<?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-19350851</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:20:06.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Liverpudlian's Bloggie</title><subtitle type='html'>The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-1020134348839001900</id><published>2010-07-21T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:13:42.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Your Heart</title><content type='html'>It's not that I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I don't even want to try&lt;br /&gt;Every night I dream about you&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the day we said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't such a fool&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'd be holding you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I only knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words to say&lt;br /&gt;The road to take&lt;br /&gt;To find a way back to your heart&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;To get to you&lt;br /&gt;And find a way back to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it got so crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I'll do anything to set things right&lt;br /&gt;Cause your love is so amazing&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the best thing in my life&lt;br /&gt;Let me prove my love is real&lt;br /&gt;Make you feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I promise I would give the world&lt;br /&gt;If only you would tell me girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more chance &lt;br /&gt;To give my love to you&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one on this earth loves you like I do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn back time&lt;br /&gt;To make you mine&lt;br /&gt;And find a way back to your heart &lt;br /&gt;I beg and plead&lt;br /&gt;Fall to my knees&lt;br /&gt;To find a way back to your heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-1020134348839001900?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/1020134348839001900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=1020134348839001900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1020134348839001900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1020134348839001900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-your-heart.html' title='Back to Your Heart'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-841570157794245501</id><published>2010-07-20T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:30:11.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You.</title><content type='html'>That's right, I still love you as much as I do. No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't love me anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-841570157794245501?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/841570157794245501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=841570157794245501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/841570157794245501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/841570157794245501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-you.html' title='Love You.'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-5553888323268158636</id><published>2010-06-07T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:36:25.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official FIFA World Cup 2010 South Africa Theme Song</title><content type='html'>The biggest competition is held this year,2010, at South Africa. So it's natural to bring in some Africans music into the official theme. I really like this song cos it's a happy song. While the last World Cup's song sung by Il Divo and Toni Braxton was breathtaking, it did not portray the happiness or celebration so it's a huge letdown. After all, football games are meant to be enjoyed thoroughly =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, "Waving Flag" from K'naan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c7a3317790a29c5e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7a3317790a29c5e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329866032%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A919114E577BD70936747B8C228E2A75A53A043.1543453AF837DFCBD82157921DADA1C614B0CCA6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7a3317790a29c5e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4bNvSlUcjtKK2rkWFuck4Nhy9d8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7a3317790a29c5e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329866032%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A919114E577BD70936747B8C228E2A75A53A043.1543453AF837DFCBD82157921DADA1C614B0CCA6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7a3317790a29c5e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4bNvSlUcjtKK2rkWFuck4Nhy9d8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me freedom, give me fire, give me reason, take me higher&lt;br /&gt;See the champions, take the field now, you define us, make us feel proud&lt;br /&gt;In the streets are, exaliftin , as we lose our inhabition,&lt;br /&gt;Celebration its around us, every nation, all around us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin forever young, singin songs underneath that sun&lt;br /&gt;Lets rejoice in the beautiful game.&lt;br /&gt;And together at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL SAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get older I will be stronger&lt;br /&gt;They’ll call me freedom Just like a wavin’ flag&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get older I will be stronger&lt;br /&gt;They’ll call me freedom&lt;br /&gt;Just like a wavin’ flag&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooooooh woooooooooohh hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give you freedom, give you fire, give you reason, take you higher&lt;br /&gt;See the champions, take the field now, you define us, make us feel proud&lt;br /&gt;In the streets our heads are lifting, as we lose our inhibition&lt;br /&gt;Celebration, its around us, every nations, all around us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin forever young, singin songs underneath that sun&lt;br /&gt;Lets rejoice in the beautiful game.&lt;br /&gt;And together at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL SAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get older, I will be stronger&lt;br /&gt;They’ll call me freedom&lt;br /&gt;Just like a wavin’ flag&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get older I will be stronger&lt;br /&gt;They’ll call me freedom&lt;br /&gt;Just like a wavin’ flag&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooooo Ohohohoooooooo ! OOOoooooh Wooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL SAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get older I will be stronger&lt;br /&gt;They’ll call me freedom&lt;br /&gt;Just like a wavin’ flag&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get older I will be stronger&lt;br /&gt;They’ll call me freedom&lt;br /&gt;Just like a wavin’ flag&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes back&lt;br /&gt;And then it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo hooooo hohohohoooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody will be singin it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooooooo ohohohooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are all singin it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-5553888323268158636?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/5553888323268158636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=5553888323268158636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5553888323268158636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5553888323268158636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2010/06/official-fifa-world-cup-2010-south.html' title='Official FIFA World Cup 2010 South Africa Theme Song'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-7639759778546284498</id><published>2010-06-07T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:56:36.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle!</title><content type='html'>I guess this fetus really can't wait to arrive to this world. He gave a thumbs-up signaling he's ready haha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/TAzd_zYnoWI/AAAAAAAAANU/BzjYtYBSYaQ/s1600/thumbs+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/TAzd_zYnoWI/AAAAAAAAANU/BzjYtYBSYaQ/s320/thumbs+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479998934798016866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway seriously this is really a miracle for being able to capture that moment.&lt;br /&gt;Loveeee it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-7639759778546284498?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/7639759778546284498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=7639759778546284498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/7639759778546284498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/7639759778546284498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2010/06/miracle.html' title='Miracle!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/TAzd_zYnoWI/AAAAAAAAANU/BzjYtYBSYaQ/s72-c/thumbs+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-5705495981760946065</id><published>2010-05-30T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:03:40.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Robbery</title><content type='html'>There's this robbery happened in USA. This guy robbed and fled on a bicycle lol.&lt;br /&gt;He needs this book seriously haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/TAJ-OhQaO1I/AAAAAAAAANM/Xf-3QeSRzeA/s1600/dummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/TAJ-OhQaO1I/AAAAAAAAANM/Xf-3QeSRzeA/s320/dummy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477078884746410834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-5705495981760946065?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/5705495981760946065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=5705495981760946065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5705495981760946065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5705495981760946065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2010/05/crazy-robbery.html' title='Crazy Robbery'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/TAJ-OhQaO1I/AAAAAAAAANM/Xf-3QeSRzeA/s72-c/dummy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-3829160890634563450</id><published>2010-05-09T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:23:59.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipron Man 2</title><content type='html'>Last week was the opening of two blockbuster movies which were Iron Man 2 and Ip Man 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody came out with this crazy-but-excellent-photoshop poster and it is a big hit in the Facebook haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched both movies and I think that Iron Man 2 sucks with its storyline while Ip Man 2 rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Ipron Man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bTgpWSYWI/AAAAAAAAANE/vrbTJgn6V04/s1600/30853_384023977886_612797886_4051816_483148_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bTgpWSYWI/AAAAAAAAANE/vrbTJgn6V04/s320/30853_384023977886_612797886_4051816_483148_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469291355296653666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-3829160890634563450?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/3829160890634563450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=3829160890634563450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/3829160890634563450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/3829160890634563450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2010/05/ipron-man-2.html' title='Ipron Man 2'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bTgpWSYWI/AAAAAAAAANE/vrbTJgn6V04/s72-c/30853_384023977886_612797886_4051816_483148_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-1903087664432292128</id><published>2010-05-09T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:45:52.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footballers Look Alike!</title><content type='html'>Read this on MSN news a while back. Found this quite funny so I decide to share with you people =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However they got Tomas Rosicky and Kyle Maclachlan wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bKRNf_-vI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8NXAOAtdffI/s1600/1DBF74140FAC3A690702C95847EF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bKRNf_-vI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8NXAOAtdffI/s320/1DBF74140FAC3A690702C95847EF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469281194518510322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bKYaL-cKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JFyb-64je0w/s1600/2DBB5ACB5473ADA7285286151730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bKYaL-cKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JFyb-64je0w/s320/2DBB5ACB5473ADA7285286151730.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469281318183268514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bKdiJfLMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nBibpXOTiZM/s1600/6F95909D62382357D51765DEA15CB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bKdiJfLMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nBibpXOTiZM/s320/6F95909D62382357D51765DEA15CB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469281406219660482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bKi81WN3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/LmxNA0VCa90/s1600/2496CF1B19FAFF72BDD51135BB13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bKi81WN3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/LmxNA0VCa90/s320/2496CF1B19FAFF72BDD51135BB13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469281499282290546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-1903087664432292128?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/1903087664432292128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=1903087664432292128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1903087664432292128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1903087664432292128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2010/05/footballers-look-alike.html' title='Footballers Look Alike!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bKRNf_-vI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8NXAOAtdffI/s72-c/1DBF74140FAC3A690702C95847EF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-2272736573881972786</id><published>2010-05-09T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:19:21.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Liverpool Kit!</title><content type='html'>The new jersey has been launched for the new 10/11 season. No more Carlsberg as Standard Chartered will replace them during the 80 million-pound deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new deal will put Standard Chartered as the most expensive sponsorship in Liverpool's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My da jie in UK has pre-ordered the kit for me and it has arrived few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will show you guys the kit when my parents take it back for me about a month later.&lt;br /&gt;There will be some surprises ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sneak peek featuring Carrager, Gerrard and Kuyt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bEPSay5TI/AAAAAAAAAMc/oTLe-jTXBSM/s1600/article-1264447-090A0F9F000005DC-262_468x4681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bEPSay5TI/AAAAAAAAAMc/oTLe-jTXBSM/s320/article-1264447-090A0F9F000005DC-262_468x4681.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469274564409353522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-2272736573881972786?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/2272736573881972786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=2272736573881972786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2272736573881972786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2272736573881972786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-new-liverpool-kit.html' title='My New Liverpool Kit!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S-bEPSay5TI/AAAAAAAAAMc/oTLe-jTXBSM/s72-c/article-1264447-090A0F9F000005DC-262_468x4681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-1213292340208316871</id><published>2010-03-24T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:44:40.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beckham's Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Achilles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth's river - where his mother dipped him, fished him, a slippery golden boy flowed on, his name on its lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without him, it was prophesied, they would not take Troy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women hid him, concealed him in girls' sarongs; days of sweetmeats, spices, silver songs ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when Odysseus came, with an athlete's build, a sword and a shield, he followed him to the battlefield, the crowd's roar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was sport, not war, his charmed foot on the ball ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then his heel, his heel, his heel ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Carol Ann Duffy, inspired by David Beckham's Achilles' tendon injury.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-1213292340208316871?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/1213292340208316871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=1213292340208316871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1213292340208316871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1213292340208316871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2010/03/beckhams-poem.html' title='Beckham&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-5087623405766913303</id><published>2010-03-14T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:19:12.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DotA Bug</title><content type='html'>DotA is well known for its very good game play as well as its bugs. But I never know that the programmer would make such an error (sorry BMP!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S5zF5E7rLWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_2tF2t6mO3s/s1600-h/dota1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S5zF5E7rLWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_2tF2t6mO3s/s320/dota1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448447233578708322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I will still enjoy playing DotA anyway! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-5087623405766913303?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/5087623405766913303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=5087623405766913303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5087623405766913303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5087623405766913303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2010/03/dota-bug.html' title='DotA Bug'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/S5zF5E7rLWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_2tF2t6mO3s/s72-c/dota1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-3451039359108268145</id><published>2009-08-06T04:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T04:50:14.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Girl</title><content type='html'>There have been a few nights that I suddenly woke up, and felt sad. Simply because I dreamed of her, and she's not mine anymore. To make things worse, we always argue or acting just like very normal friends when we chat. Darn I feel so terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-3451039359108268145?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/3451039359108268145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=3451039359108268145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/3451039359108268145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/3451039359108268145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream-girl.html' title='Dream Girl'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-7410123404038614885</id><published>2009-07-17T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:13:33.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on this with her and I hate myself</title><content type='html'>A love-hate relationship is a personal relationship involving simultaneous or alternating emotions of love and enmity. Sometimes the person may love the other person/object, but hate oneself for it. This relationship does not have to be of a romantic nature, and may be instead of a sibling one. It may occur when people have completely lost the intimacy within a loving relationship, yet still retain some passion for, or perhaps some commitment to, each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term it is used most frequently in psychology, popular writing and journalism, much more so than in everyday discourse, and almost never amongst the individuals of whom it is predicated. It can be extended to relationships with inanimate objects, or even concepts.