<?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-6769740941968204610</id><updated>2011-07-29T08:07:48.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Of The Dance Floor</title><subtitle type='html'>A Great Man's Life Story</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-5719470155678712468</id><published>2008-08-15T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:14:04.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Haha, finally i decided to update. After Mr.Nick suggested i do so. It had been a really long time since I've updated. Hmm....well, I'll just talk about somethings that i wish to do or I'm about to do. As for the inspirational entries, I'll write them when I'm feeling like it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright to start of, I'll be working at Ban Leong for the up coming COMEX show. Yes finally i got a job. Anyway, won't be posted at the sales side, so don't come looking for me at the sales side...I'm posted to the logistics side...yeap...logistics...never mind, at least there's something to do and i get paid for it. Wee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do really need to buy stuff from Ban Leong, give me a call, I'll see what i can do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason being why I'm working, is that I'm desperate to get my camera!!! I want to get it as soon as possible and start snapping. Want my skills to be upgraded to 70%. Currently I'm only 50%+ professional. Oh man, but the camera costs tons of money!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could just get a sponsor. Haha. Well hope i can persuade mom into sponsoring me, then I'll pay her back slowly. Haha. Oh well...just have to keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to study more for my upcoming test. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&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/6769740941968204610-5719470155678712468?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/5719470155678712468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=5719470155678712468' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/5719470155678712468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/5719470155678712468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/08/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-2241349064390757998</id><published>2008-07-01T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:57:58.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Came Back To My Throne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has been weeks since i ever wrote an entry. School has started and I've gotten back my results. Well, it was pretty alright. However still kind of upset, that i could have done better. I studied so hard, yet it always ends up like this. I really wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i got back my VI lab quiz. For once, there's something to cheer about. Something i had been waiting for a very long time. When i saw the 2 digits on my paper, it was heaven, i thought, i got to be kidding myself. Since when have i got that kind of score. Not since primary school, when that score was so common on all my subjects that i took. For once i told myself, at least this semester isn't too bad. I won't rejoice yet. I'll wait for it all to end then I'll rejoice. It's still not over yet. Though the marks contribute 15%, the game is still not over. The sides can always turn over. Will continue to work hard. I will prevail against all the biasness the teachers can give against me. Doesn't matter. I'll work my best. Even if I'm a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a couple of ambitions now. Trying to save up for my Nikon D60 camera. Maybe, by next year, mid year i should be able to have it. Nikon D60 SLR camera and a camera dry cabinet. Great, then i would be totally be able to stand on my own. My camera would serve to feed me and clothe me. That being my camera and i can be my own sole live hood for extra income/pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially wanted to get the Canon 450D SLR, but it proves to be too expensive and certain features that i don't really like or need. I would like to experiment with a good camera and then when I'm totally professional, i would change to a very high end camera. Say around 5 years after i get my D60. For now, I'm around semi- 3/4 professional. I just need more experience on a DSLR. Tried analog DSLR's before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SGoo3jWZkGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fxRR0ie5Ojs/s1600-h/Nikon_D60_frontside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SGoo3jWZkGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fxRR0ie5Ojs/s320/Nikon_D60_frontside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218028053109248098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nikon D60 DSLR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, trying to make a transaction with LEGO, I've been waiting and hunting a train set, and finally found it. It's kind of out of stock, but if i can secure the deal, i don't mind waiting. Another set back to the savings, but everything is worthwhile. If i don't take the chance, It'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats about it. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures: Courtesy of Google&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/6769740941968204610-2241349064390757998?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/2241349064390757998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=2241349064390757998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/2241349064390757998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/2241349064390757998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-came-back-to-my-throne.html' title='I Came Back To My Throne'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SGoo3jWZkGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fxRR0ie5Ojs/s72-c/Nikon_D60_frontside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-4054773478464358056</id><published>2008-06-06T23:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:50:35.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SEleeASzN1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/tDQZdCDuoBo/s1600-h/Last_Dance_by_shatterday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SEleeASzN1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/tDQZdCDuoBo/s320/Last_Dance_by_shatterday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208798313598629714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why i want to get that camera? It's because i love photography and love to take nice and good pictures. I feel that pictures can tell everything. Pictures are memories that can last forever. That speaking of, i might make a new photo blog soon. So stay tuned to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures: Courtesy of Google&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/6769740941968204610-4054773478464358056?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/4054773478464358056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=4054773478464358056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/4054773478464358056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/4054773478464358056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/06/reason-why.html' title='Reason Why?'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SEleeASzN1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/tDQZdCDuoBo/s72-c/Last_Dance_by_shatterday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-2401997414752925025</id><published>2008-06-06T23:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:53:18.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The holidays have started. Well, it's only 2 weeks though. Wanted to find some work and make some money, so that i can buy my canon EOS 450d. However, there's just no employer who wants to employ me. I really feel sad. I thought i could work in the upcoming I.T show, but well, none for me. I managed to find one, but until today that guy has yet to confirm with his boss for an interview. One great boss. If you cannot confirm something, why make the person wait for you. Because of this incident, my schedule is all different. I wasted 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SElbo7TiesI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CrfwjpWI9bI/s1600-h/450d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SElbo7TiesI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CrfwjpWI9bI/s320/450d.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208795202703227586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Canon EOS 450. The camera i wish to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wanted to go for a seminar too, then again, i have driving lessons which i have to cater to. Why in the world drive? It just destroys the environment. Not that I'll be able to afford a car with today's car prices as well as fuel prices. Nothing i can decide, my dad decided this for me. So I'm going to get it done and over. It's really a pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so for desperate attempts to get a job. I guess it will take another year or so to save up $1400. All i could say, that is there is a way of getting a job, but only that it just needs recommendation to get you that job. No one would recommend me, because i have no qualifications. Nothing to prove that I'm up to the job, when actually i am. I've done so many things. If people don't give a chance no one can improve. Even a graduate can't find a job. All they ask for is experience. If you don't give him a job, how in the world can a fresh graduate get experience. If every employer says the same thing, none of the graduates can get experience. It's just being very selfish and not willing to take a calculated risk. He/she might just break or make your company. It's potential waiting to be discovered. How much can the graduate do? He/she can source for jobs within his/her ability, but if they don't want them, what can they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad and angry with the way, the employers behave on recruiting people. For another million years these people will never change their mindsets. Look at how open the overseas people are. These people just want to make money and not care about the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point of me rambling about it anyway. The exams were pretty ok, but i guess I'm going to get lousy grades or even fail. I think the teachers don't like me. But hey, doesn't matter. I will just do what i do the best. That is to work hard and give my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was speaking to my dad about a potential business scheme. I thought of doing some car grooming services. The money made is good, but it requires sheer man power, which i have only to a average amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really feel sad. Then again, nothing can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures: Courtesy of Google&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/6769740941968204610-2401997414752925025?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/2401997414752925025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=2401997414752925025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/2401997414752925025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/2401997414752925025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/06/jobless.html' title='Jobless'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SElbo7TiesI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CrfwjpWI9bI/s72-c/450d.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-4754840152554423000</id><published>2008-05-17T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:13:58.