>2011-03-29T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:49:01.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long long time din update my post (not as long as ck though), now finally i'm a little free to update a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time move fast, I could still rmb how i feel when i finished my final's final paper and walk out from campus. I could still rmb me, Xianci, and Jia Lian went to Sushi King at JJ, Ayer Keroh as our farewell party, and promises we made to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still rmb the weekends I spend with ex-coursemate in Bar Council Auditorium attending failable ILKAP talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still rmb the promise i made to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10 days lapse my chambering period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be my future like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my fellow juniors doing their legal attachment is like seeing my ownself back days. Wish all of you wont be lost like me one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-4622533443313566305?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/4622533443313566305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=4622533443313566305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4622533443313566305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4622533443313566305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-long-time-din-update-my-post-not.html' title=''/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-5970273287409094784</id><published>2011-02-27T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T10:35:58.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflicts</title><content type='html'>Conflicts got 2 kinds, 1 named self while another named as inter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having lots of it in the name of self conflict recently, greatly.&lt;br /&gt;I love my job, sincerely, its been my dream since I merely speaks any language, yet reality force me to think how should i continue it. My master told everyone, except me, that he wished to retain me. Yet, do i really wish to be retained? M i good enough to explore the huge world myself? Do i still want to continue it as it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my fren, 5 years of studying, 23 years of dreaming about justice and courage; ended up i'm more like working for money. I always tell the frens around me, life is short, pursue somethg meaningful, not mere monetary. Yet, working now left me no idea of my own ideology. M i doing somethg i like? Yes. Are you working for justice? No. This is the major part of my conflict i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely believe that i owed a duty to serve my master as to repay the faith and knowledge he had gave me. But, at the same time, i found lost in the things i'm doing daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-5970273287409094784?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/5970273287409094784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=5970273287409094784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5970273287409094784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5970273287409094784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2011/02/conflicts.html' title='Conflicts'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1157234351627035768</id><published>2011-02-25T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:22:39.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please dont judge a book by its cover</title><content type='html'>Sorry readers, nothing to digest from this post, its an emo post from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just as simple as anyone is, please dont give me a weird look when i ask for a helping hand, as i'm just a human and i need help from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ironic that so much of my frens, which i helped them whenever they need me, they choose to help their other frens whom they complained to me when those frens need help, but when i need help, i turn around and to my own surprise, i'm all but alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u all really think i'm nothing but a fool to be used up by u all when all of u needed a fren only, then i'm so thankful to all of u, coz of all of u, i've made myself selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, dont come to me anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1157234351627035768?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1157234351627035768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1157234351627035768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1157234351627035768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1157234351627035768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2011/02/please-dont-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Please dont judge a book by its cover'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-8187188289556574093</id><published>2011-02-01T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:44:54.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromise</title><content type='html'>We are all living in a world so called compromising society whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an Indian man this afternoon, he told me why do people unhappy about how textbook describe them? As we still have rice and money, don't simply change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then asked: are you a migrant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him this: My friend, you are totally right about changes, it is always risky; it could bring you good things, or it could brings you bad things. Most of us are always compromising with what we have because we are afraid to risk, or to be more exact, we are afraid to lose. Therefore, those places which dare to change is those places which really badly needed a change. But, does that means in the future, that's always right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to think there should be freedom of speech and freedom of religion in a democratic country.&lt;br /&gt;And i strongly believe that as a foundation to demand changes is far to luxurious to risk for the good that we are benefiting from. One said, a man will never exchange his gold for something he don't understand, I believe incompletion of liberty will not make our people thought of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if due respect was not shown to people by the ruling, people's money wasn't spent on the starving but for luxurious, bulking corruption is getting horrible, elites are not appreciated, prices are increasing; and we still say it is stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we not compromising?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-8187188289556574093?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/8187188289556574093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=8187188289556574093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8187188289556574093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8187188289556574093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2011/02/compromise.html' title='Compromise'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-3722912055702981836</id><published>2011-01-01T08:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T08:28:36.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Resolution</title><content type='html'>On &lt;a href="http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-resolution.html"&gt;last year resolution&lt;/a&gt;, i manage to done few, and which a few had failed badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated last year...&lt;br /&gt;I entered my pupilage last year...&lt;br /&gt;I bold my head last year...&lt;br /&gt;I took part in MMU Olympic with my futsal mate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the other 6, all i failed... so my rate is 4/10 now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here comes 2011 resolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be a lawyer&lt;br /&gt;2. Loss weight of at least 15kg&lt;br /&gt;3. Make my saving account 5 digits&lt;br /&gt;4. Travel to Krabi or Bali&lt;br /&gt;5. Take part in Marathon&lt;br /&gt;6. fight my altophobia&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn how to cook crab&lt;br /&gt;8. Bake myself a greentea cake&lt;br /&gt;9. Go Gym regularly&lt;br /&gt;10. Control myself for not punching any homo in gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to every reader of my blog~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-3722912055702981836?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/3722912055702981836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=3722912055702981836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3722912055702981836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3722912055702981836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-resolution.html' title='2011 Resolution'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-5179447040837208074</id><published>2010-12-26T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T20:28:52.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe i'm not stupid...</title><content type='html'>I'm a stupid,&lt;br /&gt;because i still believe&lt;br /&gt;one day i will work for justice.&lt;br /&gt;That's y i suffer myself with conflicts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stupid,&lt;br /&gt;because i know the answer&lt;br /&gt;but i still must try.&lt;br /&gt;that's y i suffer from finding my 'answer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stupid,&lt;br /&gt;because i know it wont workout,&lt;br /&gt;but i still afraid will disappoint u,&lt;br /&gt;so i disappoint myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i also believe,&lt;br /&gt;i did all that not because i'm a stupid,&lt;br /&gt;but because i'm a man with dream,&lt;br /&gt;because i'm a man that dare to fail,&lt;br /&gt;because i dun like regret in life.&lt;br /&gt;So i fight for everything that i wanted,&lt;br /&gt;And even sometime i felt tired,&lt;br /&gt;sometime i felt lonely,&lt;br /&gt;sometime i felt like giving up,&lt;br /&gt;but i never ever regret,&lt;br /&gt;for what i've tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i believe i'm not stupid,&lt;br /&gt;i will make my dream come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-5179447040837208074?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/5179447040837208074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=5179447040837208074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5179447040837208074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5179447040837208074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-believe-im-not-stupid.html' title='I believe i&apos;m not stupid...'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-4845465646535782547</id><published>2010-12-19T09:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T09:32:37.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is near, so do CNY</title><content type='html'>Okay, Christmas is near, is so near that you could even heard caroline when eating seafood steamboat. This year Christmas not too anticipated by me, probably because CNY is also too near. And comparing the 2, i prefer CNY... becoz i'm a chinese, i love ang pao... Okay, just try to be typical, act is becoz i can travel around to visit frenz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read an article about the 10 enemies of love, and was asked to comment, i prefer comment it on blog as the article was quite interesting. I was actually ask to pick the 1st place out of it more den comment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading it, i realize misunderstanding will be the 1st love enemy. Becoz when u misundertood, watever u see, will appear like watever u think. Then, it will be very subjective to clear out the misunderstanding, and slowly in some circumstances it became reality. For example, someone told u that your gf is having affair with her boss whom admire her for time. You started to suspect and watever u see seem related... u will realize she like to put on makeup be4 goin to work (which normally she did so) and will realize she is way to happy to go for work... Then u 2 start quarrel, she ran out of house... her boss went and console her... then she decided to start up with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to it, i believe communication should be then the cleric to this enemy. Always ask properly, dun asked in such a way which insult others feeling. express your concern which make he/she feel that you love him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish everyone Merry Christmas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-4845465646535782547?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/4845465646535782547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=4845465646535782547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4845465646535782547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4845465646535782547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-is-near-so-do-cny.html' title='Christmas is near, so do CNY'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-8889808805758706406</id><published>2010-11-29T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:59:37.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a court trial, the DPP is questioning his witness, the victim of a grievous bodily harm case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DPP: Saksi, semasa jawab soalan, hendaklah menghala pada Hakim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saksi: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DPP: apa yang berlaku pada hari itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saksi: saya dan OKT bertengkar, dia marah saya dan pukul saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DPP: apa yang dia marah pada mu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the witness turn and face the judge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saksi: diu nia ma chao ji bai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim: Sila hala pada DPP dan ulangi jawapan anda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-8889808805758706406?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/8889808805758706406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=8889808805758706406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8889808805758706406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8889808805758706406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-court-trial-dpp-is-questioning-his.html' title=''/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-6593639577094887176</id><published>2010-11-03T19:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:55:34.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Share</title><content type='html'>Saw one meaningful quotation and gonna share it in my blog:&lt;br /&gt;when you came to this world, you are crying yet everybody else is smiling; in your journey ends, it is always nice to be when you are smiling yet everybody else is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often some people ask me "what is the meaning of kept sharing my opinion at large?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if my sharing does make another feel meaningful, that's the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't care how much you know, until they know how much you care. So, i'm just simply showing my care to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Deepavali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-6593639577094887176?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/6593639577094887176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=6593639577094887176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6593639577094887176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6593639577094887176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/11/share.html' title='Share'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1638596037018003743</id><published>2010-10-30T07:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T14:27:22.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greener grass on the other side.</title><content type='html'>Just realized of the comment posted by Aderius under my post: offer and acceptance. He posted 2 questions there which is: How could OKU offer to world when they are unable to take care their own matter? How could OKU show to other to live a better life when they need other sympathy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKU means orang kurang upaya, or in English it means handicapped person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, i believe what i answer may not be accurate since i'm not an OKU person though my hair is lesser by day, but it is at least my best effort to get near to what i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether are u an OKU or not, this is not a fair world anyway. I believe the greatest sympathy on OKU is often on their limited choice of living. A blind could not be a photographer, a deaf could not be a judge, and so to other handicapped person. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, the truth is life is always not full of choices even for healthy person. &lt;/span&gt;Lionel Messi is born to be great footballer, but how if his dream is to be a mathematician? Issac Newton is born as a great scientist, but how if his wishes to be a martial artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe that there is no such thing as OKU cant offer to the world, is just in a much difficult situation. &lt;/span&gt;Stephen Hawking is almost full body paralyze but he could still carry on with his scientific research and indeed is one of the most successful scientist now. Of course you may ask how about those with mental problem? Their life is full of hurdle and what is the meaning of life for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion and it is strictly to my own opinion... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Their meaning of life is to let anyone else in this world appreciate their life in a better way.&lt;/span&gt; i know it sounds pretty much unfair to them but as i said, this world is never fair to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By needing another sympathy, may of course still show other how to live better, as i said earlier, just by appreciating your own things will lead you to a better living person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, for those angry teenagers, they could learned that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the grass is never greener on the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1638596037018003743?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1638596037018003743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1638596037018003743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1638596037018003743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1638596037018003743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/10/greener-grass-on-other-side.html' title='Greener grass on the other side.'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-3303910180316314097</id><published>2010-10-24T08:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:19:00.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's make the world wonderful!</title><content type='html'>Okay, i know this campaign might not be genuine, but i will still start it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's blog about this campaign if u wish to join the campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what is this campaign about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a campaign to make our world better, and it starts with you yourself. Anyone who wish to join must give a sworn statement of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm going to try my very best to make at least one another person feel happy EVERY day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not going to harm any other person if the person is not harming me in whatsoever means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If i failed to fulfilled my 1st condition, i will donate RM 5 to charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If i failed to fulfilled my 2nd condition, I'm automatically out of the campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If more than 1/3 of the world civilian joined this campaign, i'm sure our world would be a much wonderful world to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the world wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-3303910180316314097?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/3303910180316314097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=3303910180316314097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3303910180316314097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3303910180316314097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-make-world-wonderful.html' title='Let&apos;s make the world wonderful!'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-7011443155172488783</id><published>2010-09-27T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:15:31.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromised Heroes</title><content type='html'>When we are small, our heroes are super heroes whom could beat dinosaurs, bad guys, monsters, save the earth and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are young, we realized that those super heroes could never exist, then we have new heroes in our heart, like policemen who dare to fight crimes, firemen that sacrifice for saving life, doctor that fought against H1N1, lawyers who ponder for justice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we grow older, we started to realized even these heroes are hard to find in real world. Then, we choose to believe that we are the hero for our children, we fight for their better future and we protect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we compromise everything in our life, including the definition of heroes. At the least, we compromise the definition to enable us to be able to pursue and to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying compromised heroes are not true heroes, but, could all these compromised heroes not watching at side and doing nothing when real criminal happen in front of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a phone call to police or shout for help, at least be a compromised heroes with dignity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-7011443155172488783?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/7011443155172488783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=7011443155172488783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/7011443155172488783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/7011443155172488783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/09/compromised-heroes.html' title='Compromised Heroes'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-743451804970913062</id><published>2010-09-25T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T17:43:42.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offer and acceptance</title><content type='html'>If you happen to search this blog with Google for anything regarding contract law, i'm sorry this post has nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens so frequent in our life that we are repeating our life daily, yet we are used to it. When you are climbing a mountain, you had an aim; when you play basketball, you wanted to win; when you eat, you know you will feel full;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but when you live, you live for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-blogger Iriele once blog about this and said: I love that's why I'm alive, yet, what is the outcome of love? Maybe you would say that not everything required an outcome, love don't need any outcome. Then, it falls to the original question, which is: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You love for what?&lt;/span&gt; Maybe now you are feeling annoyed to me that you believe I'm a realistic or anti-romance person that kept asking for outcome, but the question is still the repeatation of life seemingly meaningless as most of us are repeating the same life. Born --&gt; grow --&gt; love --&gt; work --&gt; reproduce --&gt; old --&gt; die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be a lot of choices in our life, such as choice of study, lover, work, environment; yet it still falls within the same category. Famous comic writer Takeshi Obata once said 'the meaning of life is to show another life how to live better.' It does some how make sense that i believe that our life has been better due to few successful individual, for example we could access internet while the older don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I conclude this: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the meaning of one life is never to repeat another life. &lt;/span&gt; Just like what famous singer Bon Jovi sing, i believe everyone's life is his own, and it is depends on how he wants to shine with his life.