[1] In popular journalism, it is often employed speculatively by writers to explain the relationship between celebrity couples who have been divorced, then who reunite (notably Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton or Eminem and Kimberly "Kim" Scott).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A related theme is "obligatory friendship", where usually one party feels indebted to another and forges a friendship but still holds a grudge over a particular past disappointment or set of disappointments, while the "creditor" in the relationship agrees to the nature of the relationship often for security reasons, but remains aware of the "debtor's" grudge and feels counter-indebted until the cause of the grudge is sufficiently overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept is frequently used in teen romance novels where two characters are shown to hate each other but show some sort of affection or attraction towards each other at certain points of the story. The concept of a love-hate relationship is frequently used in teen novels to describe the romance between a good girl and a bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be argued that, due to the fact that the subjects love each other despite issues they have, a love hate relationship actually represents a stronger bond than a simple love relationship does. Also since a constant hatred is felt, any new issues which emerge are unlikely to put the relationship in jeopardy. However it is also true that real happiness may be attained from such a relationship as there would always be commitment and love for the other person as it existed even when the dislikes are known and accepted as part of relationship. This kind of relationship is also more likely to bring peace and contentment in life of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgement:&lt;br /&gt;Retrieved July 2, 2009, from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love-hate_relationship&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-7410123404038614885?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/7410123404038614885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=7410123404038614885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/7410123404038614885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/7410123404038614885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-on-this-with-her-and-i-hate-myself.html' title='I&apos;m on this with her and I hate myself'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-4744057578939032705</id><published>2009-07-12T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:19:33.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up with FM2009?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/Sln-gQ9IoYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3Asgdr8BuhY/s1600-h/lol2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/Sln-gQ9IoYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3Asgdr8BuhY/s320/lol2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357593061994570114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot? Sami Hyypia can't speak basic English? You must be kidding me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/Sln-a3fcE9I/AAAAAAAAAME/AWNpnrBw8vc/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/Sln-a3fcE9I/AAAAAAAAAME/AWNpnrBw8vc/s320/lol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357592969259783122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want like that meh? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Manager's name is hidden. A gal whom I have lots of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Please enlarge the pictures for greater laugh xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-4744057578939032705?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/4744057578939032705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=4744057578939032705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/4744057578939032705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/4744057578939032705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-up-with-fm2009.html' title='What&apos;s Up with FM2009?'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/Sln-gQ9IoYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3Asgdr8BuhY/s72-c/lol2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-4505861605544480165</id><published>2009-07-12T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:08:33.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate is the power of the dark side</title><content type='html'>I've never seen a person that promised everything only for her to break all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Have faith that we will go thru the long distance&lt;br /&gt;2- Never say break up&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a person can simply change so fast? It left me thinking so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not be angry and disappointed when I made 20+ calls and only one of them being accepted? It's not that her phone was in silent mode! If she was me I'm sure she would get mad too.(Recalling the moment that she called me and gone mad cos I was sleeping in the bus from Genting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person that doesn't know how to love choose to break someone's heart. Pathetic isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE HATE HATE this kinda feeling. Being let down so badly and as if it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta buck up now already. I've gone crazy cos I've sent so many hate sms and messages lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-4505861605544480165?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/4505861605544480165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=4505861605544480165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/4505861605544480165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/4505861605544480165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/07/hate-is-power-of-dark-side.html' title='Hate is the power of the dark side'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-1129803964317470290</id><published>2009-07-12T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:25:38.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1?</title><content type='html'>Came home on Friday with a minor sore throat, a little of dizziness and felt like I was gonna fever soon. However, I felt a little better yesterday. Thought I was gonna be ok until something happened in the evening that really troubled my sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt cold and hot, sore throat was getting worse and was having minor flu already. I felt very terrible and so as my mood swung. I scolded anybody that I couldn't look into my eyes. Very sorry to mum, Sue and a gal. I did not mean to hurt anybody though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, two of my colleagues came back from USA not long ago. They seemed healthy I know but the virus can still infect the most healthy person. I will check with doctor tomorrow if I still did not get well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1N1 or just normal sickness, I don't give a damn. If God wanna me to visit Him I'll go with a happy heart. Lol =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-1129803964317470290?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/1129803964317470290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=1129803964317470290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1129803964317470290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1129803964317470290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/07/h1n1_12.html' title='H1N1?'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-5512096262402822402</id><published>2009-07-02T09:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:44:02.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers is nowhere near "Great Movie"!</title><content type='html'>"Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen" made over $200 million last week. What it didn't make, however, was one lick of sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, suspension of disbelief is usually not a problem for me. Tell me that a billionaire could put on a bat suit and swoop around fighting crime and I'll buy it. Or that a different billionaire could build flying armor in his basement. Or that in the future people will beam onto spaceships with their pointy-eared best friend. I'll accept all of it. I'll even take your word for it that a mechanized alien race can come to our planet, scan some cars, and turn themselves into vehicles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, there were moments in this new "Transformers" movie that were so confusing, so contradictory, or so corny that they completely took me out of the movie. Even days after watching it, some new inconsistency or plot hole would pop into my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it already: "It's a popcorn movie. It's based on a bunch of toys. It's just supposed to be fun." And yes, all of those things are true. But that doesn't mean I can't ask questions about what in the world was going on. Here are the ten that I most want answered. (WARNING: contains spoilers). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In "Transformers," there was this giant battle in the middle of downtown Los Angeles -- excuse me, Mission City -- that was witnessed by thousands of people at the very least. But somehow the government was able to cover up the whole thing, and now the existence of alien robots is just an internet rumor? How did they do it? Pay off everyone who was there and quickly fix millions of dollars in damage? Also, didn't Keller (Jon Voight) go on TV and tell everyone we were being attacked by "a technological civilization far superior to our own"? How did they spin that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. There are two pieces of the Allspark cube left: the military has one under lock and key, and Sam discovers another. The Decepticons steal one and bring Megatron back to life. But when Sam (Shia LaBeouf) wants to bring back Optimus, he has to find the Matrix of Leadership on the other side of the globe. Why not use the other piece? Mikaela (Megan Fox) has it in her backpack the whole time. It brought his kitchen appliances to life, why can't it do the same for Optimus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Speaking of Megatron's rebirth, when the Decepticons venture deep into the ocean to revive him, the Navy crew tracking them reads five contacts. When they get down there, they tear apart one of the robots for parts to rebuild Megatron. Then as they rise to the surface, the same Navy guys say they spot six contacts. The little "Doctor" robot popped out down there, but he's about a third of the size of a person. Would he have shown up on sonar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. That reminds me: even if I were to forgive the Doctor's German accent -- and director Michael Bay is asking me to forgive a lot of ridiculous accents -- why would a robot need glasses? He has little lenses that flip in front of his mechanical eyes. Couldn't he just get his eyes adjusted? You'd think with all the laser guns, someone could perform a Lasik procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Apparently, Transformers can look like people now. How? And how is it that even though the robo-girl (Isabel Lucas) is made of metal, she can still straddle Sam without crushing him. And if Bumblebee knows something's wrong with her, why does he spit antifreeze at her instead of telling Sam? Yes, his voicebox is broken, but wasn't it fixed at the end of the last movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Fallen is the last of the Primes, since they all sacrificed themselves to stop him from destroying the sun. But then he says that Optimus is a descendant of the Primes. First, Transformers have kids? And second, how could he descend from them if they were all dead? And if the Fallen could only be destroyed by a Prime, why didn't the originals just gang up on him back in the day? And what makes Optimus so special, anyway? Megatron beat him earlier, but all it takes is a few spare parts from creaky old Jetfire for him to take out the Fallen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sam, Mikaela, and Simmons (John Turturro) go to the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum in Washington D.C. to find Jetfire. Then they walk out the back onto a wide open field with old planes and mountains in the distance. When did the National Mall start to look so much like to Tucson, AZ (where they really filmed that scene)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The geography is just as bad when they go to Egypt. The stone city of Petra in Jordan is over 250 miles away, over mountainous terrain, with few paved roads and the Israeli border between them, so how can they drive from one to the other in a couple of hours. And the Pyramids are said to be shooting distance from the Mediterranean, but they are actually well over 80 miles inland. Even if the Navy ship had a secret rail gun, and even if the captain would take an order to fire from a former agent of a government branch that no longer exists (over a walkie-talkie that inexplicably starts working again), how could it hit a moving target from that distance? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sam briefly dies and goes to Robot Heaven. Robot Heaven?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where does Sam's bandage come from? What about his extra sock? Why does Sam's roommate not contribute anything at all? What was the Fallen doing for those thousands of years Megatron was frozen in ice? How does one satellite receive transmissions from everywhere on the planet? Why does Wheelie hump Mikaela's leg? Why do we have to see John Turturro's thong? Why are robots who join together to become Devastator also seen fighting the Army at the same time? Why does the government want only our military fighting Decepticons when our weapons seem unable to make so much as a dent on any of them? Why did the ancient Egyptians build a pyramid around the sun-destroying machines instead of just breaking it? Why is the Matrix of Leadership bigger in the Fallen's hand than in Sam's? And how do Mikaela's pants stay so clean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I went overboard at the end, but the questions remain. And I'm sure more will pop up next time I think about the movie. But the movie did make a ton of money, and it's earned a solid B+ rating from our users. Maybe I should go see it again. My questions probably won't get answered in a second viewing, but if I can just clear them from my mind I can be in Robot Heaven, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgement:&lt;br /&gt;Matt McDaniel(2009, June 30). Burning Questions: The 10 Most Confusing Things in 'Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen'. Retrieved July 2, 2009, from http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/smg-transformers-10-questions.html&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, even me can figure out some loopholes in the movie. I don't really examine a movie unless I love it until to its core (like The Lord of the Rings!) but Transfomers 2: Revenge of the Fallen is way too ridiculous. Some of the questions above might need some assumptions to answer it though. For example, in Question 4, the robo-girl (Pretender) might be able to transform itself in the aspect of appearance and weight. Anyway they are some technology advanced creatures, they can do anything, aren't they? But then, this proves only one thing, the movie is lousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the first movie although it does not explain what happened to the other Decepticons in the end. And this time, we did not know what happen to Wheelie, Arcee and etc. Actually there's still more questions about the movie but it really takes time to compile them all lol. I'm not trying to prove anything, I'm just watching the movie from a normal movie fan's point of view. And mind you, I do know a thing or two about Transformers! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-5512096262402822402?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/5512096262402822402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=5512096262402822402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5512096262402822402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5512096262402822402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-is-nowhere-near-great.html' title='Transformers is nowhere near &quot;Great Movie&quot;!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-886544867389009454</id><published>2009-06-26T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:12:19.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of Our King of Pop</title><content type='html'>I am really shocked when i read the news titled "Michael Jackson dies". My goodness he was only 50 years old and I really thought he died young since he was so obsessed with staying young. Backfired maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grow up listening to his songs, watching his trademark dance move "Moonwalk" as well as immitating him. Although he did not release new songs after that I still love his oldies lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright sometimes I admit he's a jerk and court cases had been "daily routine" for him but heck, he's dead now and we should remember what he had given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalling yesterday morning, I was listening to his songs with iPod at office while he was dying! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Our beloved King of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Farrah Fawcett died too but I aint know nothing about her. RIP Farrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our entertainment industry has suffered with double blows. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-886544867389009454?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/886544867389009454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=886544867389009454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/886544867389009454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/886544867389009454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-memory-of-our-king-of-pop.html' title='In Memory of Our King of Pop'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-9170803739064863523</id><published>2009-06-24T09:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:38:04.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken's Review of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen</title><content type='html'>Went to Queensbay Mall during lunch time yesterday to buy a ticket (yes, i watched alone) for 7.50pm's movie and I got a slightly-in-front-place still. After all the wait I drove off to the mall from my office around 6.40pm and had some peeps and surveys for my new sports shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to the cinema and my goodness the whole place was really packed. Expected anyway. We still cannot compare the crowds here in Penang and KL though. The cinema let us enter 5 minutes late and after all the crap ads we're in the movie! Weeehooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the movie is more humourous compared to the first one but there are really some annoying Autobots namely Mudflap and Skids or The Twins. I would prefer the movie being more serious and just some jokes added in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the storyline is my main problem. I did not really understand the story actually.Perhaps I need to watch the second time to really understand it. Many small details were left out or simply narrated through. Anyhow I thought Bumblebee had his voice already, having shown at the end of the first movie but hell he's not now! Another thing, I bet you would not figure out who's fighting who and worse, who's Autobots and who's Decepticons! Oh my God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for the highlights of the movie. If you're a guy then you would probably love this movie for the hot women lol. Mikaela Banes got prettier and hotter in this movie and there's another gal called Isabel Lucas had the WOW factor too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, and perhaps unarguably is the effects, both in visual and sound. I think this is the reason why we watch Transformers at cinemas haha. The budget for the movie was a whopping 200 million dollar and based on the effects shown, I was in awe how technology was so advanced nowadays. (I watched Terminator 1 few days ago and I couldn't help laughing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this is it. I don't know whether you like this or not but for my case, yes I liked it. The creativity of the producers to change some of the character's origins. Check out Jetfire cos he's the most obvious. (with some Transformers knowledge on the EARLIST cartoon then you'll figure it out easily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rate the movie 3 out of 5. Even the general reception is not that good. Obviously the sequel was not as nice as the prequel so I was actually a little disappointed but still this is a must watch movie. The movie was about two and a half hours so sit down and enjoy the movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-9170803739064863523?