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop &amp; Stare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SC7nBE3TmlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VqWhLAQbHEk/s1600-h/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SC7nBE3TmlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VqWhLAQbHEk/s320/superman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201348625331100242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, it's been a long week. Had not updated in ages. Not that there was the need to update as no one reads it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air i guess. Unfortunately i guess it doesn't work for everyone. Does it? I really feel sad for my friend. I guess we got to give and take. Don't we? If you like someone, it doesn't unnecessarily mean that person would like you or has to like you. Love cannot be forced, neither be desperate. There's not point getting a girlfriend just because you don't have one. If you really like the person, go for it. If it doesn't work out, just too bad. Nothing can be done. Maybe that person might just like you the next time. Give some time. Time can do wonders. It can heal, it can fix many things, as well as destroy them. Time is essential to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's nothing called time. I would prefer to call it evolution, expansion, development. Time is quantum space. When we move something from a different place to another, it's changing time. Time was created to make life easier to function. A particular thing of today wouldn't have been at the same place a century ago. Travel back and you will realize that where you are is different, but actually you are at the same place. Only the surrounding has changed, different prospects have shifted else where or destroyed and replaced. Sounds complex, but true indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, however time affects everyone, i guess it doesn't affect me. To be able to see what comes before it is a gift. I manage time well, but sometimes you feel so tired and sad that you fail to do anything. I live in a delusional world. It's like playing a movie of yourself in your head, before the real thing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the empty void inside. No one to hug, no one to kiss, no one to caress or take care. Sometimes i feel that my dreams are better then reality. Certain aspects will come true, the others will fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week when i was going back home, this little girl and her mom stood next to me on the bus. The bus was pretty crowded. There was once a point the bus jerked bad. Everyone grabbed the poles tightly. The little girl could barely  reach the poles. She grabbed my hand instead. I let her do so. Even the little girl had some trust in me, that i wouldn't let her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt happy. Having a little child hold your hand is like joy. A joy that one will not experience if you were a parent. I like children very much. Some day wish to have my own. I'm not a pedophile though. I'm not seeking sexual satisfaction from children. I'm looking for a satisfaction of a different kind. To raise a child, to see her grow and become someone better then i am. To see your legacy continue. To become a legend in their hearts. That is ultimate satisfaction. Extreme happiness. The road may be rough, but the path taken is a wise choice. Reach the end and you will see the light of the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However i guess i can only see it through my eyes. The world is how you wish it to be. For me, it is how i wish it not to be. How much it could be better. Without selfish thoughts. A better place, where everyone helps each other. No one just goes about minding their own business. A principle i preach everyday, is that even if you can't help, never harm anyone. Even if you are the subject of denial or rejection. Never harm them. Protect the innocent. Save the weak. Fight for justice. Fight through the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture: Courtesy of Google&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/6769740941968204610-4754840152554423000?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/4754840152554423000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=4754840152554423000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/4754840152554423000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/4754840152554423000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/05/stop-stare.html' title='Stop &amp; Stare'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SC7nBE3TmlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VqWhLAQbHEk/s72-c/superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-42237149522011764</id><published>2008-05-09T07:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T08:05:10.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felt Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SCOUg_BHh8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ApF4dH_-GII/s1600-h/idea_bulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198161689308530626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SCOUg_BHh8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ApF4dH_-GII/s320/idea_bulb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has been some time since i blogged out an entry. Well, recently, i felt the effects of being lonely again. Felt really miserable and useless. Kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; felt like a loser. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still one though. Then again i see so many beautiful girls/ladies have a nice relationship and friendship with so many lucky males. Not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; jealous, but i feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; never get to experience such feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Felt happy for my friend. He has feelings for a girl in my class. She's a new comer. All the best friend!! You know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, trying to keep myself busy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; semester. I've been more active in school activities. Have been attending peer tutoring sessions. That's right, peer tutoring it is. Only that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tutee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; the tutor! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've got a friend from china whom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; helping to brush her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; up. Might be the first time and person to teach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; in peer tutoring sessions. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; language isn't good either. Just trying my best to impart some skills to people in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I also met some arrogant people during the peer tutoring sessions, who wanted to show off their marks rather then to give quality teaching. Whats the point, even if you got 100 marks for a subject, yet do not know what in the world you are teaching to a student in need. I dislike such people. Just makes me want to work harder and beat these people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, this is becoming a long entry. I'm trying to squeeze every bit of information and events into this entry. I'm not going for my immersion programme either. Don't feel like and, i don't think i can survive there for 6 weeks. Maybe the next time. For now i need to work on my GPA. It isn't the greatest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Called in IBM for my friend and arranged an appointment to get his laptop fixed. Apparently, he's too afraid to demand for his right of way. So i helped him out this time. We need the laptop in school for many different purposes. This shows everyone is hooked to the laptop, with out it, everything to do with school would be a mess. I really dread such situations. Maybe i might just get a back up laptop some time soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Going to a big event in my faculty this may. It's big, but the job is just to usher some graduates to their seats. But it is kind of a big event. Basically, i'm trying to chalk up CCA points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I guess this would be all, till then next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;GMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769740941968204610-42237149522011764?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/42237149522011764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=42237149522011764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/42237149522011764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/42237149522011764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/05/felt-lonely.html' title='Felt Lonely'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/SCOUg_BHh8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ApF4dH_-GII/s72-c/idea_bulb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-6605426105513784493</id><published>2008-04-14T10:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:37:42.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, school starts today. So no more of sitting and lazing around doing nothing. I'm kind of broke right now, so got to rekindle saving modes back. Well, yet to go to school. Lesson's start in the afternoon for Monday, so I'll be off to school later than usual Monday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson, would be Japanese. Hope all goes well. Feel kind of lethargic to leave home, after spending so much time at home. Got to study hard and make the same improvement i did last semester. Hope i can do well. Wonder if the modules would be fun. I do hope so. It can be tough, but if it's stimulating to the brain and fun, it'll be a breeze for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats about it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&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/6769740941968204610-6605426105513784493?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/6605426105513784493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=6605426105513784493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/6605426105513784493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/6605426105513784493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/04/schools-in.html' title='School&apos;s In'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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-6769740941968204610.post-2726980213788787981</id><published>2008-04-04T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:54:39.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You See Him Say "Alamak"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was just reading some articles about Mas Selamat and his escape. I wonder if they aired the show "Prison Break" in Singapore prisons? Pretty good show, but unfortunately the design of the prison cell isn't the same. The ones on the show are U.S styled. The cell that Mas Selamat escaped from was Singapore style. I'm sure the designers would have "Kiasu-ed" a bit and designed the prison cell blue print to be more interesting by not having a sink or toilet for him to escape through like in the show. More to the prison looking like this picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_Y8yUCDPZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M0Qxq88Gby0/s1600-h/23183242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_Y8yUCDPZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M0Qxq88Gby0/s320/23183242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185398856032140690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well anyway, many people thought he is off some where laughing his ass off from his escape. Some felt that he flushed him self through the toilet which is utterly ridiculous. On the other hand, lets congratulate everyone in their help to be more vigilant and to apprehend him some time soon. Some time soon as in soon. But i don't know when the soon would be, but should be soon. That was just to confuse you. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main purpose of this entry would be that, many have made different speculations of him or how he escaped. I had to have one of my own too. Not a speculation, but in fact a short poem for him. Here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas Selamat&lt;br /&gt;You Eat Nasi Lemak&lt;br /&gt;When You See The police you say "Alamak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are in Malaysia, they say "Selamat Datang"&lt;br /&gt;When you are in Singapore  they say "Selamat Hari Raya" - Because you are in deep trouble(Sarcastic for him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mas Selamat&lt;br /&gt;Eat All the Nasi Lemak you can&lt;br /&gt;When you get caught you gonna say "Almak kenna polis! Mati la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meaning of certain words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alamak   &lt;/span&gt;                 - OMG!!!/ Frantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selamat Datang&lt;/span&gt;        - Welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alamak kenna polis&lt;/span&gt;    - OMG caught by police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem is solely for utter fun and enjoyment, it's not racist towards any religion or Mas Selamat himself. It's just a parody of his escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769740941968204610-2726980213788787981?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/2726980213788787981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=2726980213788787981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/2726980213788787981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/2726980213788787981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-see-him-say-alamak.html' title='If You See Him Say &quot;Alamak&quot;'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_Y8yUCDPZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M0Qxq88Gby0/s72-c/23183242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-2317845084437805141</id><published>2008-04-04T20:48:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:23:57.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shell V - Power Collector's Garage 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, i managed to collect the final Ferrari ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;r from Shell. It's about this promotion, that whenever you pump petrol or diesel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o your vehicle, you can redeem these limited edition Ferrari cars for $5.95. The car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s cost $5.95 as they feature the real original sound of the car. It's a new feature of these limited edition cars. My dad, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ollected the final car yesterday and bought the garage as well, to house the cars. Pretty happy indeed. First time e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ver i m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anage to collect all of them. The last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s a few years back, and i wasn't so keen then. Now I'm keen to collect such items, as they would prove valuable and mark a mile stone of your life when you look back in time. Thanks to Shell and Ferrari for having this collaboration. And a big thanks to my dad for getting them for me. He paid for it as well. Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_Yl_kCDPNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/v95-nVeOPFM/s1600-h/Shell_Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_Yl_kCDPNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/v95-nVeOPFM/s320/Shell_Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185373794897968338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shell Petroleum Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_Ymw0CDPOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JU5o-MYKpo8/s1600-h/TorqueOmata3387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_Ymw0CDPOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JU5o-MYKpo8/s320/TorqueOmata3387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185374641006525666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ferrari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, having collected all the 7 Ferrari cars, i took some pictures of them and posted them below. Well, here are the pictures. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_YoOECDPPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IUR4yP6rm6k/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_YoOECDPPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IUR4yP6rm6k/s320/DSC00282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185376243029327090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the box the Garage came in. This Garage will house the cars. The cars are collected separately. The white bit of paper is due to them covering a part of the name on the box. I think they spell it wrongly. It's suppos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ed to be "V-POWER COLLECTOR'S GARAGE 2008". Upon my itchy hand i peeled part of it to discover that it was previously known as "V-POWER RACING COLLECTOR'S GARAGE 2008". I have no idea why the word "Racing" had to be there. Made no sense. Haha. Printing error or maybe name change. Fickle minded designers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_YqDECDPQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/k_3MCD-_a6Q/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_YqDECDPQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/k_3MCD-_a6Q/s320/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185378253074021634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the Garage. It's an acrylic case that was developed with Ferrari. Costs $29.95 dollars. As you would have realized, i put the cars into the garage already. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That was just the appetizer of the menu. Below I've posted the pictures of the cars with their individual packaging. I'm the type that collect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s the packaging of an item if it's nice. These packagings really deserve a place in my cupboards. They are really nice. Consider me weird, but thats just me! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_YsXkCDPRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/a2pHViD_12E/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_YsXkCDPRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/a2pHViD_12E/s320/DSC00292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185380804284595474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ferrari 575 GTC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_YtBkCDPSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JufTkxMtx08/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_YtBkCDPSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JufTkxMtx08/s320/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185381525839101218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ferrari 360 - Challenge Stradale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_Yt4ECDPTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IrWffssdk4U/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_Yt4ECDPTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IrWffssdk4U/s320/DSC00294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185382462141971762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_YuZkCDPUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kr6ADUnLC3U/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_YuZkCDPUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kr6ADUnLC3U/s320/DSC00295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185383037667589442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ferrari FXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_YvLUCDPVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2Y54GrGKiXo/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_YvLUCDPVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2Y54GrGKiXo/s320/DSC00296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185383892366081362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ferrari 250 GTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_Yv30CDPWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_6tzojfTeGE/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_Yv30CDPWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_6tzojfTeGE/s320/DSC00297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185384656870260066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ferrari F430 Challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_Ywr0CDPXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FdOLmiqGCAo/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_Ywr0CDPXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FdOLmiqGCAo/s320/DSC00298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185385550223457650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ferrari F40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_YxqECDPYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/C0FL0w1S0kM/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_YxqECDPYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/C0FL0w1S0kM/s320/DSC00291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185386619670314370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All the cars together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess that would be all. Well See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shell &amp;amp; Ferrari Pictures: Courtesy of Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769740941968204610-2317845084437805141?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/2317845084437805141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=2317845084437805141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/2317845084437805141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/2317845084437805141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/04/shell-v-power-collectors-garage-2008.html' title='Shell V - Power Collector&apos;s Garage 2008'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R_Yl_kCDPNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/v95-nVeOPFM/s72-c/Shell_Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-1235582803319756470</id><published>2008-03-27T12:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:57:03.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, i got tagged by jasper to do this, so i shall do it, because I'm a good friend of his. Friends, don't let other friends down. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Ermmm.....most likely before 30. Other wise i'll be classified as "Uncle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] What i want the most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Tough, one. Hmmm, more lego of course. And maybe a pair of sunglasses, a car....i'm happy with what i have. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- My parents and a few friends. Animals? Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4] Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Partially, i have just enough confidence for some things. None for others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5] If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Ermmm....try to make everyone happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6] Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Yeah i do. Unfortunately, i don't see many nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7] What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Family and good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8] Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Hmm, i don't even have a girlfriend. Well, i do believe in it anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9] If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Should be. Maybe when I'm like a trillion years old. I'm a coward when it comes to girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10] List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Funny guy. A good friend. Jovial. Skate mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11] What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- She should understand me and be faithful. Just as i would be to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12] What type of person do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- I have no rights to hate. However i dislike people who don't keep their promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13] Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Yeah. I don't have many that i can throw away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14] Do you believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- God is all around. So believe in God, but don't depend on God to do everything for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15] What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Principles and virtues make a good human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16] Do you find it a need for you to have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Well, i don't mind one, kinda lonely for a very long time. Other wise, i feel that i may not be able to commit to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17] At this point of time, would you rather stay in your comfort zone or try something new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Trying something new sounds good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18] What kind of friend you hope to be in your friend's eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- A good friend whom you can trust and count on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19] What do you think about life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Life is interesting. I've learned many things in life. Treasure it when you have it. When it is lost, you'll feel the pain then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20] Do you prefer to have a few friends or a lot of friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- A few good friends are more then enough. Too many cooks spoil the dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, I've completed as told to do so. You guys can try it out too. Just remember, out of the 20 questions, remove one and put in your own question. Just like i did for question 19. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769740941968204610-1235582803319756470?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/1235582803319756470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=1235582803319756470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/1235582803319756470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/1235582803319756470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/03/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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-6769740941968204610.post-4823345771305589531</id><published>2008-03-25T16:14:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:57:19.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday 23/03/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, it's kind of late to post this, but well, it's here anyway. I was slow in taking the pictures. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, i celebrated my birthday on the 23/03/2008, Sunday, which was also Easter Sunday. I did not collect any eggs, neither did i find any bunnies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could say that, it was a pretty good birthday. I recived lots of presents and got almost all the gifts from my birthday wish list. Can you be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lieve that? My parents got me the XBOX 360 racing wheel, and the really exp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ensive watch (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't telling you how much&lt;/span&gt;). I bought the XBOX 360 games. My sister got me a mind boggling game set. It's really good as it improves your brain power. I bought the blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;berry cake at first, but later my mom paid for it. I wanted to pay for it, but she said, birthdays aren't supposed to be celebrated by the person himself(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being me&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, really grateful for the stuff i got. Very happy indeed. I can say, that this was one of the best birthdays i had. Well, as usual, my mom cooked something really good on my birthday. Had good food, presents. What else can i ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One thing that was really new to me, was that my classmates and good friends actually celebrated my birthday at Fish &amp;amp; Co. on the 20/03/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. It was the first time my friends had actually celebrated for me. Usually only my best friends call me or send me gifts. The rest don't bother. Really touched though. One of my best times too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks, Jeremy, Nicholas, Kin Kwok and Elaine for the present and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; celebration too. They got me a steel bracelet and cake. Actually, Kin Kwok was hesitant to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; eat at Fish &amp;amp; Co. Anyway, he ate th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ere eventually. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aha. I got her the bear, but it ended up at Kin Kwok's place. She left it inside his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; bag, as she was lazy to carry it around. Maybe the bear weighs a ton. Don't know if she liked it. Anyway, doesn't matter though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally decided to take the pictures. I realized that my camera had no more battery power left. I charged it and took the pictures. I forgot to take the pictures of my Ferrari cars. Well, once i get all 7, I'll snap some shots. Currently, i have 5 out of 7 cars. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, here are the pictures below. Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i5NECDPCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0Nbz9ScnRXY/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i5NECDPCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0Nbz9ScnRXY/s320/DSC00258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181595005361536034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Steel Bracelet Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i500CDPDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NvgUhwOtysc/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i500CDPDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NvgUhwOtysc/s320/DSC00260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181595688261336114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Allergic to Metal? Get Metallurgy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i6pkCDPEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eyeLulDsw34/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i6pkCDPEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eyeLulDsw34/s320/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181596594499435586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Steel Bracelet. Given to me by Jeremy, Nicholas, Kin Kwok and Elaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i7O0CDPFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/WsJGDc-qAp0/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i7O0CDPFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/WsJGDc-qAp0/s320/DSC00255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181597234449562706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Blue Berry cake that my mom bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i7-ECDPGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QsYWdiFQ9eY/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i7-ECDPGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QsYWdiFQ9eY/s320/DSC00256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181598046198381666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where did 1 slice go? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's in my stomach&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i8cECDPHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YHlFYW9sRec/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i8cECDPHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YHlFYW9sRec/s320/DSC00257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181598561594457202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Close up shot of the cake (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Using my good photo skills&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i9LkCDPII/AAAAAAAAAEk/JatK9sgWuMg/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i9LkCDPII/AAAAAAAAAEk/JatK9sgWuMg/s320/DSC00262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181599377638243458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Citizen Eco Drive Calibre 3100 Watch Box Exterior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i930CDPJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_iWAS9cNw0A/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i930CDPJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_iWAS9cNw0A/s320/DSC00264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181600137847454866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Open the exterior box, and you'll find another leather box to open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i-nECDPKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/c-ef08DTX8c/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i-nECDPKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/c-ef08DTX8c/s320/DSC00267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181600949596273826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Citizen Eco Drive Calibre 3100 Watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i_V0CDPLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PB9ulIJgo44/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i_V0CDPLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PB9ulIJgo44/s320/DSC00274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181601752755158194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Games for geniuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Random Shots:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-jANECDPMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EezK2roiPFk/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-jANECDPMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EezK2roiPFk/s320/DSC00275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181602701942930626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Doggie Canon (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Canon: "Hey What You Staring At?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that would be all. Till then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769740941968204610-4823345771305589531?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/4823345771305589531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=4823345771305589531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/4823345771305589531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/4823345771305589531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-birthday-23032008.html' title='My Birthday 23/03/2008'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R-i5NECDPCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0Nbz9ScnRXY/s72-c/DSC00258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-8168193270450075135</id><published>2008-03-14T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:50:41.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumped The Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R9oh6-HBfzI/AAAAAAAAADs/9uIfd7G26hU/s1600-h/DAR+GRAND+CANYON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R9oh6-HBfzI/AAAAAAAAADs/9uIfd7G26hU/s320/DAR+GRAND+CANYON.