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Afterall, just like finger print, no two individual that has exactly same thoughts and same ideas.&lt;/span&gt; Stop imitating others to make sure you are normal, there is nothing normal in this world as all of us are different in one sense or another. Mere accepting what the world had offer you is not enough to shine you own life; offer the world what they could accept from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be brave, be yourself, shine you life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-743451804970913062?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/743451804970913062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=743451804970913062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/743451804970913062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/743451804970913062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/09/offer-and-acceptance.html' title='Offer and acceptance'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-4450120168926680758</id><published>2010-09-21T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:17:23.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, this is a post just to share about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason of this post is seeing too many people grumble about their life/work, which makes me felt annoyed. Especially this type:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG, working life is so borrring..."&lt;br /&gt;"OMG, i have so much to do..."&lt;br /&gt;"OMG, i dun like to continue..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, OMG, can u just try your best?&lt;br /&gt;Some of my colleague/ex-coursemate kept tell me that i'm lucky becoz i found good job/good boss/good master, but after reconsidering, i said 'fuck you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for imitating Quek, with the fuck, what i meant is that im never in special luck, but i enjoy my life, and that's it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't love your job and life, merely because you never try to enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to be paranoid, be lazy, be hatred over your overhelming works, u will alwiz found urself trap in hardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my life be stressful or high workload, or i do is take a 5minutes break, and cook yourself a warm and aroma coffee, take a sip and start working. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Learn to enjoy your life and your life will be enjoying, there is no way one person life is alwiz enjoyable unless he know how to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are telling that you dont like coffee? you could easily replace with choc, tea, or any junk food. afterall, i love seeing my brand new coffee press, so, ya drinking coffee is more relaxing to me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thx the best friend in somewhere unreachable for the coffee press, is not convenient to use but i still like it =P&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3265329287254892776-4450120168926680758?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/4450120168926680758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=4450120168926680758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4450120168926680758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4450120168926680758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-this-is-post-just-to-share-about.html' title=''/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-8816306520481084376</id><published>2010-08-31T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:44:45.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawyer and Ethic</title><content type='html'>Among the professionals subjects, which took the least hour to be taught?&lt;br /&gt;-Ethic for lawyers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was generally presumed by most of the lay man that lawyers need no and possess no ethics in life. However, i believe it is not very true, below is a situation when lawyers could drop themselves into ethic dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer doing conveyancing work for an elderly lady decided, due to the client's age and frailty, to reduce the charges. Instead of billing her at the scale fee of $1200 she sent an account for $1000. The elderly lady misread the bill and sent the lawyer a cheque for $10,000. This presented the lawyer with a terrible ethical dilemma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should she keep it all for herself? or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should she share the windfall with her partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it was just a joke about lawyer lack of ethic, even i'm not sure is it the real situation. The ethic course of lawyers may not be the same as many thoughts, such as not to help the bad men or not to lie. Lawyers ethic is merely asking them how to act professionally in their daily work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's nothing ethic for the public and therefore the profession is presumed to be not ethical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall end this post with a question to be answered by the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: if a criminal lawyer and a civil lawyer were both drowning, and you could only save one of them, would you go to lunch or read the paper?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-8816306520481084376?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/8816306520481084376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=8816306520481084376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8816306520481084376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8816306520481084376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/08/lawyer-and-ethic.html' title='Lawyer and Ethic'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-3706300471142365911</id><published>2010-08-28T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T11:06:58.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>远远的你好吗？&lt;br /&gt;最近我开始学会低头，&lt;br /&gt;开始发现这个世界不是：&lt;br /&gt;只要我肯，没什么事做不到。&lt;br /&gt;任性的你变了吗？&lt;br /&gt;还是你从来只会在我面前任性？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;科技很伟大，&lt;br /&gt;你虽然很远，但我们还是有办法沟通；&lt;br /&gt;科技很贱，&lt;br /&gt;他把你带到好远好远。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说坚持是好的，&lt;br /&gt;更多人说执著是笨的。&lt;br /&gt;坚持和执著的分别在哪里？&lt;br /&gt;我懂你一定很想听我讲，&lt;br /&gt;就像当时你想听我说孤单和寂寞的分别。&lt;br /&gt;但是我真的不懂，&lt;br /&gt;握紧双手的我，&lt;br /&gt;是坚持还是寂寞。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你记得我对孤单和寂寞的注解吗？&lt;br /&gt;我说&lt;br /&gt;孤单是一个人时才出现的，&lt;br /&gt;寂寞是再多人都一样的，&lt;br /&gt;现在的我既孤单又寂寞。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我发现自己变了，&lt;br /&gt;我连笑都假了。&lt;br /&gt;自大的你会不会认为&lt;br /&gt;只要你出现，我的笑就真？&lt;br /&gt;我也希望你能，&lt;br /&gt;至少让我有个依靠。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你明白我是在跟你讲吧？&lt;br /&gt;可惜我想你这么个大忙人，&lt;br /&gt;应该没时间看吧？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-3706300471142365911?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/3706300471142365911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=3706300471142365911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3706300471142365911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3706300471142365911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1369141210483639389</id><published>2010-08-21T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:20:19.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/TG_EMZuTghI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xCl3ZgyseoY/s1600/21082010318.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/TG_EMZuTghI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xCl3ZgyseoY/s320/21082010318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507836586639983122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/TG_ENZCyg2I/AAAAAAAAAZE/x94bbX7dkjk/s1600/21082010323.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/TG_ENZCyg2I/AAAAAAAAAZE/x94bbX7dkjk/s320/21082010323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507836603637334882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thx Miss Wang Chu Ying, u dunno hw much i like the gift!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1369141210483639389?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1369141210483639389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1369141210483639389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1369141210483639389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1369141210483639389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/08/thx-miss-wang-chu-ying-u-dunno-hw-much.html' title=''/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/TG_EMZuTghI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xCl3ZgyseoY/s72-c/21082010318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1555607448293377153</id><published>2010-07-31T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:17:33.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday is my convocation, and i'm anxious bout it. Miss my coursemates, and my uni friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that i finally have my first futsal game in PJ, with Phillip and Amirul. We hope our junior which might come to KL for attachment/chambering could expend the group. Is really so nice to have a game + talk with old friends as an escape of working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt glad with my new Honda CRV, despite its 2nd hand, i still love it so much, will upload the photos in the future i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd after my graduation rehearsal, me, Xianci, Jia Lian, Guo Lian, and Ai Lian went to Midvalley and The Gardens and have our lunch there. We have know each other for ages, but this is our 1st time going to KL together. hmm, really feeling so fast the time flies. Jia Lian told her bro n sis when we joking in car that she missed me+Xianci hamsap jokes so badly, and sincerely i miss both of them sickly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my juniors whom still studying, please, cut down politics with friends; afterall, u not gonna find those days anymore when u work. Enjoy your current beautiful moments, but study hard at the same time... or u will get a printing of '3rd class' on your grad cert. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1555607448293377153?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1555607448293377153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1555607448293377153' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1555607448293377153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1555607448293377153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/07/monday-is-my-convocation-and-im-anxious.html' title=''/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-5514572150501983073</id><published>2010-07-17T07:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:08:50.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job of my Dream</title><content type='html'>Alrite, since i'm free this morning, lets post an update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend that came and ask about my salary and said this: wah, study so hard for what? you earn less than me ler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, i earn less than you now because i'm still a student. (chambering pupil)&lt;br /&gt;2nd, i'm doing a job of my dream, and you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is job of my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i OT and type submission fir next day case, i'm delightful to be able to use my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;When i gone outstation work with my master, i'm excited to learn new place and new people.&lt;br /&gt;When my master teach me things, i'm glad that i could learn a new angle to look at cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm working hard yet working happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently bought a book of Lord Denning name Discipline of Law, then found out that he studied mathematics in Oxford, before he enter law. I always thought law students are weak in maths, now onder he is so outstanding... i guess, i should take maths as my weekend studies. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-5514572150501983073?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/5514572150501983073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=5514572150501983073' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5514572150501983073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5514572150501983073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/07/job-of-my-dream.html' title='Job of my Dream'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-7234608272103034571</id><published>2010-07-09T06:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T06:59:27.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just to share a little of my life here. I've started my pupilage/chambering with Mr Gerard Lazarus. Get to involve in many of his cases and feeling so please to learn things everyday. I guess the only not so good thing recently is that i'm not having too much time in personal. So, will not update this blog too often i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to learn how to listen to radio during morning jam which previously i prefer CD songs, but now i would prefer somebody talking. Starting to have to behave like a professional, because u won't know is my master's clients around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to think whether what mentality should i use when i face criminals and i would have to help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, privatizing my blog soon, so leave me your email before next week, the only reason to do so is that i wish to talk more freely at this land. ;-) you could either leave it at my cbox or email me at: owen33tan@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-7234608272103034571?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/7234608272103034571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=7234608272103034571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/7234608272103034571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/7234608272103034571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-to-share-little-of-my-life-here.html' title=''/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1077018324100794675</id><published>2010-06-30T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:52:19.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just to make life easier, any private mail plz kindly send it to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owen33tan@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporary the blog is stop taking questions because i'm quite bz nw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thx for those question sent, i will try my best to post my opinion soon, ty. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1077018324100794675?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1077018324100794675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1077018324100794675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1077018324100794675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1077018324100794675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-to-make-life-easier-any-private.html' title=''/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1616343533735575971</id><published>2010-06-20T10:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:20:21.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualification</title><content type='html'>So, again i felt a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend fon me n said she think she cant hold it anymore, the guy simply too stupid to believe he is the guy she love, and she cried in the fon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kinda hard for me to even give her a response, but i guess she only need a listener, so i did wat i could -- listen to her quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, let me talk bout guy n girl thinking of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls, all they wanted of love is simply a guy that actually love her hard, hold her tight and give her warm in arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, some guy just dun take it so simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always believe that there is a qualification-needed in order for him to make the girl he love happy. They always believe that what the girl want is never him, because - his having low qualification, he is not tall enough, he is not handsome, he is not having a car, he is not rich enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, while he kept struggling to reach the qualification he think he lack of, the girl will wait for him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is absurd if two hearts are together, and you still need to pay effort alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently read a novel, the guy describe the girl as a whale, and describe himself as pond. He believe that the girl thought he could give her good life, but actually he could not provide her many resources that the sea could give him. Therefore, he left the girl and kept trying hard to b the sea that always wanted to be. The girl told him at last &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'You need not do so hard to be my sea, u just need to ensure i'm happy everday and u r my best sea.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't protecting her and ensure she is happy everyday the best qualification to love someone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1616343533735575971?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1616343533735575971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1616343533735575971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1616343533735575971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1616343533735575971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/06/qualification.html' title='Qualification'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-3664316107927812887</id><published>2010-06-18T07:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T07:30:15.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 2010</title><content type='html'>So, let me talk about world cup 2010, since it is so hot now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an advertisement by the street at Klang, saying 'promosi hebat sempena piala dunia 2010' and the slogan is 'beli kerusi menyambut piala dunia!' i'm like wtf? so this world cup did shake the world, because in a country that i doubt could enter world cup before the end of world is celebrating it rather than seeing something like 'promosi hebat menjelang thomas cup 2010!' Aren't we should celebrate thomas more exciting than world cup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, this year world cup did create many first time experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time u are watching football and kept imagining there are shit nearby you becoz u heard lots of flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time u are watching it - IN HD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time u saw people keep scolding new vulgar words, u heard they repeatedly say puki, actually they say puki bookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time u saw team like spain, france, italy, portugal and england all together play like shit. (normally it only happen to 1-2 teams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, indeed, it is a special world cup right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet u the uncle sitting in kopitiam will curse it more den praise it... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-3664316107927812887?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/3664316107927812887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=3664316107927812887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3664316107927812887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3664316107927812887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-2010.html' title='World Cup 2010'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-2520671643788840902</id><published>2010-06-11T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:26:41.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is an advertisement in my blog, and i click in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ronniegotlucky.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go try it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-2520671643788840902?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/2520671643788840902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=2520671643788840902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2520671643788840902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2520671643788840902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-is-advertisement-in-my-blog-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1868242375499651271</id><published>2010-06-09T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:50:50.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating my current feeling</title><content type='html'>One chance dont hit you twice, so, twice your effort over one chance.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                    - Tan Choon Hong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not too much surprise and miracle in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, luckily there is the special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to grab it tight this time. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1868242375499651271?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1868242375499651271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1868242375499651271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1868242375499651271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1868242375499651271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/06/updating-my-current-feeling.html' title='Updating my current feeling'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-3487842972792853429</id><published>2010-06-08T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T13:46:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some meaningful phrase to chew</title><content type='html'>If you are born poor, it's not your mistake; but if you die poor, it's your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                    - Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't care how much you know, until knew know how much you care.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                     - John C Maxwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Just got a cheque from Nuffnang, feeling so please. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-3487842972792853429?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/3487842972792853429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=3487842972792853429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3487842972792853429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3487842972792853429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-meaningful-phrase-to-chew.html' title='Some meaningful phrase to chew'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1112490918508988938</id><published>2010-05-05T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:02:38.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greed</title><content type='html'>This post is written by a Chinese and is greatly racist, towards Chinese, especially the typical one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, from few thousands years ago, had inherited a very bad characteristic, which is greed. Greed of man is one of the natural phenomenon among human being, but the greed of Chinese is higher than the others. This is generally because our (i'm a Chinese) greed include great extent of selfishness. We greed not only for our lifetime, but at the same time we are also greed for our son and following descendant. That's why our knowledge is much lower then the western one despite we have starts our culture way before them. Skills such as martial art, blacksmith, or acupuncture, as well as knowledge in medicine, herbs or astronomy; are meant to be taught only to their own child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are greed. Not only monetary, but also on power. That's why we have most war in history, and that's why our population is so great. According to history, the emperor encourage his civilian to reproduce more, since he need a huge army. In monetary, Chinese greed is even worse. We not only try to con people to gain more, we also get conned when trying to earn more. We even created stupid theory of 'in business, we talk only business' meaning that in business world, we don't have to care any relationship but jz have to think about earning. Even ur closest fren or relatives, when comes to business, we only care whether could we earn. How idiot isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk bout gambling. The worlds largest casino situated at Las Vegas; but guess what? Macao casino has the most visitors in the world. Why? Because of greed of Chinese. We are greed and wish to earn most without effort. This is the worst habit of Chinese, apart of Opium smoking, that we should actually pay serious attention to it. Plz, for the sake of better life, quit gambling and try to control our greed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1112490918508988938?