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/9170803739064863523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=9170803739064863523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/9170803739064863523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/9170803739064863523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/06/kens-review-of-transformers-revenger-of.html' title='Ken&apos;s Review of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-1398149559120699189</id><published>2009-06-23T10:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:57:39.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously...</title><content type='html'>Seriously I do not how hard to webcam.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I do not how hard to sms.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I do not how hard to facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I do not how hard to make a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I do not how hard to email.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I do not how hard to msn.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I do not how hard to love a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly everything I do, I think of her first, willingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things get serious now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps saying about your physical appearance and personality and giving so many suggestions and complaints and telling you her ideal guy. I am trying hard to do it and as if she does not know. In fact, I cannot even get angry. I just need more from here to ease my pain, physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I am a sensitive person and has many weaknesses but sometimes, loving a person mean accepting his/her flaws too. But in the mean time, both have to improve themselves.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am truly tired now. So alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-1398149559120699189?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/1398149559120699189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=1398149559120699189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1398149559120699189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1398149559120699189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/06/seriously.html' title='Seriously...'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-1937052075954635014</id><published>2009-06-23T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:57:32.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUTOBOTS, ROLL OUT!</title><content type='html'>Hooray! today is the premiere of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen or the sequel of the first movie. I watched the first movie again yesterday to understand the story more clearly before going into the next one haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am impressed by the CGI and am looking forward to the special effects in the next installment. Can't wait for the movie really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEN IS ROLLING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-1937052075954635014?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/1937052075954635014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=1937052075954635014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1937052075954635014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1937052075954635014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/06/autobots-roll-out.html' title='AUTOBOTS, ROLL OUT!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-2050353303227453067</id><published>2009-06-19T09:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:16:41.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating My 22 Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today is such a special day. Later at 3.15pm I'll be officially twenty two years old. Also, I feel extra sleepy at the office today. Perhaps all you guys best wishes on the midnight hahaha! Anyhow thanks guys! I will post up the celebration tonight as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow i'm very glad that you called. Very sweet indeed. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again guys and gals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-2050353303227453067?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/2050353303227453067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=2050353303227453067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2050353303227453067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2050353303227453067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebrating-my-22-birthday.html' title='Celebrating My 22 Birthday!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-2561366082064416858</id><published>2009-06-18T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:39:26.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work Work.........</title><content type='html'>I joined Philips Lumileds on 28th May 2008. I worked only 2 days then it's weekend and it was end of the month already. So they paid me like 300 bucks for sitting at the company haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am given a task, to develop a program for the production line in Visual Basic 6, alone! Oh my goodness I learned that thing for just a semester and it's like 2 years ago! To make things worse, I only have 1 week to develop it, without my consent. My superior(I have many bosses actually)promised someone else without asking me. CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I have to dig out the knowledge from books and the Internet. Hardly that I can find anybody that can teach me because I only have 2 colleagues and I believe that only one of them truly is a VB pro but he is not helfpul. Facebook and its applications, msn, reading news and bla bla bla most of the time. The other one is good to me and helps me alot but I'm not sure if she can help in in the programming part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got bollocked over the chat room by a few bosses. Well they did not really scold me but it wasn't a relax conversation. I am not so sure how they work but they seem very committed to work and no joking when they are discussing work. While for me, I do not like it because I like to enjoy my work, better if I do it in a good mood. In that way I would be committed and happy at the same time :) However they are good people no worries hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real job and so I got a real job environment. The most important thing that I've learned so far is to PROTECT yourself. Everyone has to come up a plan to backup themselves. For programmers they create log files, non IT parts they come up with presentation slides and etc stating the reasons. While I do not prefer to call it a backup plan, I'd like say we have to responsible for everything we do. If you failed to finish something on time then you would have to explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is on...  It's like watching Survivor on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/Sjm2m5t8XMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kfn5xDAascM/s1600-h/Survivor_borneo_logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/Sjm2m5t8XMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kfn5xDAascM/s320/Survivor_borneo_logo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348506811923979458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTWIT, OUTPLAY, OUTLAST(The survivor gets promoted?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-2561366082064416858?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/2561366082064416858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=2561366082064416858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2561366082064416858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2561366082064416858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-work-work.html' title='Work Work Work.........'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/Sjm2m5t8XMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kfn5xDAascM/s72-c/Survivor_borneo_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-6545743542850796526</id><published>2009-06-17T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:59:32.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Day 7, Or Not?</title><content type='html'>Day has become better for us. We hang out together on Friday last week and it was actually a nice day. She flew to Australia the next day and I went to the Penang airport to send her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright she asked for breakup before but she got sweet after that. Could it be PMS, the culprit for everything? Or could it be that she simply could not imagine life without me beside her? I am not sure about that but anyway she's sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought everything went back to normal but her recent actions got me back to disappointment. I hate any people that disappear without informing me in the first place and waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make long story short, I really feel that I am loved little and I hope she can change at least a bit. Afterall, I have been trying to change, to be at my best, for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a matter of 2 persons, a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend even told me that she was not really that into me. Breakup is the wise thing to do but I cannot do that now. I love working on problems =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-6545743542850796526?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/6545743542850796526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=6545743542850796526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/6545743542850796526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/6545743542850796526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-day-7-or-not.html' title='Is It Day 7, Or Not?'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-6249306274949581981</id><published>2009-06-12T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:17:31.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You: Day 2</title><content type='html'>I am glad that I talked with you on msn yesterday. I could not helped myself anymore so I talked to you. The conversation cleared some misunderstanding. I thought you hated me and the relationship so you chose to end it but it was not after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I still find it difficult to accept you as a friend. I would have suffered greatly if you tell me you've just went for a hot date or how sweet between you and your new boyfriend one day. Hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly you gave me a glimmer of hope. We might still stand a chance after 3 years. At this moment I knew it was a chance so I wanted to be your friend. We will still be in contact and at least I am still in the race. If I had chosen the other path, everything would be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you took the hope away when we talked on the phone at night. I was hurted and acted like a crazy man. I hate myself when I am in rage. I do things without thinking. Sorry for that. I was truly hurted and spent my night talking to a friend until the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you do not know what you want or you cannot think clearly anymore or other reasons. I am confused because what you said and your action were contradicted. I thought we only choose to end a relationship (such as love is dead or it is useless to move on, probably he/she is not the one and won't be happily ever after) and no hope is given anymore. I do not know what you want and you put me under duress. But I still love you nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-6249306274949581981?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/6249306274949581981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=6249306274949581981' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/6249306274949581981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/6249306274949581981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/06/without-you-day-2.html' title='Without You: Day 2'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-8427906092311009642</id><published>2009-06-11T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:37:27.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You: Day 1 (2)</title><content type='html'>Saw her on msn but I could not talk to her. It's killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant concentrate in working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fitting to sing "Can't Smile Without You" by Barry Manilow right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-8427906092311009642?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/8427906092311009642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=8427906092311009642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/8427906092311009642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/8427906092311009642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/06/without-you-day-1-2.html' title='Without You: Day 1 (2)'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-4775082107283935079</id><published>2009-06-11T08:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:29:24.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You: Day 1</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of the saddest life in my life. Breakup with you (officially) is a big regret in my life and I cannot do anything to save it. As you said, we cannot force ourselves especially love and I respect your decision though I really do not like it ends like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest hurt is that I thought you had given me a chance. When I saw the word "dear" in your sms I thought we could patch up but it turned out not to be. Perhaps it was a typo error or spontaneous word came out from you. On my way home my phone played some songs that we shared together: Elton John's Your Song, Faye Wong's edition of  Wishing We Last Forever(但願人長久), Simon and Garfunkel's Sound of Silence and etc. Hell, this was really hurt and I could not control my tears anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to return all the stuffs that you have given me because I find them seriously breaking my heart. I chose to reject your present yesterday not out of disrespect but that present was supposed to be our 1 year anniversary present. I hope you understand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I did some cleaning job. Moving your messages into a hidden place and packing some other things that were given from you. I looked back some of our photos and I found a file even heartbreaking. It recorded the song that I sang to you over the internet. That was very saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to bed I could not help recalling our moments together. Though it's not much but happy. And some other things appeared too. How could I start anew when my surrounding and daily life was so much being affected by you. We sms-ed and talked on the phone, laughed and cried for Liverpool FC and etc. I even thought of supporting Manchester United or perhaps I should just quit football but I think I should better just die. At some point I hated you to death but it was too painful to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life now is souless as a zombie. Woke up today and still feeling the pain in my heart. Could not laugh or cry anymore. Bathed then turned on Facebook to check her out. Suddenly I realized I shall not dwell on this anymore. Life goes on. I need to convert my pain into work, to work my ladder up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I cannot be your friend now. I need time to heal the wounds. Perhaps we can be good friends in the future but I'm not so sure. I don't think I can take it if u went on to a hot date or found a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know how deep my love is for you and how hurt it is because it's my first relationship. You'll be always on my mind. God bless you and I sincerely wish you all the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-4775082107283935079?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/4775082107283935079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=4775082107283935079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/4775082107283935079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/4775082107283935079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/06/without-you-day-1.html' title='Without You: Day 1'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-885476461919885460</id><published>2009-04-15T04:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T05:26:19.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Liverpudlian Is Born</title><content type='html'>Right now, as of 4.45am, I am sitting in front my laptop, blogging. I have just watched a gruesome game between Chelsea and Liverpool. We lost 3-1 at home and we needed to win by 3 goals in order to progress. It was a very important game and both me and my gf watched the game in different corners of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as predicted, Liverpool failed to progress but they put a very good fight. Apparently 4-4 was not good enough for the Reds but it showed that we were evenly matched teams. We did not have any Abramoviches but the quality was in the team, just maybe not in depths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gf cried lots and lots after the game really and I had to console her lots and lots too haha. I knew exactly how she felt. Believing in the team she loved so lots that any defeats will simply ruin her days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a young fan compared to me, who have watched football around 8 years already. I've gave up my tears and especially my sleeping time (ah ha!) for them (VERY TERRIBLE when Liverpool lose some more!). As I grow older, results are still important to me but I don't take that as life and death anymore. Some of the love in Liverpool simply have shifted to her and she gets all my attention now. Perhaps I was so so so crazy because I did not have any responsibilities to my other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell all of u here how crazy she is, if not crazier. She reads every Liverpool news and she knows our next opponent and the time the game is played earlier than me. She cries for Liverpool which I have stopped long ago. Telling me lotsa Liverpool things and texting YNWA in our love sms some more! =P Sometimes I really jealous of Liverpool la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New Liverpudlian is born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually when we first started I tried to minimize my Liverpool craziness simply because I afraid she did not like I stick to football too much. I thought a balance is needed. Yeah I influenced her to be a Red fan but I really did not know she would got so crazy. Anyhow, I really don't know what would happen if we got married. Shouting like crazy people in the house when Liverpool score. Terribly sorry for the kids because weekends belong to their crazy parents sticking to the tv and none for them. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing about this is that she cannot laugh or tease me again cos she is doing everything I did. Deja vu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof of her crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SeT9EfF13uI/AAAAAAAAALs/nrjuOOKiGaw/s1600-h/Boar_Cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SeT9EfF13uI/AAAAAAAAALs/nrjuOOKiGaw/s320/Boar_Cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324658912966074082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-885476461919885460?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/885476461919885460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=885476461919885460' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/885476461919885460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/885476461919885460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-liverpudlian-is-born.html' title='A New Liverpudlian Is Born'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SeT9EfF13uI/AAAAAAAAALs/nrjuOOKiGaw/s72-c/Boar_Cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-3389889310447413156</id><published>2009-04-08T03:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:54:18.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug in FM 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/Sduu7elczaI/AAAAAAAAALk/jLHksaLyuEM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/Sduu7elczaI/AAAAAAAAALk/jLHksaLyuEM/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322039721514028450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/Sduu1tYQIkI/AAAAAAAAALc/qI83bg9FX1k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/Sduu1tYQIkI/AAAAAAAAALc/qI83bg9FX1k/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322039622405988930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when Theo Walcott plays for a weak side like Man Utd? And what kinda English (or programming) is that?! Wake up SI Games!