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177488018604392242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, today is results day. Pretty happy with my results. It has been a great improvement, over the past results. Could say, that i jumped the canyon. I worked really hard and should continue this. If i work at this pace increasing slowly, i would be able to reach my GPA goal of 3.8 easily. This time round i fell short from 3.8, but it was significantly, so much better then the previous result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kind of frustrated in the morning. Everyone was asking for the results. Well, i told everyone who asked me the truth. Even nick told me the truth. There was certainly no reason to lie about the results or hide them. No one is going to take it and publicize it. We are all friend. If you had not done well, we will encourage you, not deter you. Yet, we have people who wished to lie and not tell the truth. Come on, it's just a result. If you wish not to tell, you can say so. Don't lie. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good breakfast today. Really contented with my results. Told my dad already. Have yet to tell my mom. My dad was pleased with what i had achieved. He asked me to strive harder. Results are not very important. The most important, is that you have no regrets and that you had tried your best. You will get what you deserve eventually. As for my case, it's a true example anyone can learn from. In fact, i was baffled too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of bored right now. Next week, going to help out to manage some booth at school. Wanted to join the foreign language programme. The darn payment has to be made via Nets or Cash card. Frankly who keeps $160 in a cash card? As for nets, i need to ask my parents to tag along to help me pay. I don't have an ATM card. Maybe I'll just pay it via Cash card. Most likely going to continue either Mandarin or Japanese. It's going to be useful some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the clouds gathering together right now. A rain storm is imminent. I guess, that would be it. I shall take the clothes in and rest a little. Maybe play PGR4. After that i shall mop the house a little. Help my mom. Followed by, if i have time, take some pictures of my model cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, See ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures: Courtesy of Google&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/6769740941968204610-8168193270450075135?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/8168193270450075135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=8168193270450075135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/8168193270450075135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/8168193270450075135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/03/jumped-canyon.html' title='Jumped The Canyon'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R9oh6-HBfzI/AAAAAAAAADs/9uIfd7G26hU/s72-c/DAR+GRAND+CANYON.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-5142438501876244036</id><published>2008-03-07T15:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:01:35.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I'll take back on what i said the last time. The birthday wish list isn't so scrapped after all. Yesterday went to I.T show at Suntec City. My parents came along too. The best thing was, they got me the racing wheel. Boy oh boy was i so happy. Haha. I bought the games by myself though. Didn't want them to spend more money. The wheel was on offer. Very much cheaper then the original price. It was a good deal. Well, it's sitting at home next to me now. Have yet to set it up and play. Bought 2 games. That was all i could afford. Haha. It's better then nothing. I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R9D1JqlwlQI/AAAAAAAAADk/vhC808tEsD0/s1600-h/mpathewaterhorseposter2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R9D1JqlwlQI/AAAAAAAAADk/vhC808tEsD0/s320/mpathewaterhorseposter2b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174905518248989954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Water Horse today. It's a very good movie. I had tears in my eyes after such a long time. Usually, movies don't move me, but this one did. It really showed true friendship. I really like the way the movie was taken. Really classic. Everyone should watch this movie. It's really good. Sometimes i wish i had a friend like water horse. One who will stay by your side and be a real good friend. It's a real good movie that anyone will enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures: Courtesy of Google&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/6769740941968204610-5142438501876244036?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/5142438501876244036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=5142438501876244036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/5142438501876244036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/5142438501876244036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-back.html' title='Take Back'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R9D1JqlwlQI/AAAAAAAAADk/vhC808tEsD0/s72-c/mpathewaterhorseposter2b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-6822405552690670532</id><published>2008-03-05T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:40:46.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R86wiqlwlPI/AAAAAAAAADc/B7STvvjA05M/s1600-h/beckham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R86wiqlwlPI/AAAAAAAAADc/B7STvvjA05M/s320/beckham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174267131489981682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can officially scrap my Birthday list. It's bullshit anyway. None of them can be bought by my birthday. Maybe just the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures: Courtesy of Google&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/6769740941968204610-6822405552690670532?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/6822405552690670532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=6822405552690670532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/6822405552690670532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/6822405552690670532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/03/scrapped.html' title='Scrapped'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R86wiqlwlPI/AAAAAAAAADc/B7STvvjA05M/s72-c/beckham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-8610049966824856070</id><published>2008-03-05T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:41:58.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done With It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R86uNKlwlOI/AAAAAAAAADU/W9Vhxm3pJtM/s1600-h/noob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R86uNKlwlOI/AAAAAAAAADU/W9Vhxm3pJtM/s320/noob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174264563099538658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess, I'm done with everything. Don't have the idea of working anymore. All the jobs are nonsensical and too far or not within my ability. Well, doesn't matter. I was born to lose, so failure isn't new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized how people can be. How do you classify friends. Till today, i have only 2 best friends, and 1 good friend. I just don't seem to make any more who fit this caliber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just want to find fault with you. They just don't understand you. All they want to be is guilt free and blame anyone they can. That's all. Well, doesn't matter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick just shared a piece of information about himself and his past. I'll keep that to myself, not going to tell it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if anyone is planning anything for me, seriously, no thanks. Don't need it. I would like to spend my birthday alone. Loneliness is no one new to me. And don't waste your money buying presents, because I'm not coming on the 21st march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures: Courtesy of Google&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/6769740941968204610-8610049966824856070?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/8610049966824856070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=8610049966824856070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/8610049966824856070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/8610049966824856070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/03/done-with-it.html' title='Done With It'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R86uNKlwlOI/AAAAAAAAADU/W9Vhxm3pJtM/s72-c/noob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-760725338992583893</id><published>2008-03-02T22:38:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:43:04.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here goes nothing. Well, this is my wish list. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hey stuff i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;want to get by this year, and for my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wish list for my Birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8q_ILRgIJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0VlUfrKmAac/s1600-h/ray_bans3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8q_ILRgIJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0VlUfrKmAac/s320/ray_bans3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173157269174493330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ray Bans Aviator Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rBM7RgIKI/AAAAAAAAACE/DOy-L7b5cls/s1600-h/51gYHySbXDL._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rBM7RgIKI/AAAAAAAAACE/DOy-L7b5cls/s320/51gYHySbXDL._AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173159549802127522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Citizen Eco Drive Calibre 3100 Watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rCzLRgIMI/AAAAAAAAACU/SoyLpMsa9Qg/s1600-h/FW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rCzLRgIMI/AAAAAAAAACU/SoyLpMsa9Qg/s320/FW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173161306443751618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Front Lines Fuel Of War. XBOX 360 Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rDR7RgINI/AAAAAAAAACc/lNneOrFHoss/s1600-h/pgr4_box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rDR7RgINI/AAAAAAAAACc/lNneOrFHoss/s320/pgr4_box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173161834724729042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Project Gotham Racing 4. XBOX 360 Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rD0rRgIOI/AAAAAAAAACk/8WFCVLNpgG8/s1600-h/timeshift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rD0rRgIOI/AAAAAAAAACk/8WFCVLNpgG8/s320/timeshift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173162431725183202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time Shift. XBOX 360 Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rEKLRgIPI/AAAAAAAAACs/tBqKSjVe0co/s1600-h/360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rEKLRgIPI/AAAAAAAAACs/tBqKSjVe0co/s320/360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173162801092370674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;XBOX 360 Racing Wheel. I want this so bad. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wish: Good Results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas / Year End List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rFALRgIQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/a7Bbdsna54A/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rFALRgIQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/a7Bbdsna54A/s320/black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173163728805306626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EITHER a Apple Mac Book Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rFp7RgIRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O-cADbTDDQU/s1600-h/hp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rFp7RgIRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O-cADbTDDQU/s320/hp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173164446064845074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OR a HP Pavilion DV6200 Note Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rGKLRgISI/AAAAAAAAADE/0KRj7NeyhW4/s1600-h/ipt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rGKLRgISI/AAAAAAAAADE/0KRj7NeyhW4/s320/ipt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173165000115626274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apple iPod Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rG3bRgITI/AAAAAAAAADM/76hvwxlDpTk/s1600-h/gw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8rG3bRgITI/AAAAAAAAADM/76hvwxlDpTk/s320/gw.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173165777504706866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Creative Giga Works G550W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wish: Good Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, maybe i shall build myself a new computer rig, one that focuses on more of multimedia and sound, rather then games. Still thinking about that though. Infact still wondering about some of the items in the Christmas / Year End list. I really want a new note book. My current one kills my back when ever i bring it to school. Too heavy. Then again. I would be wasting money. I don't wish to do that. My parents paid for the note book. Don't want to waste their hard earned money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i hope i can fulfill these wishes. I'll work hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pictures: Courtesy of Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769740941968204610-760725338992583893?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/760725338992583893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=760725338992583893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/760725338992583893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/760725338992583893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/03/wish-list.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8q_ILRgIJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0VlUfrKmAac/s72-c/ray_bans3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-540574730692030104</id><published>2008-03-02T15:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:37:20.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, managed to fix my wireless modem yesterday. Yeah! Connected all my devices back into the wireless network. Unfortunately, couldn't get my playstation portable to connect to the wireless network. Hmm, the setting ask for stuff that i just don't know. Did everything possible, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand. Got my Nokia n81 to connect to the internet. That was really good. My Xbox360, laptop and whole house, now has wireless, after so long. It was down for so long. I tweaked some settings and was prepared to use my knowledge into fixing it. I wanted to open up the device and check out the circuitry, but hey, didn't need to do that though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with my wireless in, now my music studio is up and running to the maximum. Which is good news, as i now can do recordings and stream them through wireless to be edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the rain to stop, before i go off to wash my dad's car. Sigh, every time it looks like the rain has stopped, it rains again. That's really sad. Saw a pretty girl at friendster. Made friends with her. Guess what, she's from the same secondary school as me. She's secondary 5 this year. Haha. Well, i had written a previous entry, with some nice pictures. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&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/6769740941968204610-540574730692030104?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/540574730692030104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=540574730692030104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/540574730692030104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/540574730692030104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/03/fix-it.html' title='Fix It'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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-6769740941968204610.post-6236836319680579910</id><published>2008-03-02T15:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:45:03.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Decided to post some pictures of my trip to Melbourne last Christmas. Some of my best shots, using my Sony camera. I put my new camera to test when i bought it a few days before my trip to Melbourne. It was like brand new when i took it there. It has faced rain, sun, snow, mist, extreme tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;peratures and everything. So enjoy the pictures. I put in my best skills into the camera that is really worthy of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8pWRrRgIDI/AAAAAAAAABM/A1z5N26obfQ/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8pWRrRgIDI/AAAAAAAAABM/A1z5N26obfQ/s320/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173041983662334002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hotel Windsor. I didn't stay here though. It looks really nice and classic. It was drizzling when i took this photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8pWy7RgIEI/AAAAAAAAABU/9UZM5DhiM_0/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8pWy7RgIEI/AAAAAAAAABU/9UZM5DhiM_0/s320/DSC00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173042554892984386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Charles George Gordon Major. A great man of Australia's History. Picture is a little dark, as it was starting to rain quite bad and got really dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8pXprRgIFI/AAAAAAAAABc/KyPytfqkj7U/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8pXprRgIFI/AAAAAAAAABc/KyPytfqkj7U/s320/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173043495490822226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Street Of Melbourne. The man on the right, is my dad. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8pY47RgIGI/AAAAAAAAABk/ck2XNREBk7c/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8pY47RgIGI/AAAAAAAAABk/ck2XNREBk7c/s320/DSC00129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173044856995455074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amaze N' Things. Illusion House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8pZnrRgIHI/AAAAAAAAABs/sjx0I_6Y3dQ/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8pZnrRgIHI/AAAAAAAAABs/sjx0I_6Y3dQ/s320/DSC00130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173045660154339442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seagull. Managed to take a really close up shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8paW7RgIII/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEk15nSd1hA/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8paW7RgIII/AAAAAAAAAB0/eEk15nSd1hA/s320/DSC00179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173046471903158402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Best shot ever. A really close shot of a rose. Really close. I focused on the rose mainly. The picture is really clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, that's about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769740941968204610-6236836319680579910?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/6236836319680579910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=6236836319680579910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/6236836319680579910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/6236836319680579910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/03/melbourne.html' title='Melbourne'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R8pWRrRgIDI/AAAAAAAAABM/A1z5N26obfQ/s72-c/DSC00021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-8771859456721419196</id><published>2008-02-24T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:44:13.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Unfortunately, the song  "In Pieces" by Linkin Park is too boring and monotonous to play on the violin. Guess what. Instead of playing that song, i played the song "Apologize" by One Republic last Friday. It worked out so well. I can play the whole song. Well, I'm currently, trying to smoothen out the song and remove any squeaking or glitches. When I'm confident enough, I'll post a video over at my blog as well as in my youtube account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to apologize to Jasper and KK. They were thinking i was going to play Linkin Park, when i didn't. Well, I'm working on that song too. Will keep you guys updated and if i do manage to accomplish that song, you guys will be the first to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess, that's all for now. Going to practice the song on my violin again. Going to perfect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lame idea i thought of, should i go to Cityhall underpass and play my songs? I might just earn some money busking. Well, maybe not, if the security guys find me first. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&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/6769740941968204610-8771859456721419196?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/8771859456721419196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=8771859456721419196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/8771859456721419196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/8771859456721419196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/02/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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-6769740941968204610.post-8439306364983465838</id><published>2008-02-21T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:53:16.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Objective Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finished painting the main door frame. I decided to paint the bathroom pipes as well. Finished that as well. Called up a IT firm for a job. The guy seemed nice. He asked me to send him my resume. Done that as well. If i can earn some cash, it would be good. Deciding on a apple itouch? Maybe, see how first, or I'll just save it up for a new apple laptop or future use. With this money, i'm going to open my personal savings account. So that when i need to buy something, i can use an atm card instead of bringing hard cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to do. It's going to be 3pm. Have yet to eat my lunch. Didn't eat breakfast either. Cool right. Wonder what my mom will cook for dinner? Well, later going to play my violin. Playing the piece i managed to write out. It's from Linkin Park. See my previous entry for more details. That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&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/6769740941968204610-8439306364983465838?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/8439306364983465838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=8439306364983465838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/8439306364983465838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/8439306364983465838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/02/objective-complete.html' title='Objective Complete'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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-6769740941968204610.post-9056474793311360960</id><published>2008-02-20T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:35:05.