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1112490918508988938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1112490918508988938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1112490918508988938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1112490918508988938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/05/greed.html' title='Greed'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-202287873087589771</id><published>2010-04-29T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:33:27.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man made</title><content type='html'>Bought Jay - Fantasy album from Inverno the other day; found out its been 10 years when i 1st get impressed by his songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things in our life that we are living for, or at least believe it is the reason we are still living. Luxury, Power, Lust... many believe these are the ultimate goals of life. Of cause, some nobel man are fighting for better man future, justice, peace, national, etc... and they obviously believe that is the meaning of life. Perhaps, all of these are more or less man made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genghis Khan, a great conqueror, once written down his experience in forest and started to puzzle of his life. He was hunting in forest inside his country boundaries, and a rabbit was running pass, he ordered the rabbit to stop, but it did not listen. He thought of this: All the boundaries and my power are man made, it never actually exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one man who farm goat on mountain, he is rich but still single despite his old age. One conman went to him and tell him that he is willing to help him find a wife but he must first pay him. The farmer was pleased and pay him lots of money. The conman then wrote a love letter and bring to the farmer telling him that his wife is pretty and love him a lot. The farmer was extremely happy and pay even more to the conman, he replied love letter to the girl. After a few replies between the two, one day, the conman suddenly inform the farmer that the girl no longer love him and wanna stop the letter sending. The farmer sad and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think the farmer is absurd? Then, when man lost their power, they cried, isn't it more or less the same? Everything was a lie told by a conman and we choose to obey it because we believe it so deeply. Why should there b boundaries? Why should man have war and die for man made boundaries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is fame? What is money? What is power? Are they all man made?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-202287873087589771?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/202287873087589771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=202287873087589771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/202287873087589771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/202287873087589771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/04/man-made.html' title='Man made'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-2547015458253319330</id><published>2010-04-25T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:27:31.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambitious and intentional</title><content type='html'>so, i was talking wid my fren the other day. and we have a thought of this issue. Italic writing represent my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest invention of human being should be language. Becoz language could polish up a lot of bad thing and become good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erm, example?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intentional is a bad thing, we hate ppl who do things intentional isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm, in some sense, ya... such as knowing a female fren just for sake of getting her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, how if we say him as a ambitious man wanted to get his dream gal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... (idle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? becoz of the dif word u used, the situation became dif...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nono, i disagree... i believe there is a major dif between the 2 term...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, as usual, plz explained the dif of 2 similar term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intentional indicates something bad in nature, while ambitious more of good in nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i knew it, gimme an example of intentional then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have the intention to kill somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... (idle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so, be a ambitious man, not intentional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-2547015458253319330?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/2547015458253319330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=2547015458253319330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2547015458253319330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2547015458253319330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/04/ambitious-and-intentional.html' title='Ambitious and intentional'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-6230968111621087223</id><published>2010-04-16T01:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:37:54.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma and conflict.</title><content type='html'>"do the god love a thing because it is holy; or is a thing holy because it is loved by god?"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                           Euthyphro Dilemma - Plato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dilemma is a situation where it could be both side and you do not knw which is better. Unlike dilemma, in my point of view, a conflict is when u actually prefer a side/choice, but u feel bad to not choose the other way round. Therefore, it is common to have self-conflict, but u would never heard of self-dilemma. For example, every morning when u choose either to wake up or not, could be self-conflict; because u knew it is better to go class, but u prefer sleep awhile more. The choice is obvious, is either u go or u sleep, and regret for the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to dilemma, u could not have made a choice, because both sides seem to be equally based. The dilemma example above is created by Euthyphro and Socrates and is recorded by Plato. It is, at least for me, something which is hard to decide. In our real life, dilemma is not often happen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even some ppl like bluff himself or others by saying some decision is hard to make, but the real dilemma never happen.&lt;/span&gt; For example, a manager might claim it is hard to decide which candidate to be hired, but actually in is heart there is of cause a preferable candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U might regret that u did not choose the other in a conflict; but u will not angry with urself for choosing it. In a dilemma, even the choice did not ended badly, u still felt regret not to choose the other. That is basically how i differentiate between dilemma and conflict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-6230968111621087223?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/6230968111621087223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=6230968111621087223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6230968111621087223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6230968111621087223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/04/dilemma-and-conflict.html' title='Dilemma and conflict.'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-2928444598991090851</id><published>2010-04-12T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T02:11:39.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dunno wanna blog about what, so i decided to explain bout me + my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple Q &amp;amp; A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-why do u change ur blog title to 'when the skies are blue?'&lt;br /&gt;hmm... becoz tat's 1 of the fairest things that all human share, we all own the same sky colour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-why do u not update recently?&lt;br /&gt;i m bz, oklar, im not tat bz, but lazy recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lazy? i tot blogging for u is enjoying?&lt;br /&gt;ya, but still, lack of topic will make me lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lack of topic? hw bout those current issue?&lt;br /&gt;all politics, im not raja, so dun like to eat nasi lemak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-swt... hw bout thai?&lt;br /&gt;their chilies sauce is simply the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i mean the red wave!&lt;br /&gt;o, haha, im sending my reporter to Bangkok tmr to get 1st hand info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-u mean Stanley? i tot he is goin on vacation...&lt;br /&gt;tat shows the situation ain't tat bad, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what best describe u nw?&lt;br /&gt;sleepy, good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-2928444598991090851?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/2928444598991090851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=2928444598991090851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2928444598991090851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2928444598991090851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/04/dunno-wanna-blog-about-what-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-8667832879196643745</id><published>2010-04-08T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:49:27.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how i wish to have a sweet time, enjoy my coffee, listen to songs tat i like, den slowly type my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too bz, but when i m lack of bz, many other stuff find me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish to have the sweet time to type blog tonight... too many feeling to blog... ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-8667832879196643745?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/8667832879196643745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=8667832879196643745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8667832879196643745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8667832879196643745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-i-wish-to-have-sweet-time-enjoy-my.html' title=''/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-6808577448172154939</id><published>2010-04-06T09:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:24:52.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Star</title><content type='html'>i rmb seeing my 1st shooting star ever when i was 9 yrs old, and it was with my mom during mid-autumn fest. i did not manage to catch the star while making a wish, and my disappointment is totally shown on my face. And tat's when my mom told me this:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A shooting star represent a fading of a star; and how could you ask a fading star to grant u a wish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never actually think of this matter i supposed, that's y we still wish those fading stuff to grant us wish even for one last time. That's when some ppl jz waiting beside his sick father's bed, jz to wish that his dad could write a will and put his name at first place. it is more or less the same meaning to wish upon a shooting star. in that sense, wishing over a shooting star is more or less evil i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years later, i saw the second shooting star in my life; and this time i did not bother to make wishes, but my fren beside me was bz making wish. then, he missed the star. He told his another fren that he is prepared now with his wish and if there is a second shooting star, he would manage to make a wish. His fren look at him and said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is the purpose to make a wish that u wish to make on 1st star to second star? Afterall, it is not the same star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... something worth the thought, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-6808577448172154939?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/6808577448172154939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=6808577448172154939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6808577448172154939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6808577448172154939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/04/shooting-star.html' title='Shooting Star'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-8350422711556742388</id><published>2010-04-03T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:29:07.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>君欲听逆耳之言乎？</title><content type='html'>Plz forgive me for not using a language that all my reader could read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人，要做到八面玲珑，谈何容易？我本身就不能，所以我选择坚持理念。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;君子，有所为，有所不为。理念，要坚守，纵使苦了自己，我还是觉得必须坚持。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生短短数十年，它并不像电脑游戏般，后悔了就重来；所以你勇敢的选择，不愿意日后的后悔。这些我都明白，我都能接受。但，同时，你顾过其他人的感受么？有必要搞得这么高调么？你叫我们这些支持过你的人情何以堪呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不是圣人，没资格批评人，但说到风度么，你还输我一小截，保持这样的态度下去，你会慢慢变成孤独人，这是我最不愿看见的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你懂，当我没办法告诉你东西的时候，其实我的心也很放不下么？&lt;br /&gt;我从来都不隐瞒的，如果你真的向懂，不如当你觉得自己不对时，来问问我的意见，好么？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-8350422711556742388?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/8350422711556742388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=8350422711556742388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8350422711556742388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8350422711556742388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='君欲听逆耳之言乎？'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-911786456777106510</id><published>2010-03-24T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:20:51.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic, only heart could tell</title><content type='html'>When it comes to romantic, i always rmb a story of my fren's parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl that works in wet market, she always been upset because her schoolmate would keep distance with her in school. This is probably due to the fact that she had to work in the early morning before she go to school and therefore there is a market smell on her body. In some sense, she is a bit self-humiliate becoz she think nobody will like her. She even think of skipping classes because she hate the way the other student look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is a boy in her class that is appointed to sit beside her, and ironically it is a punishment to the boy becoz he is always noisy in class. The teacher is such a devil because by saying that, he probably mean sitting beside her is a suffering thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy talk to her everyday ever since they sat together, and even ask her to go recess together. The girl started to felt happy to be able to go to school everyday becoz of him. One day, the boy come to school with a bunch of flower, he gave it to her and told her that he fall in love with her. The best words for the girl was not that 'i love u' but 'i always make noise so that i could have the chance to sit beside you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found it romantic i wonder why, but i believe romantic is somethg that is not purposely made, but it came from heart. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When a guy is sincere and serious to a girl, watever he do is romantic.&lt;/span&gt; However, the precondition is if the girl did at least has a good impression on u. I heard of a story where a guy brought a girl that he like to eat bah kut teh during the valentine. it will be romantic of coz if the girl found the guy is cute, but it will joke if the girl did not. (the story did became a joke among frens later, tat's hw wicked the society is... *sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic, how could a person define it? it is never exhaustive. It could oni be describe i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me to describe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We talk to each other with mouth and listen with our ears, romantic is when our heart speak and the other hear it with heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, gosh, jz realized that i m such a romantic person... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-911786456777106510?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/911786456777106510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=911786456777106510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/911786456777106510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/911786456777106510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/03/romantic-only-heart-could-tell.html' title='Romantic, only heart could tell'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-810526328979566116</id><published>2010-03-22T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:04:29.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do blog exist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do blog exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is of cause wide, some ppl like to treat it as a diary which post all about his/her life. Some would treat it as a tools to express his/her inner world, and therefore they often post something emotional or sentimental. While of coz some bloggers love to talk a lot and therefore like to share all of this thoughts through blog, i'm one of them. Some even treat blogging as part of life, which they literary earn with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then, which kinds of blog could be regarded as good blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its existence is almost like music i supposed, dif ppl would like to read dif kinds of post, not necessarily whose blog is the best blog, i totally disagree if some1 tell me whoever blog is better den whoever blog... unless the latter blog is a lazy blog that never update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are u a good blogger, or gonna b pro blogger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.... 1st ques has been answered in previous answer, 2nd question is i dunno what is regarded as pro blogger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, u r trying some politician style by avoiding question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, blog is not life, is part of life, some where i could share my thoughts with others. I could not understd the meaning of pro, since i dun believe there is any need of it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone that willing to blog is a pro blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-810526328979566116?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/810526328979566116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=810526328979566116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/810526328979566116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/810526328979566116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-do-blog-exist.html' title='Why do blog exist?'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-4005801189140634044</id><published>2010-03-19T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:40:43.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just had a long long chat wid Irrelle from http://iriellecoffee.blogspot.com, and will soon blog about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. Why do blog exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii. What is Romantic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-4005801189140634044?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/4005801189140634044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=4005801189140634044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4005801189140634044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4005801189140634044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-had-long-long-chat-wid-irrelle.html' title=''/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-4759434711639279646</id><published>2010-03-15T18:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:34:53.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation and Inspiration</title><content type='html'>1st of all, thx to all the applauds on my post, all of them are my major motivation to get on typing more n more thoughts and opinion. At the same time, i would like to clarify to some ppl oso tat i'm not trying to act like a philosopher nor trying to bend some ppl mind, but jz to share my opinion as well open up others' thought. Afterall, it is not tat my life is so rich that make me have all sort of thoughts, but i'm more willing to think, u could certainly do it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the question of posting more post, would u visit my blog daily if i update everyday? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above question is a question almost similar to would a car move without petrol, for me it is at least. U open up newspaper every morning, because u r pretty sure u gonna get some new information. (btw, congratz to Datuk Lee whom jz won All Eng Men Single Gold Medal) As well, it is because i did not update my blog every morning that make u would not open my blog everyday. The reason of me discussing this is because my title for today post is motivation and inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language is often fun, because u will realize there are a few words to describe a similar stuff, like the term trust and faith as discuss in earlier post. Yet, those words are merely synonym, which are almost the similar meaning but there r still a fine line between the words, for me, motivation and inspiration is a pair of good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration and motivation are often alike, yet inspiration would more like something which is out of sudden n uncontrollable. Motivation is jz like discussed above, because of applauds, a performer would like to perform, because there r updates everyday, u r willing to open the blog everyday. Applauds is made by audiences while updates depends on blogger. (lazy blogger like CK would fail to motivate other to enter his blog, and nuffnang to put ads) Inspiration could not be man made, it comes from outer space n it comes anytime anyplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous mathematician Archimedes shouted "Eureka!" while he is taking bath and therefore we knew wat is density. Famous Scientist Issac Newton was rumored to have inspired by a big apple, and therefore we have a Big Apple Donuts, errr, i mean gravity. No one could create inspiration as well no one could block inspiration, u could only try to find it. Therefore, artist and novelist like to travel around world to find new inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of coz motivation and inspiration is well related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily updates could motivate reader to enter my blog daily, but due to lack of inspiration, i could not motivate u to enter daily, hmm... maybe weekly is possible. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-4759434711639279646?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/4759434711639279646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=4759434711639279646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4759434711639279646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4759434711639279646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/03/motivation-and-inspiration.html' title='Motivation and Inspiration'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-5591326406048503055</id><published>2010-03-14T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T09:12:48.