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-3389889310447413156?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/3389889310447413156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=3389889310447413156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/3389889310447413156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/3389889310447413156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/04/since-when-theo-walcott-plays-for-weak.html' title='Bug in FM 2009!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/Sduu7elczaI/AAAAAAAAALk/jLHksaLyuEM/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-3211347894426631254</id><published>2009-03-15T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:01:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Test</title><content type='html'>Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-3211347894426631254?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/3211347894426631254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=3211347894426631254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/3211347894426631254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/3211347894426631254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/03/test.html' title='A Test'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-6188459292132605922</id><published>2009-03-07T23:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:30:02.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>Kheng Kim, a friend of mine, asked me whether I still blogged. I said yes but I was kinda lazy by then =P All of a sudden, the urge of blogging suddenly comes into my mind again hahaha. Thus I declare this blog will not die before I did =P Actually I have a few stories but perhaps I should keep them for the next postings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Watchmen" with a few friends on Thursday. The movie was crap but the songs were really nice. One of the songs, titled "The Sound of Silence"  really touched my soul. The last time I listened to it was really long ago and that served as a perfect opportunity to refresh my memory again haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hUy9ePyo6Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hUy9ePyo6Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is really old but only great songs able to endure the challenge of time, am I right? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello darkness, my old friend,&lt;br /&gt;Ive come to talk with you again,&lt;br /&gt;Because a vision softly creeping,&lt;br /&gt;Left its seeds while I was sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;And the vision that was planted in my brain&lt;br /&gt;Still remains&lt;br /&gt;Within the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In restless dreams I walked alone&lt;br /&gt;Narrow streets of cobblestone,&lt;br /&gt;neath the halo of a street lamp,&lt;br /&gt;I turned my collar to the cold and damp&lt;br /&gt;When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of&lt;br /&gt;A neon light&lt;br /&gt;That split the night&lt;br /&gt;And touched the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the naked light I saw&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand people, maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;People talking without speaking,&lt;br /&gt;People hearing without listening,&lt;br /&gt;People writing songs that voices never share&lt;br /&gt;And no one deared&lt;br /&gt;Disturb the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools said i,you do not know&lt;br /&gt;Silence like a cancer grows.&lt;br /&gt;Hear my words that I might teach you,&lt;br /&gt;Take my arms that I might reach you.&lt;br /&gt;But my words like silent raindrops fell,&lt;br /&gt;And echoed&lt;br /&gt;In the wells of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people bowed and prayed&lt;br /&gt;To the neon God they made.&lt;br /&gt;And the sign flashed out its warning,&lt;br /&gt;In the words that it was forming.&lt;br /&gt;And the signs said, the words of the prophets&lt;br /&gt;Are written on the subway walls&lt;br /&gt;And tenement halls.&lt;br /&gt;And whisperd in the sounds of silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-6188459292132605922?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/6188459292132605922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=6188459292132605922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/6188459292132605922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/6188459292132605922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2009/03/sound-of-silence.html' title='The Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-1712111320366814427</id><published>2008-10-14T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:28:40.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thin and Thinner</title><content type='html'>I am already thin. Used to be so underweight and it has gone worse. 60kg for a 176cm made me like a walking skeleton in the past. Few weeks ago I weighed again and it had dropped to 59kg. I don't know why this is happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two jeans, a new and an old one. The old jean suits me perfectly while I need a belt for my new one. I found that my old jean is going to be just like my new jean this noon, meaning I am now lower than 59kg. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting thinner. I don't want this. Used a few methods to increase my appetite when I was young but it did not work at all. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really hate this.  God please give me a few more kilograms =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-1712111320366814427?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/1712111320366814427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=1712111320366814427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1712111320366814427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1712111320366814427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/10/thin-and-thinner.html' title='Thin and Thinner'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-6082881033264062751</id><published>2008-10-09T13:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:40:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 &amp; 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SO2aKBl5kLI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OpFmJZAqJ6k/s1600-h/190908-gerrards-100th-h5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SO2aKBl5kLI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OpFmJZAqJ6k/s320/190908-gerrards-100th-h5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255025837228003506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amazing player with his amazing goal tally. This is Steven Gerrard of Liverpool and his 100th goal for Liverpool during the 3-1 victory against PSV Eindhoven at Anfield. Scoring a century of goals is uncommon when you are not playing as striker but Gerrard made it possible. This player has to be one of the most versatile player I've ever seen. He has played in almost every position other than the goalie. To add to his delight, his 100th goal is an absolute cracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SO2dgAf36dI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KE9SMsVJJsQ/s1600-h/GerrardGG1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SO2dgAf36dI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KE9SMsVJJsQ/s320/GerrardGG1002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255029513426299346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often said it is good to share your happiness so here comes Robbie Keane! This Irishman has been playing well but he did not find his goalscoring touch until this game (reminding me of Peter Crouch). His first ever goal for the club he supported since he was still a boy. I really enjoy his cartwheel celebration but this time around he is doing for my Liverpool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SO2e1tlkjkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KiagE_pobSI/s1600-h/KeaneGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SO2e1tlkjkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KiagE_pobSI/s320/KeaneGE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255030985818672706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-6082881033264062751?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/6082881033264062751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=6082881033264062751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/6082881033264062751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/6082881033264062751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/10/100-1.html' title='100 &amp; 1'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SO2aKBl5kLI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OpFmJZAqJ6k/s72-c/190908-gerrards-100th-h5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-5760926928277933082</id><published>2008-09-20T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:27:36.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>19 September 2008 - The Wrath of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon she suddenly asked for breakup and this really shocked me. While she said our thinking were just too different and she was crying lots rather than being happy with me so I had to accept this grueling fact, that was to let her go. I felt it was pity to end this but it would be the best if she could find a much much much better guy than I am. It was simply I could not fulfilling her needs often and left her in disappointment. I want her to be happy in life, not the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only thing that I REALLY regret is that it would be impossible for us even to be friends. She is a very good gal and it is God's grace to be her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wireless network here has been down for quite sometimes but somehow there is an unsecured network detected to let me blog to express my feelings. Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, I love you forever and ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-5760926928277933082?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/5760926928277933082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=5760926928277933082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5760926928277933082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5760926928277933082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/09/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-2934538491518607116</id><published>2008-08-09T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:13:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Studies So Far</title><content type='html'>This is my final year, Year 3, semester 1. This is one hell of a semester cos I have so many subjects to deal with and of course, the final year project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very busy and I miss my sleep so much but the support from family and Dear really giving me that extra energy to go forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore I was hit by wrist injury so everything even went extra difficult. Some lecturers were really kind and helped me lots. Thank you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I did not do quite well in certain subjects, I need to buck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO SACRIFICE, NO VICTORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-2934538491518607116?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/2934538491518607116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=2934538491518607116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2934538491518607116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2934538491518607116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-studies-so-far.html' title='My Studies So Far'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-4865277048560551605</id><published>2008-08-09T13:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:07:57.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Left Wrist</title><content type='html'>It was just my second game for SSPK FC and it was against South Lake from Desa Parkcity. I was down injured after just playing for few minutes. This time around I wore my temporary jersey with number 4 on my back. Was that an omen? I never believed anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chasing the ball with full throttle, I was going to tackle him but someone hit me from behind and I fell. Oh no, I used both my hands to protect my body but it was not the right thing to do. Aaarrgghh....my left wrist! It was deformed! It was really awful though I felt just little pain. Off I went to see the clinic nearby and the doctor said I needed to go to hospital. Nice uncles also from my football club helped me to drive and brought me home. Grandma was shocked and I was scolded for some time. Then my uncle brought the all of us to Damansara Specialist Hospital and the doctor was Dr. Gan Eng Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accident should be around 6 and I was admitted almost 7 something and went in to operation room at 9. Done at 9.45 and spent a night in the freaking cold hospital. Cool, I had 4 hooks on the wrist and heavily bandaged for 5 weeks. What's best was the almost 9k operation and follow-ups costs. Sorry mum and dad for burning a hole in the pocket, I will surely study hard and pay back. I know the money is for the vacation and I promise I will sponsor the both of you to many places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank everyone who helped me along the way, uncle and his family, family and friends. I really can't thank you guys enough. I also wanna thank my Dear for being supportive and cared lots of me. Love u really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally the hooks were taken out and signalled the end of my crazy and boring 5 weeks. But I still have to exercise my hand more or it won't move around smoothly. I'm scared. No more taxi! Woohoo! I can drive again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics and videos: (Not for faint-hearted LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0xm1DVvJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/v2JNiAmKgL4/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0xm1DVvJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/v2JNiAmKgL4/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232392885220261010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why I'm so weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0xnWt2zKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PQsyrpeMnSk/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1d8fbaede9618ede&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=670f24fa39d2b680&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/4865277048560551605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=4865277048560551605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/4865277048560551605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/4865277048560551605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-left-wrist.html' title='My Left Wrist'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0xm1DVvJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/v2JNiAmKgL4/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-1990229246121998993</id><published>2008-08-09T10:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:10:47.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 21st Birthday</title><content type='html'>Hello Ken, you are officially 21 now. You shall make your own decisions in your life and held liable for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a happy day, or two days, cos I managed to celebrate this wonderful event with many of my closest family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before my big day, my uncle brought me, mum, Sue and his family to Souled Out to celebrate. We thoroughly enjoyed the delicious food and of course, wines. It's a pity that my Dad chose not to come but I did not blame him. He had insomnia and it was extra tough for him to sleep at someone's house. My girlfriend actually texted him asking him to come but it did not work out hehe. Thanks Dear for your great effort. Anyway I still received his sms and it made me feel good too. Oh right, I got Da Jie's wishes too. Love you Dad and Da Jie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0FcFWL96I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ik9ciaKDy4Y/s1600-h/P6180192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0FcFWL96I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ik9ciaKDy4Y/s320/P6180192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232344322104096674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    A Very Nice Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0Fcc4jwKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RkBA6UJl7uo/s1600-h/P6180230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0Fcc4jwKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RkBA6UJl7uo/s320/P6180230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232344328422277282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me, Sue and Mum. Dad and Da Jie in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came my big day, I celebrated with my classmates at Albert's house. Thanks for the cards and the presents! Love them! Thanks everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0Gmak90sI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3q4gKE0druQ/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0Gmak90sI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3q4gKE0druQ/s320/DSC00675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232345599113548482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GUYS TEAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edward, Tuan Hui, Albert, Chongyi, Kok Foo, Boo Keat, Chin Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Birthday MAN and Yan Jian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0Gm5n1OrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9KOs2G45lVw/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0Gm5n1OrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9KOs2G45lVw/s320/DSC00676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232345607447067314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GALS TEAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Canny and Pau Ping with the Birthday MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0GnIu3YGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EfU10dTy0V4/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0GnIu3YGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EfU10dTy0V4/s320/DSC00681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232345611503100002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crossing My Fingers and WISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wish:&lt;/span&gt; I wanna be with my Dear forever&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Family's Fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;More Photos: &lt;a href="http://limszeyee.multiply.com/photos/album/2/Kens_21st_Bday" target="_blank"&gt;http://limszeyee.multiply.com/photos/album/2/Kens_21st_Bday&lt;/a&gt;  (Souled Out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I LOVE THE ALL OF YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-1990229246121998993?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/1990229246121998993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=1990229246121998993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1990229246121998993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1990229246121998993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-21st-birthday_09.html' title='My 21st Birthday'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SJ0FcFWL96I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ik9ciaKDy4Y/s72-c/P6180192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-8075922751212908916</id><published>2008-08-09T10:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:09:53.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Blogging</title><content type='html'>Since my left wrist is much more better after some grueling 5 weeks, I am officially back to work here now. Lots of things to blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My 21st Birthday&lt;br /&gt;2) My Left Wrist&lt;br /&gt;3) My Studies So Far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-8075922751212908916?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/8075922751212908916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=8075922751212908916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/8075922751212908916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/8075922751212908916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-blogging.html' title='Back Blogging'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-2240590931766668603</id><published>2008-07-07T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:54:59.