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, nothing much for this week, or in fact, the past couple of days. Other then getting used to my hand phone, I've done not much. Well, painted my main door frame today. Looks clean and nice. Tomorrow, I'll just finish up one portion and it's done. Don't feel like painting the bathroom pipes. People just don't appreciate the work i do. I got scolded for locking the gate? Well, apparently its a really dumb thing. Doesn't matter though. My household people react in very weird manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R7wrImlEsCI/AAAAAAAAABE/CDIhCXss94E/s1600-h/lp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R7wrImlEsCI/AAAAAAAAABE/CDIhCXss94E/s320/lp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169053899109478434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've just written and printed out my score sheet, for my violin. I'm trying to play the song called "In Pieces" by Linkin Park, from the album, Minutes to Midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, should be able to play. Need to listen well to the song and try to replicate it. Was trying to play "Apologize" by One Republic. First part turned out nice, and then the second part is too hard to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to look for a job, but most of them require you to work on Saturdays. Can't work on Saturday, I have violin lessons on Saturday. No income then. Need to save some money up for my birthday and year end. Thought of opening my own account. So i don't need to carry cash all the time. Can get a nets card to facilitate easy purchase.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that would be about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769740941968204610-9056474793311360960?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/9056474793311360960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=9056474793311360960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/9056474793311360960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/9056474793311360960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='What I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R7wrImlEsCI/AAAAAAAAABE/CDIhCXss94E/s72-c/lp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-4641977267409135732</id><published>2008-02-19T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:04:13.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With AEL and Mathematics over, i shall declare holidays. Then again, there's nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, should be updating my revised mark results soon. Had to change my predictions this time round. Sad to say, not higher but lower. Got my Nokia N81 yesterday. Actually on Saturday i got it, but the Navi-wheel wasn't working so got it replaced for a new one yesterday. Got mine in blue. Have to say, that the phone is really good and stable. Of a day's use and blasting music around, quite happy actually. Only that the camera is of 2mp and my previous phone is 3.2mp. Well, i have a dedicated camera for pictures, not a phone camera. Anyway, its pretty good phone. Quite glossy, so its a finger print magnet. I was constantly polishing it, till i pasted some DIY screen protectors on the buttons and keypad, so i prevent scratches from appearing. I take good care of my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i have time, I'll post some pictures of the phone. Uploaded some music on to it. Video is the tricky part. I uploaded a video of the wrong resolution and it can't play it. Got to convert it to 320 X 240. I had mine at 640 X 480. Haha silly mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good phone. Sound quality is awesome. Super loud and clear. Camera is ok, and rest of the features are fun and easy to use. It's got wifi too. Wifi eats battery, so remember to have a charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phones I've used so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia               3315    When i was in Primary 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia               2100    When i was in Secondary 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia               6610    When i was still in Secondary 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericcson    K608i   When i was in Secondary 4  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericcson     K600i    When i was in Polytechnic Year 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia                    N81        Currently using&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that would be about it. Kinda bored. Tomorrow, I'll paint my door frame and maybe install my anti virus for my computer, clean up my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&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/6769740941968204610-4641977267409135732?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/4641977267409135732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=4641977267409135732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/4641977267409135732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/4641977267409135732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally.html' title='Finally Over'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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-6769740941968204610.post-7298454443494005191</id><published>2008-02-14T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:16:48.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day. I guess, all year round it's the same for me. So nothing much. Guess, my bro Soe, must be enjoying his time with his girlfriend, just like the rest of my good friends. Some what he wants to become a peace bird. Haha. Only a woman can only change him. I tried changing him in secondary school, but it fell on deaf ears. And then this girl comes by and changes him in a flick of her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power of love. Haha. Good luck bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Happy Valentines Day, everyone. Those with love, enjoy. Those with out, go sit by the corner and cry. I mean it. Because I'm doing it as well. Damn. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GMAN&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/6769740941968204610-7298454443494005191?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/7298454443494005191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=7298454443494005191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/7298454443494005191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/7298454443494005191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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-6769740941968204610.post-4249748018537933512</id><published>2008-02-13T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:11:40.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Intend to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, today is Wednesday. Just a day more to revise for my mathematics examination on Friday,  15 February. Well, kind of know much of the format. Just need to brush up on Integration and Differentiation. Practice a little more on the hard questions, so i can get the bonus mark. Got to really use tomorrow as good stepping stone to revise all i can for maths. I'm usually not good in maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3 days to AEL examination on Monday, 18 February. For this subject, I'm very much done with the revision. Need to study more on chapters 3, 4, 5 and 6. Need to remember the formulas and "cheat codes" that can help to score. "Cheat Codes" being not for me to cheat, but I've derived some easier methods to remember and apply the formulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times, these help you to pre-determine the question. You need to just look at the question and you'll be able to relate with examples you have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go all out this time round to improve my GPA. Until today, i don't know what GPA stands for, but never mind. Guess I'll never know. Haha Want to do my best for everything. Don't want to have the feeling that i should have done better in this and that. Doesn't matter if i score the highest or the lowest. I know i had done my best. If i fail, i will know that i tried but still failed. If i get good grades, i know i deserved that and should continue to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 2 examinations, would come holidays. Well, might go out to source for some work, or maybe do some volunteering. Maybe those homes that involve children. It will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intended to change my phone today, but hey, my dad was feeling tired, so i decided not to go today. Maybe Saturday. My dad apologized for it. Made me feel bad. I told him that i wanted to go on Saturday, but he said he we'll get it today. Well, doesn't matter. Not going to fret and fuss over a phone. It's just a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, I've written a lot today. Tomorrow would be hectic. Not much of pictures to post too. That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&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/6769740941968204610-4249748018537933512?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/4249748018537933512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=4249748018537933512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/4249748018537933512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/4249748018537933512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-i-intend-to-do.html' title='What I Intend to do'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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-6769740941968204610.post-3659820848716875804</id><published>2008-02-12T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:04:45.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Voltage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;High Voltage runs through me, powering my mind and soul. I'm done with everything. No longer going to dwell into sorrow and sadness. Not going to put my effort in something that will not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to my past. To a past that once fueled me to great heights. The power, the lust, the solemn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will step back on my own feet. No longer going to trust the people around me. Those whom i thought were good friends, have now all lost their trust in me. I'm done with it. All the nonsense that you people give me. I've worked all alone all the while. Doing so now, wouldn't make it any difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking everything from the inside and throwing it all away. You don't know me, I don't know you. All i know is who are my true friends and who is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to take my space back. I'm going to work harder. I'm going to burn it all. Going to go to the far end of space and work myself out. There can be only one supreme, and thats ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&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/6769740941968204610-3659820848716875804?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/3659820848716875804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=3659820848716875804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/3659820848716875804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/3659820848716875804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/02/high-voltage.html' title='High Voltage'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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-6769740941968204610.post-3506808114713704058</id><published>2008-02-12T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:51:27.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, i do know that I've not written for quite some time. Well in a small dilemma again, don't know which phone to get. Well, did take a look at some phones. No idea which on to get. Just felt of getting the nokia n81. Always wanted that phone, ever since it was released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there are other phones i would like to get, some more expensive. I found that i just needed a simple phone. A phone that wouldn't break down on me, when i needed it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will be looking through the papers and reviews. More likely to get the n81. I like it. Getting the blue one. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, my blog has been quite dry for something. No new tags at all. Wonder do people even come to read. Didn't, make this blog for people to read anyway. I guess that would be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&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/6769740941968204610-3506808114713704058?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/3506808114713704058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=3506808114713704058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/3506808114713704058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/3506808114713704058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/02/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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-6769740941968204610.post-7352527707009787787</id><published>2008-02-03T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T15:24:54.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lead A Pathetic Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess i don't know why? My life is pathetic. Pathetic hand phone that breaks down on me all the time. Boring life, nothing interesting to do. I learned too many things at one go and at a young age. Darn. 17 year's old, I've learned many things about life. There are a couple things i have yet to learn. One of them being able to work and earn money by myself. That's a big one though. Otherwise, I've enough to keep myself contented. Good parents, hand phone( although it's crap, at least i have one. Some don't even get to have one) and many more. Happy enough that if i had to die i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i missed out on love and relationships. I have yet to ride a bike or drive a car. Well, guess no girl would love me for my loser and pathetic face. Neither would i agree, that I'm incredibly handsome or so. I'm below average, or maybe even less than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Pathetic life. Guess have to keep on going till i have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&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/6769740941968204610-7352527707009787787?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/7352527707009787787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=7352527707009787787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/7352527707009787787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/7352527707009787787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-lead-pathetic-life.html' title='I Lead A Pathetic Life'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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-6769740941968204610.post-4484401193359982606</id><published>2008-02-02T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:25:10.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I guess, with Monday's arrival, it would be the end of school for the semester. Won't be meeting anyone anytime soon, unless if i have to do so. Maybe gatherings or just go meet some of my friends. Having just 2 examinable subjects this time round. Analog Electronics and Maths. Why must there be maths, despite leaving secondary school. Darn. Anyway below are the final scores i anticipate to get for my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimated Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AEL           -   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A/B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths       -    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A/B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEPS         -    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B/C &lt;/span&gt;(I screwed up the first part of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPRO    -    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A/B&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECPRO        -    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He He, i know for sure. Jerry gets the same mark as me too.                             Team Partners.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IAC             -    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A/B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMT        -    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B/C &lt;/span&gt;(No idea if i will get an A? Maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EECAD        -   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B/C &lt;/span&gt;(If I'm lucky on this one i might get an A. Darn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A's and B's alone are good. They aren't the same as secondary school A's and B's. It's ranked slightly higher. I think and  A is above 75+ and a B around 69+ If you are an excellent bugger (I mean mugger), there's a chance for you to get an AD as well. You never know what awaits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester, i got an AD for a subject that i thought i would get a D for. Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769740941968204610-4484401193359982606?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/4484401193359982606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=4484401193359982606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/4484401193359982606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/4484401193359982606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/02/end-of-school.html' title='End Of School'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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-6769740941968204610.post-5038006439391044488</id><published>2008-02-01T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:33:00.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These were some pictures i took during maths class. Maths class is free time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha. I listen to every other lesson except maths. It's really boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161891801137437538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R6K5PofMW2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ksb4rok2DUQ/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This phone still exist. Can you imagine it? It's jerry's anyway.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161891165482277714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R6K4qofMW1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/vJE9Z7Cqw3Q/s320/The+Other+Side.+Enemy.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The other side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161893055267887986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R6K6YofMW3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qs-FmJXM5rk/s320/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ian's Harley Davidson Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;GMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769740941968204610-5038006439391044488?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/5038006439391044488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=5038006439391044488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/5038006439391044488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/5038006439391044488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/01/radom-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp2.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R6K5PofMW2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ksb4rok2DUQ/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-1340938494469020595</id><published>2008-01-31T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:01:13.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was thinking of buying a bike some time soon. Well, I'm still deciding. No where now can i afford a car to drive around, so a bike maybe the only logical thing to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Need to think about the fact that i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; might go overseas to study and that the bike might just sleep back here. No one will ride it. Unless, i do intend to study in Singapore for a basic degree then transfer over to Australia to do my Masters or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the irony is that, i would be driving a car first, than riding a bike. Taking my car license soon. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, these are the 2 bikes i am eying upon. They cost around $17,000+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R6GcPYfMWyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/LEYpnCMKQwI/s1600-h/2008yamahayzf-r6blackedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161578436028554018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R6GcPYfMWyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/LEYpnCMKQwI/s320/2008yamahayzf-r6blackedit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2008 Yamaha R6 (600cc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R6GcfYfMWzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kAX_ZPScNe4/s1600-h/11720_Honda_CBR600RR_tutta_nuova_per_il_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161578710906460978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R6GcfYfMWzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kAX_ZPScNe4/s320/11720_Honda_CBR600RR_tutta_nuova_per_il_2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2007 Honda CBR 600R7 (600cc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look almost the same, but they are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read some good reviews. Reviews state that both bikes are good. Personally i like the Yamaha, but either of the bike will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures: Courtesy Of Google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GMAN&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769740941968204610-1340938494469020595?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/1340938494469020595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=1340938494469020595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/1340938494469020595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/1340938494469020595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/01/which-one.html' title='Which One?'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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://bp0.blogger.com/_eBo8TQF2Gvw/R6GcPYfMWyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/LEYpnCMKQwI/s72-c/2008yamahayzf-r6blackedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769740941968204610.post-2539195984987780547</id><published>2008-01-31T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:34:36.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alright. Just decided, to do a blog after so long. Well, certainly, i forgot how to add new skins to the blog. Despite several attempts, i failed repeatedly to make my blog look nice. Darn. Some how the codes from most of the free blog skins have errors. Well, I'll just keep it simple. Maybe add a tag box or so? Will be updating more on my crazy ideas and thoughts. Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GMAN&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/6769740941968204610-2539195984987780547?l=king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/feeds/2539195984987780547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769740941968204610&amp;postID=2539195984987780547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/2539195984987780547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769740941968204610/posts/default/2539195984987780547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://king-of-the-dancefloor.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post.html' title='Post Of The Day'/><author><name>Alias: GMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17652112173335255986</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></feed>