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage and Liars</title><content type='html'>This post would start with a scenario given:&lt;br /&gt;A gal is angry over her bf, she scolded him 'how could u be so flirt to other gal when u already have me?'&lt;br /&gt;the guy say 'y r u angry, dun u trust me?'&lt;br /&gt;the gal replied 'o, come'on, u r jz my bf, u could break up wid me anytime!'&lt;br /&gt;the guy silently took something out of her pocket and showed the gal&lt;br /&gt;it was a ring!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: i would not love nobody but u, would u be my soul partner till we died?&lt;br /&gt;the gal touched and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u ask me is this a love scenario, it would be joke scene if i tell u that the guy name is John Terry, Ashley Cole, or Tiger Woods, or even recently Jack Neo. This post of mine is to inform gal, marriage did not mean a lot, it simply use as a tool to comfort u @ boost ur confidence towards him. But of coz, in today world, it could also be used another way round, the gal could still invite another guy to enter her room when her husband is bz working in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dun get me wrong, i'm not a anti romantic person, but i m more a factual based person. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It surely took the courage of life for a responsible man to tell his love one that he wish to marry her. But it surely took nothing for a irresponsible man to get into marriage. &lt;/span&gt;So, at the end, it all back to the term: responsible. He might not think of lie at first, but due to lack of responsibility, he find no reason to suffer himself to bound wid the promise that he made. In my previous post, i had mentioned that irresponsible is the major concern of our current society, and this is obviously one of the example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In past, one may get married without register, but u could not do it today. The main reason is probably due to many of the man marry a few times without the consent of other wife. I would advice the man do not felt envy that last time there use to be poligamy marriage, because it is only nice when u r young. Imagine when u r a little older, when u get home after a tired working, and all of ur five wives is posting on the bed n yelling at u. u might have wish that u die now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bad argument is this: Sex is not love, then having sex with other woman other than wife is not betray to marriage. This is funny. Sex is not love, but having sex with other could show u did not love ur wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Be responsible if u really had decided to be a husband; Woman, Be careful when u r finding husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-5591326406048503055?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/5591326406048503055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=5591326406048503055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5591326406048503055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5591326406048503055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/03/marriage-and-liars.html' title='Marriage and Liars'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-2528836687310824224</id><published>2010-03-08T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:59:56.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A must watch movie!</title><content type='html'>Jz watched the movie of "全城热恋 (Hot Summer Days)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating for it: 9.5/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-2528836687310824224?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/2528836687310824224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=2528836687310824224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2528836687310824224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2528836687310824224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/03/must-watch-movie.html' title='A must watch movie!'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-9191819609842787280</id><published>2010-03-06T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:09:34.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and thoughts</title><content type='html'>"What differentiate between man and animal is that man has thought but animal does not."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                         --MengZi (372 B.C - 289 B.C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post took me 3-4 times to edit and edit before i post it out since last night. This is due to the reason that i did not knw what i try to say in this post, but merely stating what i've been thinking this few days. Realizing that many people has neither thoughts nor philosophy of life making me felt sick, hopefully the one reading this is not one of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking wid Jason Kung the other day bout lawyers losing ethics when they practice. HJason was of the opinion that life force people change, and i was of the same opinion basically. We all do have lots of stand point when v r studying, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could the stand point still stand when we r facing life cruelty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts is that do life carry us or do we carry life? Michael Owen was a great Liverpool fans which he was born at Merseyside and once declare that he rather die than joining Man Utd. After few years of struggle here and there, he is now a Man Utd player. See? Life make us changed, so much of us might not be like us someday becoz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we dun own our life but life owned us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was driving ytd on Kesas highway and kept thinking over this issue, will i b a person that once i hated so much? Would i do anything jz for sake 0f my career and wealth? I realized that i could not promise anything because no one do predict what's gonna happen next. Ask a criminal when he is a child, he will probably tell u that he hate criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is our real personality then if our thoughts and standpoint could be shaped by society and fate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-9191819609842787280?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/9191819609842787280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=9191819609842787280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/9191819609842787280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/9191819609842787280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-and-thoughts.html' title='Life and thoughts'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-4245775307392873259</id><published>2010-03-06T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:27:31.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and opportunity</title><content type='html'>Time is love, quoted from Titus' advertisement. Okay, that's not connected to my post, jz wanna have a informal opening as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my midterm break and i finally have some time to blog. Today, i'm gonna talk bout time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein in his Theory of Relativity talk bout time dilation. Again, that is not really related to me, as since i'm not even close to physic or science, my blog is merely expressing my view and philosophy. For me, time is the key factor of success in every individual life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now finally i'm entering my topic. How do we define success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Gold, do you think Bill Gates could still be one of the richest man on earth if he create Windows by today morning? He became rich because he is among the first to introduce a brand new OS named windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Career, do u knw that Abraham Bell would not be the inventor of telephone if he patent his creation jz 36hours later instead Tivatar Puskas, a hungarian engineer would replaced him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Love, of coz time is important, hw many couple broke up becoz not spending enough time together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Medical, in any surgery room, time is very very important even 1 sec could change the whole result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, time is so important for life, undoubtedly. The importance of time is often related to the appreciation of opportunity. U will say that in many circumstances, time isn't important but i could tell u that is nonsense, y? becoz u never knw what's gonna happen in next sec. I'm often frustrated by seeing people being too casual and spending too much time over on slack moment and it will be funny later when they grumble bout lack of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I do slack sometimes, but if i knew somebody is waiting, i never waste a single sec.&lt;/span&gt; i could not stand seeing some people spending their life while spending others' life by doing everything in such slack mode when they knew they are spending on others as well. So, my philosophy is always simple. if somebody ask me to meet at 9pm, i will reached at 8.55pm. i prefer waiting others than letting others wait. But, as Lord Denning said, every general rule has exceptions. If that person let me wait before, i will reached at 9.10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate for me, sometimes even when i'm late for 10min, i still have to wait... T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-4245775307392873259?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/4245775307392873259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=4245775307392873259' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4245775307392873259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4245775307392873259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-and-opportunity.html' title='Time and opportunity'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-480290936876386104</id><published>2010-02-25T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:17:32.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicle of Emo</title><content type='html'>So, been talking with a gal fren in the midnite the other day, and apparently we talk bout emoness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suggesting that a gal emo more than a guy, but she say is not fair to compare such ways, shud say that guy n gal r of dif kinds of emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I further asked her on this, and this wat she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a scenario:&lt;br /&gt;A guy woke up in the morning and realised that the football team he supported last night lost.&lt;br /&gt;He will say 'shit' and became lack of spirit the whole day. (emo began)&lt;br /&gt;He went out with his gf for lunch, did not talk much.&lt;br /&gt;His gf told him bout her mom's b'day but he did not respond much.&lt;br /&gt;The guy went home and sleep at noon.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up for dinner and became much better. (emo lost)&lt;br /&gt;Talk to gf but she din reply much.&lt;br /&gt;Thought she emo, but guarantee wont think is becoz of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gal pick up a fon call from mom in the morning, asking her to bring her bf home for her b'day dinner.&lt;br /&gt;She went lunch with her bf.&lt;br /&gt;She realised her bf did not want to talk bout her mom b'day. (emo began)&lt;br /&gt;She went home and cry on bed. (emo raised)&lt;br /&gt;She waited for him to call but he did not. (worsen the emo)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time her bf talk of other topic but did not mention bout her mom. (emo till max)&lt;br /&gt;Midnight fon fren to speak out the emoness. (trying to release emo)&lt;br /&gt;Blog out emoness without mentioning reason. (trying to let him knw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, conclusion is... both guy n gal do have emo...&lt;br /&gt;Guy emo come and go...&lt;br /&gt;Gal emo come den guy make it worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i told her another conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the reason u fon me at the midnite! (she trying to release emo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-480290936876386104?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/480290936876386104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=480290936876386104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/480290936876386104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/480290936876386104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/02/chronicle-of-emo.html' title='Chronicle of Emo'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-6567835791662615490</id><published>2010-02-22T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T02:55:26.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, let me emo for once in the blue moon</title><content type='html'>Now is 2.50am and i cant sleep, how nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, let me tell u a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 yrs ago, there is a boy who aged 17 confess to a girl of same age.&lt;br /&gt;The girl said she is still too small to decide anything, and the boy asked what age would be mature to decide for her.&lt;br /&gt;She thought and said 25.&lt;br /&gt;The boy said, fine, he will wait her fr 8 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;The girl was touched, yet the guy did not knw.&lt;br /&gt;The boy told his frens bout the promise, his frens laughed at him.&lt;br /&gt;They think it was an excuse for the girl to reject him.&lt;br /&gt;They boy felt angered, so he decided to carry on his life and start going after other girl.&lt;br /&gt;after 6yrs, a silly true or dare game revealed some secret.&lt;br /&gt;The boy then realised that the girl was actually having some expectation on the promise.&lt;br /&gt;The girl has closed her heart for 6 yrs, yet the boy failed to do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... Promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen in 2012?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-6567835791662615490?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/6567835791662615490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=6567835791662615490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6567835791662615490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6567835791662615490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-let-me-emo-for-once-in-blue-moon.html' title='Okay, let me emo for once in the blue moon'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-2217486808952464325</id><published>2010-02-12T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:53:12.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge</title><content type='html'>okay, i knew i had informed that i wont blog this few days, but is weekend and is blog day, so i still take my time to blog, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been jumping from one blog to another then another then jumped back my blog then took another route then jump here and there... Alright, that is not because i was bored but because i like doing it. I could not rmb who told me this, but some1 did stated before that 2 individuals on Earth is linked by frens by not more than 3 jumps. Which means A and B are total stranger, but both of them are linked by frens by not more than 3 links; In short: A -- C -- D -- E -- B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all time been doubt bout this statement yet could not find ways to prove it wrong untill i opened discovery channel this morning. The discovery team found a new tribes of Native along the Amazon river, Brazil. How the hell m i linked to them by any means watsoever? So, that statement should be changed to most of the people are linked by not more than 3 links, now that's more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i'm still yet to enter my main topic for this post... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge, could be known as the link between two spot. It used to refer mainly to the physical or able-to-see bridge which we use to cross river, road, or drain watsoever. Yet, as in a modern era of today, bridge could also be refer as to many software programme, i.e Facebook, MSN, Google talk or even blog link. From the blog hopping activities, i realised 1 thing. i could easily hop into a stranger blog and hop into a more stranger blog. This would means all of us r linked together, i could even knw had the stranger did recently if he/she blog something bout his/her life recently.&lt;br /&gt;But, then i realized 1 thing:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This ain't not bridge, this is merely link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real bridge between two individuals is not merely knwing each other, but it only occurred when u talk to each other. And what makes u linked or connected is ur heart, unless u do have the USB hair as in Avatar. James Cameron does brilliantly amused us by featuring a new ways of connected (USB hair). In reality, only true frens does connected and linked and the true frens i mentioned is frens who always been plain to each others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What makes the link counts is not how much you knw each other is how much u showed the other of ur true color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-2217486808952464325?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/2217486808952464325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=2217486808952464325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2217486808952464325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2217486808952464325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/02/bridge.html' title='Bridge'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1800175396274102050</id><published>2010-02-10T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:58:05.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Happy CNY</title><content type='html'>Tmr i will be on the bus back to my hometown, though i could still online there, but surely would not have enough time to type new post, so, before i got home, i wish to add a new post. The title of the post is jz merely an express of my bless to every reader of my blog, Happy Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is actually meant to talk about Responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a human, i always do think a lot, or should i say most of us do think a lot. Purpose of life came so often that one could never fail to think bout it for at least once in a while. Are we meant to take a short trip of life and then back to dust? Or there are certain mission that we ought to done before the end of ur candle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never knew what is the mission, if any, that God gave us since none of us could talk to Him/Her (including the Her is to avoid attack by feminism). Yet, one might be overwhelmed by all dif sort of missions by other human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, a father has his own mission to provide shelter and care to his family; a manager should helped his company in achieving certain aim/goal; and etc. When there is a mission that was given by u, and u have consented to accept it by express or imply, u r now having a responsible to fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Responsible Should Then Became Your Priority and You would Sacrifice even Your Own Principle Just to Achieve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who have no responsible in their life, because in some sense it means that person has affected others life. For instance, one had promised another to help him in delivering goods, ended up did not do so, and therefore the other suffer loss due to one lack of responsible. The situation could sometime be so frustrated as in the person did not deliver merely his gf is having a quarrel wid him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could you make everyone suffer due to your own irresponsible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, responsibility is not something that anyone should joke or play around, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if u believe that you could not fulfill the promise, do not make it, or you would be real irritating.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1800175396274102050?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1800175396274102050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1800175396274102050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1800175396274102050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1800175396274102050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/02/early-happy-cny.html' title='Early Happy CNY'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1997048308292093062</id><published>2010-02-10T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T03:20:28.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dear Stupid Animal</title><content type='html'>Aiks... Y la so emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i openly inform u that u r still the most important person for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U want me mention name not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS SAMANTHA LEE SZE HOONG?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1997048308292093062?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1997048308292093062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1997048308292093062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1997048308292093062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1997048308292093062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-dear-stupid-animal.html' title='To Dear Stupid Animal'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-5149394469226863579</id><published>2010-02-05T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:59:01.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread and Love</title><content type='html'>Okay, though i seldom update my blog twice in a day, but since some1 told me my blog is nice to read, i decided to repay the favor... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this post, lets not talk about love, but talk about somethg in contrary, as in Money. Before i go deep into the topic, i must once again remind my readers, i did not write blog because of earning, though it later also became part of the motivation... =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, is the fundamental of life, that is undoubtedly. Love, as in all sorts of, is also another fundamental element of life. Yet, a person telling others that he is a love chaser, might be granted as romantic person while it would be lifeless person if his ambition was money. Most of the people found Titanic romantic as well as Avatar. Part of it could be because none of them need to care bout money but jz could love as they wanted. Therefore, the general concept here is that love and moneyis something very contrary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, is that statement real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving a girl a big bouquet of roses is romantic...&lt;br /&gt;Playing piano for a girl is romantic...&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in front of a lot of people is romantic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying a big bouquet of roses need money...&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to play piano need money...&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to dance and attend a dance ball need a lot of money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is based on money... or at least romantic is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, a love chaser must first become a money chaser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love chaser is elegant while money chaser is dirty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i get it, rose is not the flower of love, but lotus. Because both of love and lotus is something elegant out of dirty mud...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-5149394469226863579?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/5149394469226863579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=5149394469226863579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5149394469226863579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5149394469226863579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/02/bread-and-love.html' title='Bread and Love'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-8042540504260041669</id><published>2010-02-05T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:43:40.