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETTER TO LIVERPOOL FANS FROM LIAM'S FAMILY</title><content type='html'>Dear LFC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to thank the supporters of Liverpool Football Club for making my son's last few days with us happy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 17 he received a signed shirt along with other bits and bobs from your club after one of your fantastic fans got in touch. You offered for him to travel to Liverpool but he was too poorly to make the trip. When he received the shirt it was the first time I had seen him smile or seen his eyes shine in weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between your club and the fans you have supporting you, you made my son's last few weeks bearable and for that I am eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banner that was shown during the first leg of the Liverpool v Chelsea semi-final was the second time the smile and glint in his eye returned. Seeing him lying in bed wearing his precious shirt are memories we will carry with us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was barely with us for the second leg but he watched as much as he could. At the end, he said 'the best team lost'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam was diagnosed with Burkitt's disease (cancer) on February 21 and was in Newcastle RVI for intense chemotherapy. On March 28 we were told the treatment was working but then a week later we received the terrible news it had returned and there was nothing they could do. They gave him two weeks to live and he was with us for four. He passed away at 4pm on May 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a humble, brave and courageous 17-year old and I truly believe that along with his friends, family and his love of music, the signed shirt you sent gave him the strength to stay with us longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, although it's hard, I wanted to write this letter of thanks to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam said 'you only ever see the bad press about football and its fans but you never see this side, do you mum?' He's right. So, once again, thankyou from us all. A simple shirt made the world of difference to a young fan and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours forever grateful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie (mum), Reuben (dad) and Paige (sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken's thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;YNWA Liam Harker &amp;amp; Family.&lt;br /&gt;Briliant Liverpool fans, keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SHItzQkRdsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cMJxS8nzxz4/s1600-h/photo-0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SHItzQkRdsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cMJxS8nzxz4/s320/photo-0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220285276719511234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All credits to Liverpoolfc.tv (http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/news/drilldown/N160420080707-0858.htm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-2240590931766668603?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/2240590931766668603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=2240590931766668603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2240590931766668603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2240590931766668603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/07/letter-to-liverpool-fans-from-liams.html' title='LETTER TO LIVERPOOL FANS FROM LIAM&apos;S FAMILY'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SHItzQkRdsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cMJxS8nzxz4/s72-c/photo-0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-9008462588413091061</id><published>2008-07-06T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:59:17.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>My left wrist is fractured and I am doing all work mostly with my right hand. Furthermore assignment's deadline and tests are just around in the corner so I officially announce this blog will go hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, be warned, I WILL BE BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-9008462588413091061?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/9008462588413091061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=9008462588413091061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/9008462588413091061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/9008462588413091061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-8561358915252388094</id><published>2008-06-25T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:30:38.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>Went to Popular Bookstore at 1 Utama today, looking to spend my RM90 voucher (RM30 from Sue and the rest from Yan Jian, Kheng Kim and Wei Sin as my 21st birthday present). I was spoiled with many choices, from opera songs, classical music and few books like Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, The Boy Who Talks to Ghosts and the list goes on forever. However there were few books that I could use the Popular member card to get cheaper ones so I opted for those books that were fixed price. Furthermore, I could download any music I wanted, buying cds nowadays were not too worthy (some excluded).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the Top 10 Hottest Books and this one, P.S I Love You from Cecila Adhern was on the top. Usually I rejected any romance novels but this time around I did not know why I picked it up. Perhaps She is the reason. I believed I made a good choice cos there would a movie of this coming. I was looking forward to it actually, haha. Maybe I could pick up a few tactics or two LOL. But then, She had this book as well, not working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I spent RM1.90 on this book only, for I spent RM30 voucher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SGJb2z0a9YI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LuxgcIixT3Y/s1600-h/ps-i-love-you1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SGJb2z0a9YI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LuxgcIixT3Y/s320/ps-i-love-you1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215832315629598082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"Holly is a young Irish woman has just lost her husband. She struggles with what to do with her life now that the love of her life is gone. She struggles to get up each morning. She doesn't leave the house anymore or talk to her family and friends. Her mother calls one day to tell her that she has a package and needs to pick up. Holly gets it and realizes that it contains letters from her husband that he wrote before he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 10 letters each containing some instruction on what to do nowthat he is gone. She is only allowed to read one letter a month and each one comes with instructions about what to do now that he is gone. These are things she wouldn't have done if he were still alive, but because they are from him she abides by his wishes. All the while she realizes that even though he is gone he is still with her in spirit and she must go on with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly finds a job, meets new people and trys to keep life normal. She goes out partying with friends and goes on vacation. She wrestles with the possiblity of starting a new romance. All the while trying to stay true to her husband. In the end she realizes life does go on. Her husband wants her to be an independent lover of life. He wouldn't be disappointed if she went on to be happy without him."&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quoted from http://www.allreaders.com/topics/Info_30371.asp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I dunno why I never posted any movie that I have watched on my blog. Should be doing this next time xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-8561358915252388094?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/8561358915252388094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=8561358915252388094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/8561358915252388094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/8561358915252388094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I Love You'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SGJb2z0a9YI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LuxgcIixT3Y/s72-c/ps-i-love-you1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-157434671517715222</id><published>2008-06-23T08:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:32:29.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Defense</title><content type='html'>I am often seen as a dirty player ever since I played here at Sunway SPK but totally not in my good old times cos Ong Yong Tat holds that honour haha. I am accused of grabbing, pushing, high boots and tackling on people by Uncle Kenny. What the hell, Uncle Kenny must see how Mr Ong plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree that on grabbing and agree on the rest. I am only pushing only when the opponents are just shoulder by shoulder and using all my body strengths to get the ball square and fair. I never bang them and make them falling apart cos that's a foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High boots, yes sometimes it might get a little too high but I have not kicked on someone's chest or head so far in my games. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile tackling to regain possession is a good fine line between successful and failure. This is what I am going to say in this very post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot understand why dribbling is always considered the beauty of the game and tackles are not by many people. In fact I think tackling is harder to do cos perfect dribbling needs only body strengths and good footwork. Even FIFA do that by awarding the Player of the Year awards to mostly midfielders and strikers, and overlooking defenders most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am aggressive because I have the winning mentality, just that I do not score goals. My job is to defend and win every ball back in order to give my teammates a chance to attack. How are you going to score if you have the opponents keep attacking and you don't even have the ball under your feet? If you can name me any defensive players that is unaggressive I will stop playing football. I have never done anything that breaking leg so stop saying me playing dirty. I am no Roy Keane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda the thinnest of all and yet I am accused being rough. Your huge body can simply shield the ball and then get away from me. If you were running too slow or the ball is getting away, I just try my very best to clear it or regain possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on this is a man's game! Play like a man. Bruises or bleeding, so what? I have to say that the football quality around me is quite low. I enjoy a lot playing with UUFC and with Malay and Indian adults cos they were very competitive. The last time I played with Jabil employees they were top class and I was a noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's rough? For example, loser like Roy Keane that kept injuring people (for once he ended a player's career) and profanities was all he knew is the answer. Otherwise it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to say I am very good cos I had been on the losing side many times and I am still learning the game. I am just determined to win games and have a lot of passion about football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh between I am a Malaysian. Football is totally a mess here and that's a real shame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-157434671517715222?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/157434671517715222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=157434671517715222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/157434671517715222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/157434671517715222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-often-seen-as-dirty-player-ever.html' title='The Art of Defense'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-7598600108005131199</id><published>2008-06-22T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:50:26.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dislike Some People</title><content type='html'>There are a few people around me that I am really upset with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a certain person, please change your opinions on friendship, I almost cannot bear that anymore. Your reasons for not photocopying books and lent me notes made me really upset, and I think one more person too. Please don't think friends are someones that are trying to use you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a word to a big guy, I can take criticisms about my football but all I have from you are all bad ones like I am so useless. It's like you are a professional. If you were trying to get into my family do something that makes everyone happy, my mum and I are not on your side in fact. If I am given the chance I am going to hack your team down on the pitch next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to a guy, please get a life. Complaining whole day long does not change anything. Chase the girl if you liked her so much. My ears have suffered a lot. Some people might think you are funny but not in my case. However, since you are so kind to everybody so i still can bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly there is one more person but I still can accept it anyway cos she simply deleted my comment on her blog. I posted my opinion about the movie and do you really have to do it? I was not being harsh or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my freedom of blogging. Do not question it, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-7598600108005131199?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/7598600108005131199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=7598600108005131199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/7598600108005131199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/7598600108005131199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dislike-some-people.html' title='I Dislike Some People'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-62801839567673497</id><published>2008-06-22T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:31:46.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Game For SSPK United, Against Taman Maluri</title><content type='html'>After such an incredible day followed with my first competitive game after such a long time. I think my last game was the futsal tournament with Utopia United Football Club at Mak Mandin, Penang on 2004 or 2005 so it was a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to the point. At first I was really disappointed that I was left on the bench (thanks to Uncle Kenny)but then someone did not turn up so I filled up the slot instead. I played on the left back which was my position back in the times with UUFC. Our opponent is from Taman Maluri and we were the host. And so the friendly match started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the very first minute I knew were going to thrash them unless miracle happened. They could not keep the possession at all and they could not even make it to our own half. Uncle Kenny then striked at goal with a real drive and joy appeared on his face. Neo Ray Lim added another one no long after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going up and down on the left and sometimes in the penalty box. One of their defenders half cleared the ball with his head and it was coming to my direction. "This is my moment" my head was thinking. I was standing on the edge of the penalty box and it was so crowded inside. I was never a good striker especially with my foot so I used my head instead. Bang! It went into the right bottom corner, the keeper had no chance at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were leading 4-0 and all of the first team players were subbed with the Under-18 team and the opponent was still with their main players. We ended winning 8-2 in the end. I had to say Taman Maluri players were simply bad on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice goal and a nice game. The goal was dedicated for you dear. Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-62801839567673497?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/62801839567673497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=62801839567673497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/62801839567673497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/62801839567673497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-game-for-sspk-united-against.html' title='First Game For SSPK United, Against Taman Maluri'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-4712891741155696755</id><published>2008-06-22T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:59:41.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauspicious 13.6.2008?</title><content type='html'>Would you assume 13.6.2008 which falls on Friday, an inauspicious day? In fact, that day has lesser accidents than any other day cos people will be more aware on the road. However, this very day is both auspicious and inauspicious in my case. How crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days before that day, my beloved boots were dead cos they were totally broken or open mouth already. So I splashed two hundred bucks on the new Adidas boots on that "special" day and yes, I was over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that evening I tried my new boots and as expected, my performance was not good at all. I missed the ball many times and passed the wrong ball. Every footballer needs time to cope with his/her new boots in order to become one haha.  But it is really true, once you are comfortable with your boots you will play much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the disaster striked. I was chasing Uncle Kenny at full acceleration and there was no way to stop him, he scored. I tried to slow down but I did not aware the post was so near to me and bang! Luckily I turned around my head in time and it hit my jaw. Aww it as really painful and I lost a few drops of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, it summed up what a day for me. Thank you God I love you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-4712891741155696755?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/4712891741155696755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=4712891741155696755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/4712891741155696755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/4712891741155696755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/inauspicious-1362008.html' title='Inauspicious 13.6.2008?'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-5823407341356665783</id><published>2008-06-08T23:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:04:04.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain of Sunway SPK United!</title><content type='html'>I've been living with my uncle and his family at Sunway SPK, Damansara and I often play football at the pitch here. When I started playing there were only me and my cousin Yuan Shen. Then more and more people joining us. However I left to Penang for industrial training for 5 months. Yuan Shen told me there were many good players playing there during that time and I was so relished to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am back and have been playing for a while now and what Yuan Shen said was true. Uncle Kenny, who I have played with for a few months, is a nice lad to play with and he is so into football. He even forms a football team for Sunway SPK (with him being not the resident LOL) when I back to Petaling Jaya and makes me the captain. I think it is because he rates me quite highly in my defensive qualities and aggressiveness. He took a RM20k+ camera just like the pros using and snaps the photos in high quality. What a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's best is that he makes us an official website for us! Here's the link: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://sspkutd.dyndns.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Kenny!!! I hate Manchester United la, faster change the logo please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal page: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://sspkutd.dyndns.org/Players&amp;amp;Staff/KenLim/kenlim.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have an armband to wear. Please Uncle Kenny, get me one! My girlfriend sounds very happy for me. Love you darling. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEwAj1Y73ZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/83-uKfTkzMk/s1600-h/_MG_9020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEwAj1Y73ZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/83-uKfTkzMk/s320/_MG_9020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209539484587908498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE CAPTAIN OF SSPK UNITED! REJOICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19350851-5823407341356665783?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/5823407341356665783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=5823407341356665783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5823407341356665783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5823407341356665783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/captain-of-sunway-spk-united.html' title='Captain of Sunway SPK United!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEwAj1Y73ZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/83-uKfTkzMk/s72-c/_MG_9020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-7236725326213199215</id><published>2008-06-08T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:34:06.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro 2008 Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEv7pNQ8g1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/DpFGnoVQmig/s1600-h/euro2008_logo%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEv7pNQ8g1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/DpFGnoVQmig/s320/euro2008_logo%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209534079338054482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euro 2008 started yesterday on 7th June. I support Spain mainly cos England are out of the tournament and Liverpool have four players on duty with the former team, namely Jose Manuel Reina, Alvaro Arbeloa, Xabi Alonso and Fernando Torres. Torres is one of the "Man to Watch" of this tournament and hopefully he can score a bag of goals. I believe he can do it cos even ex-Red Milan Baros of Czech Republic could do it on the last tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go go Spain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-7236725326213199215?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/7236725326213199215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=7236725326213199215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/7236725326213199215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/7236725326213199215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/euro-2008-mania.html' title='Euro 2008 Mania'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEv7pNQ8g1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/DpFGnoVQmig/s72-c/euro2008_logo%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-8501566426740941481</id><published>2008-06-08T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:30:42.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overacted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SFBuJwqx8kI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XU7vRtvkwUE/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SFBuJwqx8kI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XU7vRtvkwUE/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210785882829877826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Please click on the picture for larger views)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lek Chay Tong, you don't have to do this right? It's normal to have a girlfriend and why are you so overacted? I will tell you when the time is right.Haha. Between, no one seems to bother me with questions, meaning nobody cares about you on MSN. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-8501566426740941481?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/8501566426740941481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=8501566426740941481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/8501566426740941481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/8501566426740941481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/overacted.html' title='Overacted'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SFBuJwqx8kI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XU7vRtvkwUE/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-6184377525760290236</id><published>2008-06-08T22:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:27:32.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEv4CXgvXNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7xRF1UvoPgk/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEv4CXgvXNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7xRF1UvoPgk/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209530113538874578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Please click on the picture for larger views)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/home/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/home/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/home/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/home/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/home/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;This was what I've got for my industrial training result on the first week of the semester (sorry for not updating it). It's a huge surprise cos I never expected it and I only hoped for B or B+. The reasons were because my report was the shortest that I knew among my friends and my not-so-excellent evaluation form from my supervisor, Ms. Wan Ilham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My report was only around 45 pages and there were people wrote around a hundred. I wrote a lot of junks and used my imagination (you know what I mean, I worked a lot of junks) to write my report. Pauping scolded me why I written so less but she said maybe I could write so lesless cos my English was good and I did not need to write so many pages with junks (think again Paupau). Furthermore, Ms. Ilham gave me "Good" and a very nice comment in the evaluation but seriously I did not think they were enough to get an "A".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how many times you can score 4.000 GPA in a semester? This is the one and only chance. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a huge surprise. Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-6184377525760290236?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/6184377525760290236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=6184377525760290236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/6184377525760290236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/6184377525760290236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-surprise.html' title='What A Surprise!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEv4CXgvXNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7xRF1UvoPgk/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-1114408791993941033</id><published>2008-06-05T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:58:52.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bringing Sexy Voice!</title><content type='html'>Last week a female friend told me that both she and her cousin thought that my voice was sexy years ago. Actually they were my net friends but we met at Pacific in Penang years ago. My first thought when she told me was that "Ok so now u meet me and I wasn't sexy at all!" LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For unknown reason, I got so happy...maybe it's simply too few people saying good things about me. =P This is hugely PERASAN! Haahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually told this to my sisters and my girl and their responses were so discouraging..LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eldest sister: She definitely wants something from u so be careful. =P (I told her maybe that gal tried to court me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder sister: What?! Your voice is sexy? Don't make me faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girl: I think you sound more like a gangster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Thanks y'all for such honest answers. Now I am jumping into the sea. LoL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-1114408791993941033?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/1114408791993941033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=1114408791993941033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1114408791993941033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1114408791993941033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-bringing-sexy-voice.html' title='I&apos;m Bringing Sexy Voice!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-5456296465816221847</id><published>2008-06-04T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:19:38.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Ever Summon</title><content type='html'>I went to Section 14 or Digital Mall there to pay the university fee at Public Bank which was nearby. I parked my car and left to the bank along with Yan Jian, Kheng Kim, Chongyi and Wei Sin. When I got back after a mere 25 minutes or so, I was victimized. Only after that I realized I had to pay the parking fees in that area and RM100 shall soon fly away, perhaps haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-5456296465816221847?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/5456296465816221847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=5456296465816221847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5456296465816221847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5456296465816221847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-ever-summon.html' title='My First Ever Summon'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-2088927466120316821</id><published>2008-06-04T22:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:12:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midvalley On 29 May 2008</title><content type='html'>There was a 5 hours break until the next class so I went to Midvalley with friends last Thursday. I brought along Kok Foo and Chongyi while Yan Jian brought the rest. I was not so sure about the directions and I turned into the wrong way and I was in Bangsar. With the help of Kok Foo, Chongyi and a nice Malay guy in the petrol station, I managed to get back to our destination anyway. Phew! Thanks man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEapbh9660I/AAAAAAAAAEc/GdFozNEGuJg/s1600-h/1_499789863l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEapbh9660I/AAAAAAAAAEc/GdFozNEGuJg/s320/1_499789863l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208036309540203330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chongyi, Albert, Me, Paupau and Canny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEapbDpXnzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YDkK3q56TmQ/s1600-h/1_324541962l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEapbDpXnzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YDkK3q56TmQ/s320/1_324541962l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208036301400940338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Canny, Paupau, Albert, Me, Kok Foo and Chongyi (This photo is taken by an Ang Moh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEyDEaXZxzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LL5FIL0zXy4/s1600-h/DSCN1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEyDEaXZxzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LL5FIL0zXy4/s320/DSCN1283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209682980781016882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't do it Albert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEapbdGsDdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_-oNlyg1MXA/s1600-h/1_455900637l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEapbdGsDdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_-oNlyg1MXA/s320/1_455900637l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208036308234800594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's me with Kok Foo and Chongyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-2088927466120316821?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/2088927466120316821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=2088927466120316821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2088927466120316821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2088927466120316821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/midvalley-on-29-may-2008.html' title='Midvalley On 29 May 2008'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SEapbh9660I/AAAAAAAAAEc/GdFozNEGuJg/s72-c/1_499789863l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-5623750776730893031</id><published>2008-06-04T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:56:28.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrol Now Priced RM2.70/litre!</title><content type='html'>Malaysia Prime Minister Abdullah Ahmad Badawai has confirmed that the petrol will raise from RM1.92 to RM2.70 or 40% increment. What a good move from Barisan Nasional after their humiliating lost during the General Election early this year. I understand if they had to do since the petrol is getting expensive each day but 40% is simply too ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a petrol station nearby my uncle's house and the station is closed! Bad tactic! Are they storing petrol so that they can earn more from tomorrow onwards? Hate it hate it hate it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new price of RM2.70 ringgit did not reflect the full market value, which could be as high as 3.00-4.00 ringgit when the price controls are completely removed in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone faster invents new and cheap car without using petrol and he is going to be the richest man on Earth! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-5623750776730893031?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/5623750776730893031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=5623750776730893031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5623750776730893031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5623750776730893031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/petrol-now-priced-rm270litre.html' title='Petrol Now Priced RM2.70/litre!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-1519020027195684108</id><published>2008-06-04T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:33:42.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 21st Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is not exactly my birthday but my another half's and her present is me! Haha! Wish that our love will last forever. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just happy as her as if today was my own birthday. Though I could not celebrating this meaningful day with her but deep down in our hearts, that we are so close to each other. I am very confident of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u dear and happy birthday! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-1519020027195684108?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/1519020027195684108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=1519020027195684108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1519020027195684108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1519020027195684108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-21st-birthday.html' title='My 21st Birthday'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-7420061813036433655</id><published>2008-06-02T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T09:32:44.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month And Stil Going...Hopefully.</title><content type='html'>As the title said, it has been a month (yesterday precisely) since me and her together. Though we had countless of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quarrels but we patched up anyway. She told me yesterday that she felt hard satisfying me and finished. What am I gonna do? I have absolutely no idea what was she talking about. However I left her studying cos the exam was the next day and I did not want to put any more pressure on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Everytime she starts ignoring me I feel extremely hurt. I really appreciate this relationship and I know she loves me too. God please help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-7420061813036433655?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/7420061813036433655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=7420061813036433655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/7420061813036433655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/7420061813036433655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-month-and-stil-goinghopefully.html' title='One Month And Stil Going...Hopefully.'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-5378118793221933860</id><published>2008-05-29T22:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:08:55.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Utama On 28th May 2008</title><content type='html'>This is the first week of the new semester and there is pretty much nothing to do. I am drop dead bored cos it is only me and uncle in the house, others went back to Penang for holiday already. I have to feed the pets and washing away their droppings. Eeuuww!!! That is the first time I'm doing such thing. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on this day, I invited Kok Foo and Yan Jian to hang out at 1 Utama and we meet Chongyi there. Chongyi has so many so called "sad stories" because he is rejected by his crush. His intention to go 1U is to meet his crush, not us. Hehe. Wherever he goes he said he had a sad story at that particular place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my real intention is to check out whether the new Liverpool jersey is in stores. And the answer is YES! Yippie! The new jerseys only released officially on 23rd May and I can't believe my luck! That is my third Liverpool jersey now. Sorry but I only buy home kits so I can feel the roars of Anfield. Haha. RM259.90? Excuse me, Liverpool jerseys are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7XEHA5CdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uh62t-fMzuI/s1600-h/kit-med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7XEHA5CdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uh62t-fMzuI/s320/kit-med.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205834684889106898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7Y1XA5ClI/AAAAAAAAAD8/L9Om49EQw2I/s1600-h/header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7Y1XA5ClI/AAAAAAAAAD8/L9Om49EQw2I/s320/header.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205836630509292114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7XyXA5CeI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKITr-MyjhM/s1600-h/lfcdirect_newkit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7XyXA5CeI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKITr-MyjhM/s320/lfcdirect_newkit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205835479458056674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEVEN GERRARD I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we go to the ground floor to check out a function called Movie Carnival. Chongyi gone wild when he saw the superheroes like Spiderman, Cicakman (hero are you sure?), Hellboy and Alien with Predator. Chongyi nags us to take photo with them and all of us shake our heads. Ultimately I surrender and up we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7XynA5CfI/AAAAAAAAADM/Rghz7YWPdCE/s1600-h/28052008410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7XynA5CfI/AAAAAAAAADM/Rghz7YWPdCE/s320/28052008410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205835483753023986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Superheroes: Spidey, Ken, Chongyi, Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7Xy3A5CgI/AAAAAAAAADU/m5NBBZy1-d0/s1600-h/28052008411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7Xy3A5CgI/AAAAAAAAADU/m5NBBZy1-d0/s320/28052008411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205835488047991298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Predator on the left, Alien on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Photo session ends. Chongyi leaves and I wanna do so but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7XzXA5ChI/AAAAAAAAADc/djw3dhizJrU/s1600-h/28052008412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7XzXA5ChI/AAAAAAAAADc/djw3dhizJrU/s320/28052008412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205835496637925906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;they two don't want to let me go. They grab me and choke me! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Help!" I muttered. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After that we are leaving. Chongyi is leading the way with Kok Foo, Me and Yan Jian following respectively. We notice there is a cameraman and crews just beside, passing us by. Suddenly the host grabs Yan Jian's shoulders and starts interviewing him, in Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host        : Hi handsome one, please come over here. Do you know what is this channel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(The host lifts up the mic to let him see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yan Jian : Kah Kah Kah...... Sorry my Cantonese is bad. Can I speak in Mandarin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host          : Sure. I will ask you in Cantonese and you answer in Mandarin. Is that okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Jian : Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host          : So what is the channel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Jian : Kah... (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The host points to a crew whispering) Kah Yu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host          : Yes that's it! Do you know a movie called Merry Go Round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Jian: Yes, I saw it a sign somewhere around here. (Die also wanna speak in Cantonese yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host         : Uhm.. Do you think I am pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Jian: Yes you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host        : Thanks! Here's two tickets for you. Thanks again handsome one! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Jian: Thanks! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we find out that that Kah Yu is a channel from Hong Kong and the pretty host is Mary. Kah Yu is on Astro as well!  Channel 304 everyone!!! The tickets are for Vincy's concert at Arena of Stars, Genting on 31st May. Lucky Yan Jian! Kok Foo jokes the three of us should walk around behind them and do some funny pose and get into TV. Hahaha.&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/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7XznA5CiI/AAAAAAAAADk/n3-Df0L3g9Y/s1600-h/DSC04397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7XznA5CiI/AAAAAAAAADk/n3-Df0L3g9Y/s320/DSC04397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205835500932893218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Angle 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7hr3A5CmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SAN07Zii6Zc/s1600-h/28052008413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7hr3A5CmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SAN07Zii6Zc/s320/28052008413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205846362905184866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Angle 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we leave after what an eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/19350851-5378118793221933860?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/5378118793221933860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=5378118793221933860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5378118793221933860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/5378118793221933860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/05/1-utama-on-28th-may-2008.html' title='1 Utama On 28th May 2008'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SD7XEHA5CdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uh62t-fMzuI/s72-c/kit-med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-1304944884130483216</id><published>2008-05-26T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:43:27.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 3 Semester 1</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! I have been promoted to Year 3 and today marks the new semester. I am so glad to meet the old pals. They are mostly still the same except two people that I noticed - Canny and Paupau. Both of them have curly hairs, like me! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to concentrate hard on the class but I almost break down during the third class. It is simply drop dead boring. The subject is about Java Programming and the lecturer keeps comparing it with C language. Come on Ma'am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the first day is okay except a few let downs. This is expected due to some problems happened between friends. I am a little upset and I sincerely hope they can patch up. Another big let down is why the hell today is raining when I am on my way home? I got so wet laaaa........ =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-1304944884130483216?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/1304944884130483216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=1304944884130483216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1304944884130483216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/1304944884130483216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/05/year-3-semester-1.html' title='Year 3 Semester 1'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-2917836546920869432</id><published>2008-05-25T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:00:56.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to University!</title><content type='html'>Yesssss!!! Finally I am back to my old lifestyle again - studying! Studying &gt; Working =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken, it is time to strike. Strike your targets. Blow them! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-2917836546920869432?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/2917836546920869432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=2917836546920869432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2917836546920869432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2917836546920869432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-university.html' title='Back to University!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-8093676331215360481</id><published>2008-05-23T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T01:26:40.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Study</title><content type='html'>It is time to go back to university after the end of my industrial training and a brief holidays. I just wanna say that I miss you all in Penang and the good food too. Haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, i will study hard and reach my goal. The training told me I had to study harder or I would down and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-8093676331215360481?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/8093676331215360481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=8093676331215360481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/8093676331215360481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/8093676331215360481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-study.html' title='Back to Study'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-4861738410475175725</id><published>2008-05-21T03:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T03:23:10.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Police Station Is No Clinic!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I made a call, wanting to make an appointment with a dentist for scaling treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Hello. Ini xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (My Malay is bad enough so I dunno what the hell is she talking about! I dun care anyway so I continue.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken: Saya mau err...... I want to make an appointment. (As you can see, bad Malay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Hello Dik! Ini balai polis lah! (Should be the police station in my area)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken: Oh sorry sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hung)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I did not call the wrong number. Maybe some technical mistake from Telekom Malaysia. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-4861738410475175725?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/4861738410475175725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=4861738410475175725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/4861738410475175725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/4861738410475175725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/05/police-station-is-no-clinic.html' title='Police Station Is No Clinic!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-7918375329835506347</id><published>2008-05-12T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T01:09:31.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken Lee</title><content type='html'>Yes, everyone knows I am Ken but my surname has and always been Lim. For some reasons, everyone started calling me Ken Lee, especially Ng Huay Lyn and Cheong Ai Ling, during my time in Jabil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason shall be revealed. Play the video below please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e17d4bed09e5b59" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e17d4bed09e5b59%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329866033%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AC9C891B0308289CA15B5597A669B99B00CAC42.51B199A337084E15DB5E8576FC1FBA820FDD149B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e17d4bed09e5b59%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR2aovPRNqShI5C-aCcJ1OMhm_3E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e17d4bed09e5b59%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329866033%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AC9C891B0308289CA15B5597A669B99B00CAC42.51B199A337084E15DB5E8576FC1FBA820FDD149B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e17d4bed09e5b59%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR2aovPRNqShI5C-aCcJ1OMhm_3E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ms. Cheong told me about this and she received a present for her birthday not long after. Read the sender's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCcnTGpiAfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VAbblBYvDd0/s1600-h/bday%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCcnTGpiAfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VAbblBYvDd0/s320/bday%2B016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199167503978332658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it was not me! But since then everyone started calling us the couple. I admit this Hobbit is a cute and nice girl but sorry. I already have a fantastic partner. Hahaha. I am sure I am not Ai Ling's type too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: The photo is the courtesy of Ai Ling's blog, www.alcheong.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;br /&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/19350851-7918375329835506347?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4e17d4bed09e5b59&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/7918375329835506347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=7918375329835506347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/7918375329835506347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/7918375329835506347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/05/ken-lee.html' title='Ken Lee'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCcnTGpiAfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VAbblBYvDd0/s72-c/bday%2B016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-2656448778715071626</id><published>2008-05-11T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:11:16.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Ten</title><content type='html'>Forgot to post it but thank God I remember to tell her that this is our tenth day  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-2656448778715071626?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/2656448778715071626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=2656448778715071626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2656448778715071626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2656448778715071626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-ten.html' title='Perfect Ten'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-8486573688860895985</id><published>2008-05-11T18:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:08:19.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Peter Crouch! =P</title><content type='html'>I have friends calling me Peter Crouch, a Liverpool Football Club footballer, due to my figure. Even though I am not that extraordinary tall, but I am extraordinary thin. Hahaha. My friends even asked me to do the robot-dance if I scored and I did. Lol. I am actually a big fan of his, too bad he is going out of Anfield soon most probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how tall he is. He is 6 ft 7 in tall and  12st 6. Seriously underweight, maybe that is why I am referred to him. =S I just wanna be as good as him at least or have the money he has. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCbmD2piAZI/AAAAAAAAACE/mMaXl_l0aIg/s1600-h/crouch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCbmD2piAZI/AAAAAAAAACE/mMaXl_l0aIg/s320/crouch1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199095773729522066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCbmOmpiAaI/AAAAAAAAACM/z38gg9KUtNo/s1600-h/crouch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCbmOmpiAaI/AAAAAAAAACM/z38gg9KUtNo/s320/crouch2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199095958413115810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! Even Cristiano Ronaldo is so scared of me! Erm.. Crouchy! Get lost Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCbmXWpiAbI/AAAAAAAAACU/GAq-s4ut9eo/s1600-h/crouch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCbmXWpiAbI/AAAAAAAAACU/GAq-s4ut9eo/s320/crouch3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199096108736971186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCbnX2piAcI/AAAAAAAAACc/b5cde3wB0ck/s1600-h/crouch4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCbnX2piAcI/AAAAAAAAACc/b5cde3wB0ck/s320/crouch4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199097216838533570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never listen to Cristiano. He is such a jerk. Good he may be,  but he is so arrogant and his off pitch behaviours are so terrible. Just act like a down syndrome kid when talking to him if you did not want to get influenced by the bad boy. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crouchy, if you ever left Liverpool, my support will always be with you. I will always remember your Robo-Kop (robot dance) goal celebration. Good luck lad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCbpW2piAdI/AAAAAAAAACk/Fas57hexVM0/s1600-h/TheCrouch.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8ad0e7fe96ddacb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08ad0e7fe96ddacb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329866033%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B390C2A75730A51D7CD4A029B39ED9CE091E2A3.250C5F6A858C9692326265AAC12B507F71BA9ED6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ad0e7fe96ddacb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiNU4AeVhdznaQzFZM7U5sBY2Qwo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08ad0e7fe96ddacb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329866033%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B390C2A75730A51D7CD4A029B39ED9CE091E2A3.250C5F6A858C9692326265AAC12B507F71BA9ED6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ad0e7fe96ddacb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiNU4AeVhdznaQzFZM7U5sBY2Qwo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: To know more about Crouchy, read his autobiography ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCbvoGpiAeI/AAAAAAAAACs/TqkZtxNze5w/s1600-h/crouch+book.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCbvoGpiAeI/AAAAAAAAACs/TqkZtxNze5w/s320/crouch+book.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199106292104430050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-8486573688860895985?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8ad0e7fe96ddacb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/8486573688860895985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=8486573688860895985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/8486573688860895985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/8486573688860895985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-name-is-peter-crouch-p.html' title='My name is Peter Crouch! =P'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SCbmD2piAZI/AAAAAAAAACE/mMaXl_l0aIg/s72-c/crouch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-2190191902736377484</id><published>2008-05-08T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:14:06.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Feel For Jabil</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be my last day working at Jabil and I wish to comment on my industrial training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Industrial training can be a waste of time if the trainees or universities selected the wrong companies. For my case, I would say YES and NO. Haha. There is simply no way you totally love or hate your job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job as I get to know many people here, regardless of their races, religions and etc. I talk or crap with them much. I think my communication skills and English have improved too ;D Yesterday was the extreme case which I sat just beside two Jabil employees when watching Iron Man at Queensbay. One of them even recognised me, saying "Wow! Come to watch movie after working at Jabil ah?" I looked at him, scratching my head. Then he explained that I gave him smocks (part of the silly tasks really) before. That was so funny. I manage to learn something, though not much, related my studies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile what I hate about my job is some of the employees here. They like to order people like they are the bosses. The other thing is that some tasks are assigned at the very last minute and make you suffocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I think that this is still a good experience for me and might help me in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-2190191902736377484?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/2190191902736377484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=2190191902736377484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2190191902736377484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2190191902736377484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-feel-for-jabil.html' title='My Feel For Jabil'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-580191764554260126</id><published>2008-05-06T09:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:27:54.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tales of Two Liverpool Fans</title><content type='html'>I almost bursted into tears when I first read about Liam Harker's news before the first leg of Champions League Semi Final between Liverpool and Chelsea at Anfield. Reading his sad story reminds my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a fantastic trip to Singapore with my mom, along with my best friend and his mom, but it turned out to be one of the most painful experiences in my life. On the day 12 November 2002, I could have lost everything. It was 12.30pm and all of us were in a taxi going to Changi Airport to fetch our mothers' friend. Somehow the taxi driver made a ridiculous turn and suddenly all the cars are racing towards us on the highway. I did not have a good sleep the day before and I was very dizzy until my mom screamed so loudly. I was shocked and just as soon as my eyes are wide opened, BANG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat just behind the passenger's seat and the incoming car hit directly on me. The window was smashed and flying into pieces. All I could remember was the loud noise and nothing else. I was not dead or unconcious. I woke up and checking if everyone was okay. Phew, luckily everyone was okay except the car, I thought. My best friend Alan looked at me and he was very shocked. My mum was crying and kept asking me whether I was able to see anything while Alan's mum was calling the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... I was okay! Why were everyone so weird? Wait... I was wearing a white shirt and not red. Oh my God! My shirt was covered with my own blood! Fantastic, I almost fainted. At this time I thought I was going to say goodbye to this world. Just as Liam, I also wanted to ask my mum to burn me in the Liverpool shirt and put my ashes around Anfield. I did not say it out cos I was too shocked and afraid. I still remember that I was staring at the cars passing by. Hahaha. The ambulance arrived shortly and the paramedics were so annoying. They kept ordering me not to move to prevent unnecessary injuries but I was still able to walk or run anyway. They made me wearing like a robot and sent to the hospital nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor cut my expensive shirt away and they checked my everything. No serious injuries other than the glasses on my head. I was made waiting until a nurse came and clearing some of the glasses. The doctor came and injected anesthetic which was the most painful thing I ever experienced. One injection just beside my left eye and another one just beside my throat. I realized I could die with my throat being cut. Euww! My tears kept falling throughout the operation and suffered the coldness cos I was wearing nothing. I was sent to X-Ray on my head then back to patient room for rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there, with my bare skin exposed, freezing. I saw a patient a few metres beside me, it was an old man. All his family members were with him and I heard him breathing loudly. I did not think he could last the day. This experience was kind of scary really. I never see death before. I went to toilet later and I really wanted to bang my head. "Is that me? Is that really me?!" I kept asking myself. I could not recognise the person on the mirror. I went back to my bed and crying. The cute little boy suddenly looked worse than the Hunchback of Notre Dame.