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Love</title><content type='html'>Okay, this post wasn't of my idea, but due to some frens believe i wrote better when it comes to opinion on love matter. So, forever love it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rmb 1 of my fren use to tell me this: Never ever promise a gal anything bout forever, coz if u failed to do it, it hurts. Then, it gave me a thought, then i realized i could merely understand the definition of forever, but could not imagine it. This then causes me a lot of headache, and i really meant it, because, ever since that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun dare to say frenship forever...&lt;br /&gt;I dun dare to say love u forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i could not even imagine myself doing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even worse is when a girl that i dun like ask me whether would i like her 1 day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun dare to say i wont like her forever, then ended up she told her fren i fool her feeling... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, is a bit far frm topic u say? alrite, let's talk bout forever love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was of the opinion that love could never be forever, because not even u could live forever, hw could u love forever? but one person rebutted me before saying that i knw nothing bout romantic, forever love is a promise meaning even till he/she die, that person still love the other... Sincerely, i would believe if they were married couple and have been thru many obstacles, but if a young man tell a young women 'darl, i love u forever...', it is more or less doubtful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun believe me? ask urself with sincere now, did u think u r in love before? Nice, so u did, right? Is the one u 'love' at age of 17 same as the one when u r age of 23? or when u r in age of 35, do u sincerely all of them is the same. i could understd when a feeling of 'love' start flooding ur mind (especially male), u felt it is almost impossible to love others and u believe that that will be eternal and so much that u mz sing a love song or write a poem to frame it, and forever would be the sacred word that suit u so much. But, after few years, do u still feel the same? As in do u still love her forever, or u start compromise to u could cope wid her forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at this stage, the girl would start feeling 'u treat me no more like last time' which the so called "last time" refer to when ur hormone overtook ur mind. Then, if a gal that match ur feeling appear, u gonna sing the same song again or u will compromise to accept the one that u have once 'love forever'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing couples who love had faded but still wish to hang on is suffering, even worse c-ing couples who once made promise of mountain n sea getting appart appeared to be a joke for me. So, should u think twice before u made any promise regarding forever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-8042540504260041669?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/8042540504260041669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=8042540504260041669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8042540504260041669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8042540504260041669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/02/forever-love.html' title='Forever Love'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-4403392712034088169</id><published>2010-02-04T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:05:41.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith is something u born with</title><content type='html'>Still rmb when i'm studying Philosophy during my foundation time, one of the topic that we discussed was 'Faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith could be literary define as trust, but not exhaustive as it is. The power of trust should start with believe ---&gt; trust ---&gt; faith. When a person say he believe in what u said, is becoz he know u or he had certain point at that moment to think u r right. Yet, the believe could be overturn by some other prove/evidence which said u r wrong. i.e u will believe what ur mom said because she is your mom, yet the believe might gone if later u found prove on otherwise. Trust is a stronger believe where you always have strong reason as fundamental on ur trust. i.e i have trust that Ali could win the game today, because i saw him train b4 and he is real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be faith then? it is the strongest trust that u could never overturn urself to believe whatsoever even the other side is with strong evidence whatsoever, and ur trust is baseless. This kinds of trust is normally related to divine usage. i.e for a God believer, they often said they have strong faith in their God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Hanks in the movie 'Angels and Demons' said "Faith is a gift that i have yet to receive" when he was being asked "do u believe in God." I had been thinking that sentence until today, is Faith a born gift, or it was a gift from our environment? A strong believer is often born in a family consist of believer. If that so, are we born to believe what our parents believe no matter what? Then, that 'faith' should not be real 'faith' since there are certain reason to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A real faith need no reason and u could not trace any of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my philosophy is that: If ur son come to u n say that he had faith in other religion, dun slap his face, let him face his own faith. Hmmm... i'm in puzzle with my faith actually, i do have faith in  God, but He doesn't seem belongs to any of the religion. Btw, dear believer of various religion, plz dun come approach me, i might knew ur religion better den u, if i really have faith, i would choose it without u approaching. Stop approaching the others too, let them decide their faith,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; let God do the approach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-4403392712034088169?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/4403392712034088169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=4403392712034088169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4403392712034088169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4403392712034088169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/02/faith-is-something-u-born-with.html' title='Faith is something u born with'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-6360077828949308895</id><published>2010-01-30T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:13:27.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of ideas</title><content type='html'>As a blogger, the problem of lack of ideas or motivation or ilham to write a new post is often happen. This situation not only happening to someone like me who often like to write opinion post but also to life post blogger such as rubygurl.blogspot.com and mixed post blogger like nkc2008.blogspot.com; n worse if u r lazy blogger such as convivenciaenmimundo.blogspot.com or chenthetalent.blogspot.com. Emo blogger such as iriellecoffee.blogspot.com also could be lack of emoness to update nowadays. It might be due to the dry weather or the beginning of sem where much havent occurred to create emoness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is act not an intro post to my buddies' blog, but asking suggestion on what should i write about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kindly write me a ques that u wish to hear my opinion or any topic that u wish to read~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-6360077828949308895?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/6360077828949308895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=6360077828949308895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6360077828949308895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6360077828949308895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/01/lack-of-ideas.html' title='Lack of ideas'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-7036590622288059513</id><published>2010-01-21T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:28:03.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Like It Longer</title><content type='html'>We never thought of the matter of having it longer when v r still child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really care whose is longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, through the year of teen, everyone seems to be competing indirectly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, u might heard from some1 hw long is his, n u start felt panic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U might then started to think about is ur length the normal one or u r simply short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, u started to think of all ways to make urs longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U even start discussing with those self-claim long's fren to c wat could u do to improve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, how many does the ways really work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U started to find other solution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as believing advertisement on newspaper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, they still dun help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it is exactly what u been thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All guys dream of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;longer&lt;/span&gt; conversation with the gal they dream of...&lt;br /&gt;It is really good when u could have nice conversation wid ur dream girl and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat's y, i always like it to b longer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-7036590622288059513?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/7036590622288059513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=7036590622288059513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/7036590622288059513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/7036590622288059513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-i-like-it-longer.html' title='Why I Like It Longer'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-4744501939467824362</id><published>2010-01-18T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:04:06.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching my own ton of blog!</title><content type='html'>This is my 100th post, so plz allow me to talk bout myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many person might found themselves woke up in the morning and so puzzled of the reason they r living in this world. To be honest to u, i've never felt that way; i could tell u very clearly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what drives me forward is MY DREAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knw many people who like to make fun of others dream or insult theirs, but for me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a person without a dream is simply not living on this world.&lt;/span&gt; Life began n gone, which one could u control? If u could not control either, then y r u afraid to chase ur dream? Trust me, even if u could not fulfill ur dream, just by moving towards ur dream avday, u wont felt regret even if u gonna end ur life in the next second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's my dream then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always dream of becoming a lawyer ever since 7 yrs old, and thx to every blessing, i'm now ahead of it and i'm just one tough sem ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a little girl seeing her favorite shirt outside a boutique through the glass. I could see the color of my dream and they r so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's the color of my dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the color that could not be described... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-4744501939467824362?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/4744501939467824362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=4744501939467824362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4744501939467824362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4744501939467824362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/01/reaching-my-own-ton-of-blog.html' title='Reaching my own ton of blog!'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-3004697288441735060</id><published>2010-01-15T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:33:52.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A love story</title><content type='html'>When it comes to love story, i always rmb this story:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a soldier, he is totally in love with the princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he proposed to the princess, the princess was a little shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she said 'if u could stand guard in front my room for 100 days without 1 day rest, i shall marry you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the soldier happily guarded her room ever since that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day after day, as the princess counting the days, she started to felt touch of the soldier's passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soldier never rest for even 1 day, he guarded her room every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 99th night, after looking at the soldier from the window, the princess promise herself to give a kiss on the soldier cheek when she wake up the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night the princess went into dream with smile 0n her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day morning, when she opened her door, the soldier is gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this story for me is meaningful as it easily explain 2 kinds of conflict between man n woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the princess, what she want is never bout handsome, strong or rich or prince. What she wanted was simply a guy that is willing to protect her and could face difficulties just to marry her. therefore, she gave the soldier a difficulty which not all man could do just to let a girl marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the soldier, he must have been thinking that the princess dun like him simply becoz he is only a soldier, not prince. On the 99th night, he knew he could have pass thru the difficulty, but at the same time he was thinking the reason the princess set the difficulty. He then realize that maybe princess wanted to reject him without hurting his feeling. therefore, he left in sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish all those who r similar with above story, do not stay hatred in ur heart. Sometimes things happen as if the other must be wrong ended it was a joke by the God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the term God must not in particular refer to any God of any books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-3004697288441735060?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/3004697288441735060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=3004697288441735060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3004697288441735060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3004697288441735060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-story.html' title='A love story'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1045041043923294089</id><published>2010-01-13T13:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:38:32.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering a question from my female fren</title><content type='html'>This is my 98th post, n i sincerely wish to make it a more meaningful post rather than merely a crept post. U might ask me y on the 98th post not 100th? Beccoz i like the number, though is not my favorite number anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaningful of this post is not because i m gonna talk somethg knowledgeable nor informative, but jz to share some of mine opinion to a question that my fren asked me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st question is by a lady asking me y a guy that said love her so much, could ended up after another girl in just merely 1 week after she rejected him. According to her, men is a feelingless or cold blood animal and is full of lies. The truth is that she actually quite like that guy but do not want to accept him in his 1st attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to answer this question, i must first said that i have no knwledge on y gals often like to reject or ill-treated the one she care, so i will not talk about that part, mayb some of the gals could try explain to me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the guy part. I m a guy, for obvious reason, though i sincerely dun think all guy have same thinking, so i m gonna explain guy using my own interpretation and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy mature later than a girl normally yet their ego grew much faster than their maturity.&lt;br /&gt;Often for a guy to have a spark/feeling/crush on girl is kinda easy to observe. In that stage, the guy would kept asked himself 'what could i do to get the girl?' he would actually do everythg to get the girl he wanted, and due to his lack of maturity and growing esteem, he thought wateva he did should be touching for the gal. In fact, sometime the gal would gave wrong information, such as 'i'm glad that u r wid me tonite' or 'thx for the dinner, i m happy tonite'; all these mesg would oni b interprete as 'i'm giving u a chance' in the guy brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This monkey would then flew to the moon and became a more idiotic romantic person and start doing all soort of stupid thingy. If the girl eventually get touched by all that, it would became a fantastic love story. *though if they broke up few years after that, the gal might tell others what the guy did as a joke* On the other hand, if after all that, the gal rejected the guy, it would give fertilizer to hatred in the guy head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is normally what comes to the guy's head:&lt;br /&gt;1. y do u give me so many mesg n encouragement ended up rejecting me?&lt;br /&gt;2. y do u kept said that u r happy wid me ended said i did not give u spark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even worse if his fren came and console him:&lt;br /&gt;1. i think wat she like is ur money.&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;br /&gt;2. i think she is juz feeling good that there is a guy after her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As explained above, the superior egoistic would came n tell him, let's prove to her that u r good by finding a better one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who r the one hurting the other one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer is more like chicken and egg i think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1045041043923294089?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1045041043923294089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1045041043923294089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1045041043923294089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1045041043923294089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/01/answering-question-from-my-female-fren.html' title='Answering a question from my female fren'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-3690629853111674402</id><published>2010-01-10T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:41:22.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last time we won EUFA Europa League</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_HPaLj9do0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/d_HPaLj9do0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-time-we-won-eufa-europa-league.html' title='The last time we won EUFA Europa League'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-4626057433833116037</id><published>2010-01-05T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:30:37.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The road not taken</title><content type='html'>suddenly remember a poem that written by Robert Frost which i was forced to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it said when u walk to a junction, there r two ways to choose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i choose left, would i regret 1 day?&lt;br /&gt;if i choose right, would i be happier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is full of choices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if v cant make a choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den mayb i will be a lotus eater...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-4626057433833116037?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/4626057433833116037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=4626057433833116037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4626057433833116037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4626057433833116037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/01/road-not-taken.html' title='The road not taken'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-161618802936439425</id><published>2010-01-05T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:49:27.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposed new jersey or Liverpool by Adidas</title><content type='html'>Since Carlsberg is no more the main sponsor of Liverpool, this is their new jersey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/S0K1_LjMYSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/z4EZbzcfYRE/s1600-h/19848_273573083867_6958273867_44937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/S0K1_LjMYSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/z4EZbzcfYRE/s320/19848_273573083867_6958273867_44937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423096998344286498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/S0K1-0S035I/AAAAAAAAAYM/KKyN3K5r9zQ/s1600-h/19848_273573628867_6958273867_44937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/S0K1-0S035I/AAAAAAAAAYM/KKyN3K5r9zQ/s320/19848_273573628867_6958273867_44937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423096992101621650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Personally think the away look better than the home one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-161618802936439425?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/161618802936439425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=161618802936439425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/161618802936439425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/161618802936439425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2010/01/proposed-new-jersey-or-liverpool-by.html' title='Proposed new jersey or Liverpool by Adidas'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/S0K1_LjMYSI/AAAAAAAAAYU/z4EZbzcfYRE/s72-c/19848_273573083867_6958273867_44937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1548443502587595632</id><published>2009-12-31T09:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:36:54.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>In the year 2010, i mz have done all these 10 thgs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, Mz graduate in year 2010, nothing more important than this &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, Mz cut off at least 10kg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, Enter pupilage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th, Mz try bold my head for once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th, Mz go Sabah or Sarawak for once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th, Mz save some money *2008 and 2009 also failed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th, Take part in MMU Olympic with my futsal mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th, fight my altophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th, Mz watch full World Cup Final! *last world cup final i slept for more den 20min*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th, Get Habeeb Sponsored silver roti canai plate!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1548443502587595632?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1548443502587595632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1548443502587595632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1548443502587595632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1548443502587595632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-32157133174601750</id><published>2009-12-29T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:55:35.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some update + a letter for my dear fren</title><content type='html'>Due to technical error, my Klang post will be update after my holiday ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout holidays, i finally start enjoy a free day after like 1 week of my holiday, though nw suffering poverty as well as leg injury, i m still happy to be sitting in front my computer whole day and enjoying cup of latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a letter to a fren of mine who is now located at Swiss already:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that u r now safe in Swiss and chilling the cold weather there, wish u having a nice sweater and thick blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think u might be grumbling for my not-so-care-bout-you perangai that day, and whether u believe it or not, is becoz i wanna wish u n him always well together. You will always be my best fren no matter what happen, the care of mine to urs is in my heart, dun doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i refuse to go airport because i dun knw wat to do there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a nice guy and i could c that he does care for u, u shud really hold him tight this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish u all the best and Happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: thx for the french press and coffee bean, i really like them a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-32157133174601750?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/32157133174601750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=32157133174601750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/32157133174601750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/32157133174601750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-update-letter-for-my-dear-fren.html' title='Some update + a letter for my dear fren'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-3533773121028791757</id><published>2009-12-24T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:36:41.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas eve</title><content type='html'>this is my N post about Christmas d, i told my roomate Kai Choy that i m not so up for it, but ended up nw i m like a hypocrite... =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My X'mas present flood in recently, so, i'm lazy to take all photo and show it here, but still wish to thanks all of u here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out soon for lunch wid my old schoolmate, so, this would be a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer for next post -- My hometown(2) -- Bah Kut Teh, this time CheN from chenthetalent.blogspot.com will be my guess for the post... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-3533773121028791757?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/3533773121028791757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=3533773121028791757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3533773121028791757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3533773121028791757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas eve'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-9222033365084678592</id><published>2009-12-20T20:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:23:26.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Christmas Present..</title><content type='html'>Received 2 early Christmas present from Puang Puang aka Maria, Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it is not cufflink *drawing circle on floor*, but i still like them la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posting some photo up here...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sy4Wiz-ok5I/AAAAAAAAAXg/bxEqIN395x0/s1600-h/20122009.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sy4Wiz-ok5I/AAAAAAAAAXg/bxEqIN395x0/s320/20122009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417292189097563026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nw, Surfing yoyo finally has a new partner -- Ultrayoyo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sy4WjhNn5ZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/eArrC6mLsAE/s1600-h/20122009%28001%29.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sy4WjhNn5ZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/eArrC6mLsAE/s320/20122009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417292201240028562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are even breads and biscuit inside the tupperware...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sy4WjDTvyyI/AAAAAAAAAXo/s9gFDuc7Xos/s1600-h/20122009%28002%29.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sy4WjDTvyyI/AAAAAAAAAXo/s9gFDuc7Xos/s320/20122009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417292193212648226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it is double layer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next? *FULL OF IMAGINATION*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-9222033365084678592?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/9222033365084678592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=9222033365084678592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/9222033365084678592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/9222033365084678592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/12/early-christmas-present.html' title='Early Christmas Present..'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sy4Wiz-ok5I/AAAAAAAAAXg/bxEqIN395x0/s72-c/20122009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-721416409312735084</id><published>2009-12-20T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:38:03.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandal in MMU law school</title><content type='html'>The suspicious starts when he suddenly blog bout her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sy0Ow2kbSYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rAYPHDoxaMQ/s1600-h/16122009.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sy0Ow2kbSYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rAYPHDoxaMQ/s320/16122009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417002159241382274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, they been found interacting in a small room inside law lib...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sy0O5kCT4ZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FFadu_IpbEc/s1600-h/19122009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sy0O5kCT4ZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FFadu_IpbEc/s320/19122009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417002308885275026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now, been caught for having dinner together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, good luck with all of your exams and Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-721416409312735084?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/721416409312735084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=721416409312735084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/721416409312735084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/721416409312735084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/12/scandal-in-mmu-law-school.html' title='Scandal in MMU law school'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sy0Ow2kbSYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rAYPHDoxaMQ/s72-c/16122009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-7903823109646486792</id><published>2009-12-18T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:28:23.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hijrah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SytY-EBoDPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ks9EOdIzG4Y/s1600-h/py2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SytY-EBoDPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ks9EOdIzG4Y/s320/py2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416520800098847986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SytY9xjMMyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/EpXXcfLoEk0/s1600-h/py1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SytY9xjMMyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/EpXXcfLoEk0/s320/py1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416520795139355426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the bad network, we are nw moved to IRC...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-7903823109646486792?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/7903823109646486792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=7903823109646486792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/7903823109646486792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/7903823109646486792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/12/hijrah.html' title='Hijrah'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SytY-EBoDPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ks9EOdIzG4Y/s72-c/py2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-2302241732599953253</id><published>2009-12-18T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:27:56.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study at Mori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sysud-NC-CI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/WAQX2K_jKPk/s1600-h/gc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sysud-NC-CI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/WAQX2K_jKPk/s320/gc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416474069291956258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sysudn8DcaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8cp8ia0UMNY/s1600-h/gc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sysudn8DcaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8cp8ia0UMNY/s320/gc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416474063315104162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 stupids playing webcam while all sitting next to next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law lib closed for awal Muharram&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-2302241732599953253?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/2302241732599953253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=2302241732599953253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2302241732599953253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2302241732599953253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/12/study-at-mori.html' title='Study at Mori'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sysud-NC-CI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/WAQX2K_jKPk/s72-c/gc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-3074088265633679083</id><published>2009-12-17T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:37:19.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas near... (2)</title><content type='html'>Still not yet buy any presents this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then thinking last year what present i bought and for who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then only realise last year i celebrate my worst eve ever... Despite all my good frens celebrate together, it is still shit to celebrate christmas while changing tyre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What u want this year? i cant recall what i gave u last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the only present i could recall is i gave Ruby a squirrel... haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-3074088265633679083?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/3074088265633679083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=3074088265633679083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3074088265633679083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/3074088265633679083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-near-2.html' title='Christmas near... (2)'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-19966269587058639</id><published>2009-12-16T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:01:59.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas near...</title><content type='html'>Every1 seems to be planning their christmas already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m i the only 1 who has no actual plan yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping there is a sudden snow on eve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping also for a turkey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-19966269587058639?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/19966269587058639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=19966269587058639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/19966269587058639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/19966269587058639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-near.html' title='Christmas near...'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1957735262433803494</id><published>2009-12-13T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:06:42.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories and Friends</title><content type='html'>Jz get a call ytd night after watching comedy movie (storm warrior) with Chen n Maria, the call is from an old fren of mine, planning to invite me and my parents to her wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have v knw each other? 10 yrs? more den that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knw u when v r both 9 yrs old, nw i'm 22, means v knw each other 22-9 = 13. Our frenship enter form 1 d lo... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could still recall the time v go Pasar Malam together after tuition...&lt;br /&gt;i could still recall the time v go find ghost after class ends...&lt;br /&gt;i could still recall the time v wait car after class ends...&lt;br /&gt;i could still recall the time v quarrel...&lt;br /&gt;i could still recall ur smile when i go apology to u...&lt;br /&gt;i could still recall v curi makan when working as waiter/tress&lt;br /&gt;i could still recall when u cry and tell me some1 bully u...&lt;br /&gt;i could still recall watching movie in empty cinema during ur b'day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many many more precious memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i mz try to rmb the moment when u get marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n recall it someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And share the moments when v r both old, n chating in some kopitiam, wid a coffee in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May ur marriage always been blissful and last forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear old friend, Catherine Yap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SySDxoFeNfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/YGcd4mwRDIc/s1600-h/7118_150934872604_688672604_2694493_8056111_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SySDxoFeNfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/YGcd4mwRDIc/s320/7118_150934872604_688672604_2694493_8056111_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414597540603377138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1957735262433803494?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1957735262433803494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1957735262433803494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1957735262433803494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1957735262433803494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/12/memories-and-friends.html' title='Memories and Friends'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SySDxoFeNfI/AAAAAAAAAWA/YGcd4mwRDIc/s72-c/7118_150934872604_688672604_2694493_8056111_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-757178890118142613</id><published>2009-12-06T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T09:32:22.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hometown (1) -- Road and People</title><content type='html'>Many people had all sort of imagination or link bout my hometown -- Klang. To be honest, i love this place no matter wat others say, i wont bluff other that i'm from KL becoz i dun feel proud bout it. It is sometime so good when u tell others that u r from Klang, almost as good as JB people telling others they from JB, becoz outsiders somehow will have the idea that we r some sort of Mafia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will only talk bout road and people, next post will be Bah Kut Teh and Seafood, last post will be Palace and River. ya, we have the best river in the world, which i will mention no more in this post unless u like repetitive story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in Klang was never the same like driving around in any other part of the world, merely becoz our driver r of all sort. Jz take a look of our accident rate, is far lower den the so-called-strong-driver-place KL. they will say becoz they tend to drive more aggressively, come to Klang n try drive slowly, we never been stingy wid our Honk. We are crazily driving here. If u could drive and survive in Klang, u would surely be able to survive in any place else, becoz here u have to avoid all kinds of distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give u some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SxsIoLab6_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/flGKNd8Nq-I/s1600-h/27032009.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SxsIoLab6_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/flGKNd8Nq-I/s320/27032009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411928863567244274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cow will ensure ur break is in good condition from time to time...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SxsInrh_EaI/AAAAAAAAAVE/EKp2NOTCZZY/s1600-h/05122009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SxsInrh_EaI/AAAAAAAAAVE/EKp2NOTCZZY/s320/05122009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411928855008973218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U would sometime be thinking bout other car, is that a vios or lexus, or ugly aeroplane&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SxsInTep9VI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2UmLXKhRGNQ/s1600-h/05122009%28001%29.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SxsInTep9VI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2UmLXKhRGNQ/s320/05122009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411928848552555858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u would even see motorcyclist practising his Hula skill at the red light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? driving in Klang is certainly a brand new experience that u cant get it from any where else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y r u still waiting? drive ur car to Klang nw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-757178890118142613?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/757178890118142613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=757178890118142613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/757178890118142613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/757178890118142613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-hometown-1-road-and-people.html' title='My hometown (1) -- Road and People'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SxsIoLab6_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/flGKNd8Nq-I/s72-c/27032009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-2586660541450238444</id><published>2009-12-04T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:45:02.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deceitful</title><content type='html'>Is not easy to write a new post out of ur mind genuinely, i think some blogger is encountering this problem, tat's y they r lack of updates, such as beloved Q Mo. Me always have all kinds of ideas in brain but lazy to type them since i dun like to jz sharing my life or exp in such a ways, i prefer having a cup of tea or coffee den joke or talk wid frens, at that time, i could simply tell a thousands jokes or story, but when facing the laptop all by my own, the mood is not really strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, when u r alone wid ur laptop n typing a blog, the emotion conquer u in a very fast way, as fast as Kai Choy fall asleep in 3am morning, n ended up typing a emo blog. i been finished a blog post for many times jz lacking of 1 click to post it, simply becoz i wish my reader wont get emo or bored by my frust post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i m a bit far from my topic today, deceitful. y do i named my blog deceitful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a new fren recently, not more than 2 months, probably less than that. By the 1st look on her face, u have the impression that she is a decent girl. But, that is y i name this blog deceitful. ya, never simply judge a book by its cover. nolar, act i name this post deceitful merely becoz instead of having my exam week started at 21st Dec, it starts at 17th Dec and ended 23rd Dec, wish i could still catch a bus home to celebrate Christmas Eve wid my fellow frens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ya, the new fren i got name is Tee Pei Yan aka Puang Yan aka Talented Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SxjZOR1ZiMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QKYWiAqOeKY/s1600-h/03122009.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SxjZOR1ZiMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QKYWiAqOeKY/s320/03122009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411313791614421186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is her normal look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SxjZO8fARJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/w4Hdyfj6a-k/s1600-h/03122009%28002%29.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SxjZO8fARJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/w4Hdyfj6a-k/s320/03122009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411313803063215250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is her real look... playing her swollen leg which bitten by unknown creature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she use others MSN account to chat jz to check anyone speak bad bout her... hw deceitful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-2586660541450238444?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/2586660541450238444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=2586660541450238444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2586660541450238444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2586660541450238444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/12/deceitful.html' title='Deceitful'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SxjZOR1ZiMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QKYWiAqOeKY/s72-c/03122009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1253578877019359154</id><published>2009-11-12T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:50:27.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been rainy season...</title><content type='html'>Before i start this post, i must once again explicitly declare this: i've no particular political party stand or favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been rainy seasons, both in Malaysia and Malaysia political party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask u this brilliant question:&lt;br /&gt;1. do u know that the H1N1 has a potential to change to a stronger disease recently?&lt;br /&gt;2. do u know that there is an internal fight going on in our beloved MCA party?&lt;br /&gt;3. do u know that PAS is having internal affairs on whether to join UMNO?&lt;br /&gt;4. do u know that there is a flood at the east coast of peninsular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by answering all the above question, u will realise that our press is trying to tell u this:&lt;br /&gt;what is so important of people's health or welfare if compare to our political issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is simply absurd, as i'm equally surprise to read an article abour Kuantan flood that it is usual; wat's does that means? because it is usual, we shall let it remain? just like we celebrate new year every year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm quite impress of that Datuk Dr Wee is lack of general knowledge on history as he said that Sun Yat Sen is a Ming Dynasty Fighter... So brilliant, i wish he could have told this to Hu JingTao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/13umS4ov7RI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/13umS4ov7RI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1253578877019359154?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1253578877019359154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1253578877019359154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1253578877019359154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1253578877019359154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-rainy-season.html' title='It&apos;s been rainy season...'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-9021331574222255404</id><published>2009-11-08T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:13:14.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jz an Update post...</title><content type='html'>Have been fever for 2-3days, now finally feel better, special thx to Goh Chek Kang that wash clothes for me, n my roomate who kept me awake at midnite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday is my 1st Squash class, n i finally knw the reason y previously i kept lost to Jia Lian in Squash, is because my style is totally wrong... =.=" Talking bout squash, Pei Yan has been granted a new name for being good in 1st class, as since she is admire of Maria Sharapova, now her new name will be Genius Little Maria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd went to Jusco n bought myself a new blanket, becoz the night before that i was shivering for cold at night which seldom happen. (u seldom c bear shiver, dont u?) Felt bliss now as my headache lost after a good sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-9021331574222255404?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/9021331574222255404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=9021331574222255404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/9021331574222255404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/9021331574222255404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/11/jz-update-post.html' title='Jz an Update post...'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-82730915102516569</id><published>2009-11-01T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:38:57.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Squash racquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Su2qzA-otrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-_7Qd8DwIp4/s1600-h/107493212_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Su2qzA-otrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-_7Qd8DwIp4/s320/107493212_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399159321699858098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the idea was to master a sport, u muz 1st have the tool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i decided to buy a squash racquet to ensure i could have a good grade in my co-co subject which is squash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n out of all, i bought a Dunlop TempoLite Ti racquet, it is red in colour and is quite economic. The racquet is 200g in weight, i rmb my coach/lec mention that 180 is considered heavy, but mine is 20g heavier than that... I m wondering wat does the word lite refer to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-82730915102516569?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/82730915102516569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=82730915102516569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/82730915102516569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/82730915102516569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-new-squash-racquet.html' title='My new Squash racquet'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Su2qzA-otrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-_7Qd8DwIp4/s72-c/107493212_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-8964423316337439575</id><published>2009-10-19T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:59:02.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is for some Liverpool Fans, though u guys r not real fans...</title><content type='html'>I still rmb my 1st Liverpool game was Liverpool v Leeds Utd, the result was 2-2, we fought back from 2-0. I could still rmb when Owen score the equaliser, and Hamman go hug him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet u could still rmb Milan game and West Ham game, where we grab the champ from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Liverpool fans, we are always famous of never give up, tat's y our slogan is 'u will never walk alone.' Plz stop start blaming who and who; come on, we played Sunderland without Gerrard and Torres, a lost is predictable. U might blame Rafa for not purchasing a thick bench, then take a look at the financial status, we are not Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Liverpool fans, i knw, and i understd, y lucas in every match? But, think propley, he is the only midfielder center available. Mascherano is fatigue, Gerrard is injured, Jay Spearing is on the pitch, is there any choice left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u dun understd Liverpool or Rafa, den shut up and stop calling urself a Liverpool fans. The KOP never blame but we always play as a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Will Never Walk Alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-8964423316337439575?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/8964423316337439575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=8964423316337439575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8964423316337439575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8964423316337439575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-post-is-for-some-liverpool-fans.html' title='This post is for some Liverpool Fans, though u guys r not real fans...'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-8695386630552790832</id><published>2009-10-11T20:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:40:34.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's just have a relax post</title><content type='html'>I wonder how many do the same, but i m one of the vacation craving freak. I always been wishing to go here n there, but ended up too bz to go or out of budget due to my big spendid habit.(tat is another brand new topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be in general, what do i mean by vacation?&lt;br /&gt;It could be easily define as away from your usual work, or study for some leisure moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, to many strong believes that human are apart, we have all kinds of ideas of vacation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type 1 : shopaholic vacation (aka ladies delight)&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of vacation that most of the ladies cant resist themselves. Their main purpose there is to shop till they drop; or the credit cards drop (which occur first prevail).&lt;br /&gt;Rec places: Tokyo, Milan,&lt;br /&gt;Rec for women : 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;Rec for men : -5stars&lt;br /&gt;Benefit :&lt;br /&gt;u gonna enjoy the post vacation pleasure when somebody kept praise your new attires, i.e saying that u look so elegant with the brand new season handbag. besides, u r also about to enjoy the pleasure to answer them 'o, but it is not available in our country.'&lt;br /&gt;Side Effect :&lt;br /&gt;u gonna be poor @ ur love one gonna be poor @ the 1 who love u gonna be poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type 2 : dun-wanna-miss vacation&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of vacation where u r going to a place where there r many spot they u could not afford to miss out and all u wish to do is keep going here and there or many kinds of dif foods that u doesn't want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;Rec Places: Seoul, Hong Kong, Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Rec for women : 3-4 stars&lt;br /&gt;Rec for men : 3-4 stars&lt;br /&gt;Benefit :&lt;br /&gt;u had seen so much and experienced so much of dif foods, u had not only open up ur personal knowledge but also ur sense of taste.&lt;br /&gt;Side Effect:&lt;br /&gt;u felt like it is even more tiring than before the vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type 3 : Slack vacation&lt;br /&gt;this is the type of vacation where u choose a place and have a whole day resting at the breathtaking scenery spot. U might not do anything but having a wine and a friend to chat with.&lt;br /&gt;Rec Places: Maldives, Costa Rica, Bali&lt;br /&gt;Rec for women : 4 stars&lt;br /&gt;Rec for men : 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;Benefit:&lt;br /&gt;u could really relax down both physical and mental.&lt;br /&gt;Side Effect:&lt;br /&gt;u get even more reluctant to continue your work or study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type 4 : Budget Vacation&lt;br /&gt;this is a compomise vacation plan where u wanted to go somewhere else, but due to the lack of budget, u told urself to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;Rec Places: Thailand, Pulau Penang, Manila&lt;br /&gt;Rec for women : 2 stars&lt;br /&gt;Rec for men : 3.5-4 stars&lt;br /&gt;Benefit:&lt;br /&gt;u r still wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;Side Effect:&lt;br /&gt;u will still grumble that the next time u wanted a real vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What types of vacation is u craving for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMU-ian, Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-8695386630552790832?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/8695386630552790832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=8695386630552790832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8695386630552790832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8695386630552790832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-just-have-relax-post.html' title='Let&apos;s just have a relax post'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-1371008390113439852</id><published>2009-10-10T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T16:23:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pringles are Potato!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Below is an interesting article that sounds a little ridiculous, and u might be thinking that if ur tax money was paid for such a case to carry out, u rather donate it to the beggar under bridge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: not under every bridge got beggar, choose ur bridge wisely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK TIMES&lt;br /&gt;EDITORIAL OBSERVER&lt;br /&gt;The Lord Justice Hath Ruled: Pringles Are Potato Chips &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By ADAM COHEN&lt;br /&gt;Published: May 31, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;Britain’s Supreme Court of Judicature has answered a question that has long puzzled late-night dorm-room snackers: What, exactly, is a Pringle? With citations ranging from Baroness Hale of Richmond to Oliver Wendell Holmes, Lord Justice Robin Jacob concluded that, legally, it is a potato chip.&lt;br /&gt;The decision is bad news for Procter &amp; Gamble U.K., which now owes $160 million in taxes. It is good news for Her Majesty’s Revenue and Customs — and for fans of no-nonsense legal opinions. It is also a reminder, as conservatives begin attacking Judge Sonia Sotomayor for not being a “strict constructionist,” of the pointlessness of labels like that.&lt;br /&gt;In Britain, most foods are exempt from the value-added tax, but potato chips — known as crisps — and “similar products made from the potato, or from potato flour,” are taxable. Procter &amp; Gamble, in what could be considered a plea for strict construction, argued that Pringles — which are about 40 percent potato flour, but also contain corn, rice and wheat — should not be considered potato chips or “similar products.” Rather, they are “savory snacks.” &lt;br /&gt;The VAT and Duties Tribunal disagreed, ruling that Pringles — which have been marketed in the United States as “potato chips” — are taxable. “There are other ingredients,” the tribunal said, but a Pringle is “made from potato flour in the sense that one cannot say that it is not made from potato flour, and the proportion of potato flour is significant being over 40 percent.”&lt;br /&gt;An appeals court reversed, in a convoluted opinion that considered four interpretations of the law before ultimately rejecting three of them. In the end, it decided that Pringles are exempt from the tax, mainly because they have less potato content than a potato chip. &lt;br /&gt;The Supreme Court of Judicature reversed again, in an eloquent decision. Lord Justice Jacob, in an apparent swipe at the midlevel court, insisted the question was “not one calling for or justifying overelaborate, almost mind-numbing legal analysis.”&lt;br /&gt;The VAT and Duties Tribunal took an eminently practical approach, he said. It considered Pringles’ appearance, taste, ingredients, process of manufacture, marketing and packaging, and concluded that “while in many respects” they “are different from potato crisps and so they are near the borderline, they are sufficiently similar to satisfy that test.”&lt;br /&gt;The tribunal was not obliged, he said, “to go on and spell out item by item how each was weighed as if it were using a real scientist’s balance.” It came down to “a matter of overall impression.”&lt;br /&gt;The Supreme Court of Judicature had little patience with Procter &amp; Gamble’s lawyerly attempts to break out of the potato chip category. The company argued that to be “made of potato” Pringles would have to be all potato, or nearly so. If so, Lord Justice Jacob noted, “a marmalade made using both oranges and grapefruit would be made of neither — a nonsense conclusion.”&lt;br /&gt;He was even more dismissive of Procter &amp; Gamble’s argument that to be taxable a product must contain enough potato to have the quality of “potatoness.” This “Aristotelian question” of whether a product has the “essence of potato,” he insisted, simply cannot be answered.&lt;br /&gt;In the Pringles litigation, three levels of British courts engaged in a classic debate over line-drawing, a staple of first-year law school classes. At some point, a potato-chip-like item is so different from a potato chip that it can no longer be called one — but when? Lord Justice Jacob invoked the wisdom of Justice Holmes: “A tyro thinks to puzzle you by asking you where you are going to draw the line and an advocate of more experience will show the arbitrariness of the line proposed by putting cases very near it on one side or the other.”&lt;br /&gt;In other words, sometimes you just have to call them as you see them.&lt;br /&gt;Conservatives like to insist that their judges are strict constructionists, giving the Constitution and statutes their precise meaning and no more, while judges like Ms. Sotomayor are activists. But there is no magic right way to interpret terms like “free speech” or “due process” — or potato chip. Nor is either ideological camp wholly strict or wholly activist. Liberal judges tend to be expansive about things like equal protection, while conservatives read more into ones like “the right to bear arms.”&lt;br /&gt;In the end, as Lord Justice Jacob noted, a judge can only look at the relevant factors and draw an overall impression. His common-sense approach was a rebuke not only to Procter &amp; Gamble, but to everyone out there who insists that the only way to read laws correctly is to read them strictly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-1371008390113439852?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/1371008390113439852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=1371008390113439852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1371008390113439852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/1371008390113439852'/><link rel='alternate' 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side, if not i really will gone insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the frens that act dissapoint me, let me clarify this to u all:&lt;br /&gt;1. i m a human, not much dif wid u, if u care as much ur own feeling, plz care mine as i always care urs.&lt;br /&gt;2. dun simply judge a book by its cover, sometimes i knw, but i jz kept quiet, it does not give u power to make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;3. i m tired n sick for many days, kept insist on showing cool not tat i m acting strong, but i dun like show emo face.&lt;br /&gt;4. i have feeling jz like u have, dun simply give me bad language, care ur own language.&lt;br /&gt;5. to well done perfect person, continue ur perfection.&lt;br /&gt;6. u have ur dispute, fren is mine, not 1 interupt my conscious to make fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m exhausted till this morning almost miss my exam, i woke up 8.55am n my exam starts 9am, great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really so tiring, wish to leave this damn place as early as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-5109649490235029957?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/5109649490235029957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=5109649490235029957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5109649490235029957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5109649490235029957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/10/jz-frustrate-post.html' title='Jz a frustrate post.'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-8795477207928363169</id><published>2009-09-28T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:50:54.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final!</title><content type='html'>1st paper in less than 18hours, god bless me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i dun really trust U...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-8795477207928363169?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/8795477207928363169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-6480072434766957478</id><published>2009-09-02T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:50:17.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National day trip</title><content type='html'>i went to Penang last weekend to literally take a break during the national day holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ironic part is that, we still enjoy the 1 day break, yet there is no celebration in Penang, at almost, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 30th of August midnite, i was with my frens in this cafe name Coffee Island. The cafe is crowded with people and we could hardly get a seat. 3 minutes before the midnite, the DJ start saying 'let's countdown for the 52th national day of Malaysia!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one single soul is claping their hands, or start cheering or wat-so-ever.&lt;br /&gt;everyone carry on their chating, eating or drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even when the DJ start count down the last 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave me a thought of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it becoz no one was patriotic in that spot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they no longer have the passion of patriotic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Happy Belated Birthday, my beloved country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sp4HTRdZEFI/AAAAAAAAAUE/muhZO9vbvus/s1600-h/malaysia-bendera-jalur-gemilang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sp4HTRdZEFI/AAAAAAAAAUE/muhZO9vbvus/s320/malaysia-bendera-jalur-gemilang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376743032812539986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-6480072434766957478?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/6480072434766957478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=6480072434766957478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6480072434766957478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6480072434766957478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/09/national-day-trip.html' title='National day trip'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sp4HTRdZEFI/AAAAAAAAAUE/muhZO9vbvus/s72-c/malaysia-bendera-jalur-gemilang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-5739956423487872872</id><published>2009-08-19T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:15:18.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story to share</title><content type='html'>i'm here to tell u a story, a story that involved of few kinds of animal. wait, den it shud not be a story, becoz story is about human, and fable is about animal, so, it is a fable that i want to share. Erm, and becoz some special feature of the story, it involved fairy power as well, so, it shud b classified as fairy fable, it such things exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the deep forest of an unknown country, there are a kingdom of animals such as cow, goat, cat, dog, monkey, lion and etc. One day, they happen to found a dead cow body beside a tall tree. Because it was uncommon, so, all animals gathered beside the tree, they were discussing how the cow is death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebra: i know, i know... must be the lion! he wanted to eat the cow family, but this cow kept protecting them, so must be the lion who killed him!&lt;br /&gt;Fox: could not be, the lion king went out for meeting in other forest...&lt;br /&gt;Crow: he could have sent someone to kill him~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *the crowd silent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebra: if he sent someone kill him, who is the someone?&lt;br /&gt;Pig: what is the cause of his death?&lt;br /&gt;Fox: there is no wound on his neck... he might drop down from the tall tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the crowd look at the tall tree*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebra: then, i know who is the killer!!&lt;br /&gt;Pig, crow: who?&lt;br /&gt;Zebra: it must be the monkey! because only monkey can climb this tree...&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: Nonsense! who could bring the cow on the tree, if he did not want it? i think he must be suicide!&lt;br /&gt;Fox: arrhhh... could be... could be... see! its hoof has some friction! i think he must be struggling to climb the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, a fairy came down, she pointed on the cow's head and the cow revived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animals: how did u died?&lt;br /&gt;cow: i dunno how i died, but i can assure u the reason i revive is becoz the fairy is bored of rumors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-5739956423487872872?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/5739956423487872872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=5739956423487872872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5739956423487872872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5739956423487872872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-to-share.html' title='A story to share'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-2373592813802673979</id><published>2009-08-06T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:22:20.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Aquilani, good bye Alonso...</title><content type='html'>Is sad to heard the news that Alonso had left Liverpool for Real Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquilani is a good signing i hope... will post about his details soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SnpoYTtEgAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xQzx8lCV7I0/s1600-h/aquilani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SnpoYTtEgAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xQzx8lCV7I0/s320/aquilani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366716672780828674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alonso, wish u all the best... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-2373592813802673979?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/2373592813802673979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=2373592813802673979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2373592813802673979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/2373592813802673979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-aquilani-good-bye-alonso.html' title='Welcome Aquilani, good bye Alonso...'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SnpoYTtEgAI/AAAAAAAAAT8/xQzx8lCV7I0/s72-c/aquilani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-6925158238941447941</id><published>2009-08-03T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:39:03.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 yrs old, i m...</title><content type='html'>1st of all, thanks to all the frens that greet me happy birthday, i'm really appreciating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, thanks for the gifts n presents that been gave to me, either, still pending or received, thanks all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i sincerely hope that next year will b a little different, that i dun wanna receive any present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, the one that should be thanked on my birthday is my mom for granting me a life 22 yrs ago, n i did ntg at all to get myself birth on today. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, i can hardly recall ppl b'day, n i felt so guilty when i din pay bek a present when other gave me one, it is so damn guilty... so, is better u dun give me one... A greet or a wish is warm enough for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Denning said 'every general rule has an exception...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This general concept also not applicable to 2 person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st is Miss Lee Sze Hoong,&lt;br /&gt;becoz she had made a promise that we are going to exchange present till the day we die, n as i believe in promises, i dun want to curse her by stopping her sending me  presie,  so,  miss Lee, i'm still waiting for this year presie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd is Mr Ng Kai Choy,&lt;br /&gt;becoz he told me that there is already a gift waiting me at Melaka, so, to avoid him taking back the present, i will allow him to present the present next monday. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to the major topic, now i'm officially 22...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 big wishes to make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, i want to b a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;2nd, i wish i will not be corrupted lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;3rd, i want to earn many many $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... see how honest m i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol... thanks once again to all my fellow frens, i'm indeed happy today. (though i almost took the wrong road back from KL n almost gone to Ipoh...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-6925158238941447941?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/6925158238941447941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=6925158238941447941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6925158238941447941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6925158238941447941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/08/22-yrs-old-i-m.html' title='22 yrs old, i m...'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-4602931137064641164</id><published>2009-07-14T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:55:37.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy BirdDay Choi Zai!</title><content type='html'>today is ur birthday, and as i use to call u birdy, is ur bird day as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still rmb the 1st day i saw u, i told u 'u somehow look like my coursemate...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n indeed u r my coursemate, celine's brother... haha... what a coincidence...&lt;br /&gt;i think she mz b worried when she found out that his brother is going to stay with a playful guy like me... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to put a photo of his here, dunno want to choose which...&lt;br /&gt;mmm... i think... is better not to put any...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about me and him i guess is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter birdy, quek zai, or choy zai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m the 1st to call it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile, is ur birday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-4602931137064641164?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/4602931137064641164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=4602931137064641164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4602931137064641164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/4602931137064641164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birdday-choi-zai.html' title='Happy BirdDay Choi Zai!'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-5945555267933690440</id><published>2009-07-14T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:44:41.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All started well, end badly.</title><content type='html'>Famous philosopher Plato in his book 'Republic' said 'every beginning has an end, while every end has another beginning.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this famous thought however been approved by Issac Newton, that energy could never been quashed, it will only transform into another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does our life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There r many thgs when it comes to a bad conclusion, u wish so much that it is an end of it. Yet, it never. It will makes u felt that the grudges always been there, and the finger non-stop pointing at u. but, seriously taking a few thoughts lately, r u so sure tat i'm wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrong in some sense, which my anger is too fast to burst each time when it comes to somethg bad, i've tried to build my eq up well many times but i guess it is in my blood. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I never self-admitted saint before, tat i always tell others that, yea, i'm a bad guy with bad thoughts, but i guess they normally take it as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3months ago, i witness a fight/break of two good frens. the reason is kinda direct with many people shares the same opinion. being always a busy body, i tried to get some info bout them. guess what? 1 side is telling me that another side has been wrong so long, and as a fren, he kept being patience to him and trying to avoid direct interference, but some how it has reached a point that patience cant help. Another side, never noticing his own mistakes, was more keen to believe that there were backstabber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the case now? The end of the friendship did not notify as an end but ended up become the emerge of grudges, or hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Socrates is right with the theory of hatred + hatred = love, then they might love each other at the another end; is jz a joke anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is kinda funny situation when 'u r actually trying ur very best to prove to the whole world that some1 backstab u?' and better instead 'u r trying to influence ppl that this 'bastard' is a backstabber?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the wise will think u r a kiddo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that and put it in ur heard, Mr Kidd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-5945555267933690440?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/5945555267933690440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=5945555267933690440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5945555267933690440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5945555267933690440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-started-well-end-badly.html' title='All started well, end badly.'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-7934966009045761786</id><published>2009-07-06T13:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:21:38.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 crabs</title><content type='html'>As previewed in the previous post, this post will generally talk bout 3 kinds of crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlGUTv3UWfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Jv0oML7VIG0/s1600-h/6608_100172013650_680813650_2206240_3560798_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlGUTv3UWfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Jv0oML7VIG0/s320/6608_100172013650_680813650_2206240_3560798_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355224498907142642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the restaurant we went for lunch last sat at Seremban, it was kinda luxurious. To be honest, i'm hunting for crab as one of the objective of the trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do u have crab?&lt;br /&gt;Waitress: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Me: what?&lt;br /&gt;Waitress: We only have soft shell crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol... A luxurious restaurant without crab... that's crept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we have instead salted eggyolk soft-shell crabs, and to b honest, it tasted better than the one i had last time at Pulau Ketam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlGUm7Hkp0I/AAAAAAAAATE/lI060VEodPE/s1600-h/6608_100172133650_680813650_2206258_7144903_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlGUm7Hkp0I/AAAAAAAAATE/lI060VEodPE/s320/6608_100172133650_680813650_2206258_7144903_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355224828345624386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we went to the state museum, with a proudful administer claiming to us that the museum is open everyday in the year except Hari Raya. The museum, has indeed,  nothing in it, except some skull and skeleton dig out at Melacca, dun ask me why it was placed in the Seremban Museum instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of no where, we den plan to go Port Dickson to hunt for Real Crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlGVrYKOyCI/AAAAAAAAATU/LeHivD6HOWM/s1600-h/6608_100172163650_680813650_2206262_7979583_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlGVrYKOyCI/AAAAAAAAATU/LeHivD6HOWM/s320/6608_100172163650_680813650_2206262_7979583_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355226004372506658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Due to the days is still way too early for dinner, we decided to hangout at the seaside, and since none of us wanted to wet ourself at the beach, we decided to use other way to kill our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlGVrPJL1eI/AAAAAAAAATM/aC2euc6cMDQ/s1600-h/6608_100172198650_680813650_2206268_4296436_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlGVrPJL1eI/AAAAAAAAATM/aC2euc6cMDQ/s320/6608_100172198650_680813650_2206268_4296436_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355226001952200162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Btw, Mr Goh Chek Kang (a.k.a Leng Chee Kang) think he is Chow Yun Fatt in God of Gambler that is so great in gambling ended up losing most of the hands. ehem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few hours of chilling, we went to this SeaView restaurant for Crabs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant has a good looking sea view, as well as some fascinating seafood choice like abalone, lobster, and other weird seafoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlGWi4NP08I/AAAAAAAAATk/fURa41z9F94/s1600-h/6608_100172203650_680813650_2206269_7237514_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlGWi4NP08I/AAAAAAAAATk/fURa41z9F94/s320/6608_100172203650_680813650_2206269_7237514_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355226957867897794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr God-of-Gambler became emo once he took a glance on the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we got a taste of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlGXIsm4Q2I/AAAAAAAAATs/WxhHNaHD_Uk/s1600-h/6608_100172228650_680813650_2206272_2140393_n.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlGXIsm4Q2I/AAAAAAAAATs/WxhHNaHD_Uk/s320/6608_100172228650_680813650_2206272_2140393_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355227607589208930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet, some how... i prefer soft shell crab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crept...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-7934966009045761786?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/7934966009045761786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=7934966009045761786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/7934966009045761786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/7934966009045761786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-crabs.html' title='3 crabs'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlGUTv3UWfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Jv0oML7VIG0/s72-c/6608_100172013650_680813650_2206240_3560798_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-6350686610363662993</id><published>2009-07-05T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:23:14.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip - preview version</title><content type='html'>Ytd is a tiring day where bunch of idiots went for a happy road trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the route include Melaka - Seremban - Port Dickson - Seremban - Melaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also include three kinds of crab, namely soft shell crab, crab, and crept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog it in the next blog as nw mz go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlAcYwBWzlI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6y9CW-XeY90/s1600-h/6608_100172228650_680813650_2206272_2140393_n.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlAcYwBWzlI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6y9CW-XeY90/s320/6608_100172228650_680813650_2206272_2140393_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354811168476548690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlAcYrcQt2I/AAAAAAAAASs/g76OdQZuswg/s1600-h/6608_100172163650_680813650_2206262_7979583_n.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlAcYrcQt2I/AAAAAAAAASs/g76OdQZuswg/s320/6608_100172163650_680813650_2206262_7979583_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354811167247218530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-6350686610363662993?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/6350686610363662993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=6350686610363662993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6350686610363662993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/6350686610363662993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-trip-preview-version.html' title='Road trip - preview version'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SlAcYwBWzlI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6y9CW-XeY90/s72-c/6608_100172228650_680813650_2206272_2140393_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-7137647249882424571</id><published>2009-06-21T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:15:30.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adv : Fashion Blog</title><content type='html'>This is my fren's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;http://www.fashionology123.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;feel free to visit and drop order... mention my name got discount i heard... lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3265329287254892776-7137647249882424571?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/7137647249882424571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=7137647249882424571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/7137647249882424571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/7137647249882424571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/06/adv-fashion-blog.html' title='Adv : Fashion Blog'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-5280170913189178591</id><published>2009-06-20T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:35:41.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1 Spreading faster den rumours</title><content type='html'>This morning, when i jz woke up, i heard Kai Choy (my roomate) sigh in sadness. I thought he might sigh for late period, so, i asked him what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choon: what happened?&lt;br /&gt;Kai Choy: there is a standard 5 student jz get infected for H1N1 in KL. Now the whole class which insists of 51 students are held under quarantine.&lt;br /&gt;Choon: what? which school? (i got a few cousin studying in KL)&lt;br /&gt;Kai Choy: Davidson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sad for the student as well as hoping the other 51 is not infected for it.&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine their feeling as if i were suddenly been quarantine, and having a possibility to get uncured disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it sounds so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's spread the praying among us, rather den stupid rumors about irresponsible lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes attached with the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: just have pork as breakfast wid kai choy, Jax, and Ravi. We are determine to prove that pork has nthg to do with the disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-5280170913189178591?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/5280170913189178591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=5280170913189178591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5280170913189178591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5280170913189178591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/06/h1n1-spreading-faster-den-rumours.html' title='H1N1 Spreading faster den rumours'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-8423836872629241365</id><published>2009-06-18T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:57:30.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SRJK (C) Perempuan</title><content type='html'>This is my primary school name... yes, it is, i'm from a primary school name girl...&lt;br /&gt;This is because at 80yrs ago, it was a girl school, our 1st ever principal was a feminist that always wish female and male have the same right in education, therefore since he is quite rich, he open up this school. Around 20-30 yrs after he opened the school, our country has achieved independence, and at that time, most of Chinese has no school. For the greater reason, his son changed the school to mixed school. By the time when i was standard 5, my school is celebrating 80yrs anniversary, and now is already 90yrs... aiks... i'm growing older and older...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, proud that u r still standing firm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sjoo9jlcr8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/nRKljDKelVM/s1600-h/04062009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sjoo9jlcr8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/nRKljDKelVM/s320/04062009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348632545445326786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sjoo910Y3tI/AAAAAAAAASE/3LvCvR9NMqU/s1600-h/04062009%28004%29.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sjoo910Y3tI/AAAAAAAAASE/3LvCvR9NMqU/s320/04062009%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348632550339829458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still rmb  when i studied  there,  the capacity of the school is merely 2 buildings with always insufficient  classrooms and  all of us have to take turn recess as the canteen could not afford  the  amount of students...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently due to the help of all the public, the historical school now have a brand new look...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SjoqrN0RXCI/AAAAAAAAASk/50ugGCMgoJA/s1600-h/04062009%28005%29.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SjoqrN0RXCI/AAAAAAAAASk/50ugGCMgoJA/s320/04062009%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348634429387529250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a big enough canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sjoo99046_I/AAAAAAAAASM/LSLfERDJigk/s1600-h/04062009%28002%29.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sjoo99046_I/AAAAAAAAASM/LSLfERDJigk/s320/04062009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348632552489413618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;huge building to fit in various classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sjoo-EqT_TI/AAAAAAAAASU/75zz4sMxlHc/s1600-h/04062009%28009%29.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sjoo-EqT_TI/AAAAAAAAASU/75zz4sMxlHc/s320/04062009%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348632554324098354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sjoo-QB8maI/AAAAAAAAASc/eyNbLsYsfgM/s1600-h/04062009%28011%29.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sjoo-QB8maI/AAAAAAAAASc/eyNbLsYsfgM/s320/04062009%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348632557376018850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;huge hall with air-cond... i still rmb last time we never able to fit in nicely for story telling competition or singing competition till some classes have to sit outside the hall.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is really happy to see a historical school having a brand new look, good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-8423836872629241365?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/8423836872629241365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=8423836872629241365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8423836872629241365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/8423836872629241365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/06/srjk-c-perempuan.html' title='SRJK (C) Perempuan'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/Sjoo9jlcr8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/nRKljDKelVM/s72-c/04062009%28003%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-5731691310999006810</id><published>2009-06-15T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:33:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Language we are talking about...</title><content type='html'>Our deputy prime minister, Tan Sri Muhyiddin was surprised to realize that local student could obtain a SPM cert without passing English. To be honest, I'm equally surprise. Surprise that English is not being well look after in this ex english colonize country, as well as surprise that our minister of education is just ignorant as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, i must stated clearly that for me, I'm a patriotic person, i love my country, i dun seriously think the Englishmen is having better position than us. But, sincerely, English, the matter we are talking is an international language that has been used all over the world. WTO (world trade organization) appointed Lingua Franca language to trade is English, though the word Lingua Franca is an Italian term, had clearly showed us how important is this language to the world. We could not jz ignore the language as if since we have our own language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During 1914, Portugal and German had gone into war just because the translation, or the language system, is weak and full of misunderstanding. Therefore, i sincerely plead the government to look into the matter, and do not at all course make our students become weak in English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-5731691310999006810?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/5731691310999006810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=5731691310999006810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5731691310999006810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/5731691310999006810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/06/international-language-we-are-talking.html' title='International Language we are talking about...'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3265329287254892776.post-7042387255280911062</id><published>2009-06-12T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:18:20.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted without C.Ro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SjI5VKAIU-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/zdwhzNSum2s/s1600-h/30052009%28002%29.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/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SjI5VKAIU-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/zdwhzNSum2s/s320/30052009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346398743267136482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SjI5Uy_nYdI/AAAAAAAAARs/ijsp35MERCg/s1600-h/30052009%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SjI5Uy_nYdI/AAAAAAAAARs/ijsp35MERCg/s320/30052009%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346398737090961874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3265329287254892776-7042387255280911062?l=yotheland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/feeds/7042387255280911062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3265329287254892776&amp;postID=7042387255280911062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/7042387255280911062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3265329287254892776/posts/default/7042387255280911062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotheland.blogspot.com/2009/06/wasted-without-cro.html' title='Wasted without C.Ro'/><author><name>yoyo land</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701577649869308604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fNvMbkyBWU/SjI5VKAIU-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/zdwhzNSum2s/s72-c/30052009%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