&lt;br /&gt;(perasan huh? =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never tell this to anyone. I was crying and singing "You'll Never Walk Alone" for many rounds until my mum, Alan and his mum, along with my cousin Chelsia came to see me. Chelsia bought me a shirt which I still keep it today. I was allowed to check out later and went home to rest. Later on that night, I woke up and even woke Alan up to watch Liverpool in Champions League clash against Basel, only to watch them lost. Sigh...The next day I could not get out from my bed. Perhaps this was the momentum of the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never say my pain is greater than anyone, especially Liam Harker's. I understand his pain but knowing you will die soon is not anybody can take. However, I believe he left this world without any regrets, having buried with his signed Liverpool shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam Harker, you are one of the best Liverpool supporters I have ever witnessed. YNWA and good night Liam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-580191764554260126?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/580191764554260126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=580191764554260126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/580191764554260126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/580191764554260126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/05/tales-of-two-liverpool-fans.html' title='The Tales of Two Liverpool Fans'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-3645647845707204708</id><published>2008-05-06T08:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:09:56.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Liam Harker, 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SB-vhzXB7uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HtFGUHTGXCA/s1600-h/liam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197065490266189538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SB-vhzXB7uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HtFGUHTGXCA/s320/liam2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SB-vhzXB7vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wAahZUnGav8/s1600-h/liam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197065490266189554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SB-vhzXB7vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wAahZUnGav8/s320/liam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SB-vhzXB7wI/AAAAAAAAABE/w0qcB1ctK0c/s1600-h/liamynwa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197065490266189570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SB-vhzXB7wI/AAAAAAAAABE/w0qcB1ctK0c/s320/liamynwa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SB-viDXB7xI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZI2Dl5jrSiA/s1600-h/photo-0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197065494561156882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SB-viDXB7xI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZI2Dl5jrSiA/s320/photo-0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liam, a passionate Liverpool supporter from Darlington, made the homepage of the official club website on April 18 after his plight came to the attention of club staff. It was on this day that he was presented with a shirt signed by his heroes just hours after doctors admitted there was nothing more they could do to save his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liam only found out he was suffering from stomach cancer six weeks before after he was admitted to the Royal Victoria Infirmary Hospital in Newcastle. After being treated with an intensive course of radiotherapy, Liam was told on April 3 that he had beaten the cancer as the tumour had started to shrink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things took a serious turn for the worse the following day when Liam became very ill however. X-Rays revealed that the cancer had not only returned, it had spread throughout his body. It was at this moment that his parents were told that more radiotherapy would only help prolong his life by a matter of weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liam was then told he had just two weeks left to live and was allowed home to die. Macmillan nurses were on hand round the clock to help him and his family at this incredibly difficult time. Upon arriving home, Liam's wish to his dad was to spend his final days in a shirt signed by the players he idolises. He also asked his dad to bury him in a Liverpool shirt when he dies as he's lived and breathed Liverpool Football Club all his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When news reached the club of Liam's plight, the youngster's dad was contacted and Liam was invited down to Melwood on Monday to not only pick up a signed shirt but also be taken on a tour of Melwood and meet not just the players but also Rafael Benitez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, Liam was advised by doctors that he wouldn't be able to make the trip to Liverpool due to his worsening condition as even short trips between his home and the hospital in Newcastle for radiotherapy sessions take too much out of the youngster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, while Liam couldn't make the trip to Melwood to pick up the shirt, one arrived special delivery at his home in the North East from Liverpool complete with the autographs of all his heroes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;News about Liam immediately touched a nerve with Reds fans everywhere and a plan was put into action to try and create a number of flags bearing Liam's name to showcase at the first leg of the Champions League semi-final against Chelsea at Anfield. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hope was that TV cameras would pick out the flags and Liam, if he was still alive, would see them at home on TV. Liam was alive and the TV cameras did show the flags. It was an incredibly moving moment for Liam, his family and friends and Reds fans everywhere who had taken the 17-year-old to their heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flags were then sent to Liam and adorned the walls of his room in time for the second leg of the semi-final at Stamford Bridge (see above). Liverpool lost that match but for Liam's family, a far greater loss occurred today (Monday). Liam's suffering is now over however and our thoughts - and those of Liverpool supporters everywhere - go out to his family and those who really knew this remarkable young man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In his final dying days, Liam Harker didn't walk alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Courtesy of LiverpoolFC.tv&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/19350851-3645647845707204708?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/3645647845707204708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=3645647845707204708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/3645647845707204708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/3645647845707204708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-liam-harker-17.html' title='For Liam Harker, 17'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SB-vhzXB7uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HtFGUHTGXCA/s72-c/liam2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-741602778382746395</id><published>2008-05-05T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:31:18.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Commitment</title><content type='html'>Finally, I went to hiking at Tokun yesterday after so many months. What made it even tough was I never really exercised since the start of my industrial training and that was four months! I had a tough experience yesterday cos I took more than three breaks which I usually only took once or twice. I spent all my strength ,with determination, to get to the top anyhow. I was very satisfied to be at the top after all the hardwork even though I had musclesache in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wish to state my commitment to my long distance relationship too. Hahaha. Steven Gerrard as you known to many (=P), you shall have no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: For your information, I am no gay. Thank you. I am still sick of my past gay experiences. =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-741602778382746395?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/741602778382746395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=741602778382746395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/741602778382746395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/741602778382746395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-of-commitment.html' title='A Day of Commitment'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-4883488923741479387</id><published>2008-05-02T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:46:26.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Never Walk Alone</title><content type='html'>Liverpool suffered from elimination in Champions League against Chelsea at Stamford Bridge on 4-3 aggregate. I was utterly disappointed with the result but it was a good effort from the Reds. Forcing the game to extra time after Fernando Torres equalized to make the tie 2-2 on aggregate. A penalty and a fine goal from Chelsea man sealed the win even though Liverpool clawed one back in the late of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask too much from Liverpool cos Stamford Bridge is a fortress and no team has beaten for four years. I still see positives from this season. We have got Fernando Torres, a fantastic striker, Ryan Babel, Lucas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leiva&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emiliano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Insua&lt;/span&gt; and Martin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Skrtel&lt;/span&gt; are certainly gems for the future. You'll Never Walk Alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2008 was such a memorable date. Probably I had eaten the "courageous medicine" and I went to confess to a girl. Oh my God. She said I was so straightforward until she did not know what to say. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I guess the old Ken is already gone, perhaps he has grown up! =P She accepted and I was in heaven. She is known as Steven Gerrard. ;) Both of us have faith that the relationship will last, even though we know it is going to be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still very bored in the office and blogging, youtube-ing and listening to music are my daily tasks. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-4883488923741479387?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/4883488923741479387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=4883488923741479387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/4883488923741479387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/4883488923741479387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/05/youll-never-walk-alone.html' title='You&apos;ll Never Walk Alone'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-7567634614982980093</id><published>2008-04-30T15:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:47:06.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring? Blog more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SBgrTTXB7pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rdrxKkPB0Ac/s1600-h/stevie+g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194949780786245266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SBgrTTXB7pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rdrxKkPB0Ac/s320/stevie+g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yaaawn..... I'm way too bored in the office so I simply blogging more and more. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I want to introduce a book: Steven Gerrard My Autobiography. It is a book for everyone, especially Liverpool fans. This book gives us an insight of the different side of him, letting us know more about his childhood stories, war behind-scenes and etc. This book does not cheap but worths every penny. It is one of my favourite books of all time. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Stevie G-alike who admits Stevie G is no cuter than HER, read this book so you will know yourself more. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-7567634614982980093?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/7567634614982980093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=7567634614982980093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/7567634614982980093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/7567634614982980093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/04/boring.html' title='Boring? Blog more!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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/_FaLIvlNbOfw/SBgrTTXB7pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rdrxKkPB0Ac/s72-c/stevie+g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-2310127190447061418</id><published>2008-04-30T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:14:43.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recalling Everything</title><content type='html'>Ok, the first one happened when I was still studying in TAR College. A female student was punished because she was late or something. The punishment was singing. And she sand Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I have graduated from TAR College during May 2007 with a low CGPA. Quite disappointing with it but still satisfied cos still able to pass all the subjects. Determined to achieve better results when further my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I am hugely disappointed because I wanted to study at TAR Colleage in Setapak but ended up at UTAR (Universiti Tunku Abdul Rahman), Petaling Jaya instead. It was because some bad cases happened and my mum just would not let me go there. Furthermore, when I was selected to go to Setapak for the debate finals on one weekened, which I rejected to go, a murder happened. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about the debate, I was actually quite interested to join and eventually I did. However it was already my second year and I could not cope with it. I was very tired everytime I back home and had no time to finish my work. So I quit after just a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, I won the Book Review Competition in 2006 (or 2007? I can't remember!) with the book titled Digital Fortress by Dan Brown. I have to admit that I was pretty surprised. I purposedly wearing my Liverpool jersey (old design, think of 2005 design) for the prize giving ceremony photo session. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, I am now studying in UTAR for my degree course and it was quite tough. Tough is because the long hours, though the first year seems still ok to me. All subjects are passed without any resit and an improved CGPA. My family looks very satisfied with my improvement. But I want more, I want to push for First Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixthly, I have joined Public Speaking workshop held by UTAR during my second semester. I am the only student from PD Block or Faculty of Information, Communication &amp;amp; Technology (FICT) who joined this program. I managed to meet many new friends from other faculties. Many handsome guys and pretty girls to see. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable this has gone to the seventh point, I am having industrial training now at Jabil in Bayan Lepas, Penang. My training is around 19 weeks and I suffered hell alot during my first two months stinct. My supervisor and manager are all nice person but I just could not stand with some colleagues here who always directed me to do this and that. Eventually I complained to my supervisor and I requested to change Employee Relations Section to Training &amp;amp; Development Section cos the latter offered me programming tasks.  Just six more working days to go and I am done with it! Woohoo!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-2310127190447061418?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/2310127190447061418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=2310127190447061418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2310127190447061418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/2310127190447061418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/04/recalling-everything.html' title='Recalling Everything'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-421585067152881489</id><published>2008-04-29T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:45:07.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Again</title><content type='html'>Hi all! After taking a long rest, I am back here again! Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I admit that I let laziness took over me and I have left so many interesting stories to share. Too bad. I will try to recall everything to share with you people. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for my upcoming posts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-421585067152881489?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/421585067152881489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=421585067152881489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/421585067152881489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/421585067152881489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogging-again.html' title='Blogging Again'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-116887890206326153</id><published>2007-01-16T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:35:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hamlet</title><content type='html'>I cannot accept this fact. I have just lost a friend about two hours that I thought that it would last. It is nobody’s mistake that lead to the tragedy that the impact is so hard for me to continue standing on. In fact, the whole friendship thing was shaky along the way to its end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know her through the Internet, friendster to be more accurate. We chatted sometimes and the first obstacle came. I said a word “cheap” continuously to indicate her action was childish and she interpreted it as I was saying her cheap instead. She hated me for some time but in the end, the friendship could be saved. Yet shockingly, when I thought it was all over, she mentioned it again just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mistake made me even more treasuring the 17-year-old gel. I talked to her a lot. I cared her as my own sister. I encouraged her to be stronger in her studies, especially in the times of SPM period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I was mean. My words were poison. She said I never cared her feelings. I admit I never made it all right because I am just an ordinary person who makes mistakes just as you. Perhaps she never really knew me, the real Kang Yi himself. He craps and teases his close friends (including her that I thought she was). But never exceed the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired saying sorry and calling her for countless times. I still do not understand why she just cannot accept my apologies. Is it a hurt too deep? I only said to she that she would come to me only when she was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it was the different world that we lived in. We were so much different in views. For example, I found Death Note was horrible, everything of TV series Smiley Pasta were terrible; she said she did not care the content, just wanted to see hunks, Smiley Pasta was so touching. And uhm, her weaker English compared to mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her message, she said it was wrong to treat me as a true friend and it was like a knife stabbing into my heart. Nonetheless, she said something about her status already having a boyfriend and he was far away and she could not talk to other guys. (Talk to other guys means betrayal?) How nonsense! The philosophy of hers was absolutely against mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me angry to a point that I lost my cool. I said all the bad things such as her princess-like attitude that she must stop and so on. The war or words started then. But in the end, I advised her nicely. It was something that I should take as  the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, nothing can be done to save the friendship. Much like the Hamlet of Shakespeare. Everyone suffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my point of view, she is conservative and I am open-minded. That might be why she never closes to other males. It is only my thought though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 23rd 2006, the day Kang Yi lost his treasured friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days ago, I voluntarily offer my hand to shake a new hand in the college bus and I did it thrice already. More will come. Can she ever do it? I do not know, nor I care much now as she to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-116887890206326153?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/116887890206326153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=116887890206326153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/116887890206326153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/116887890206326153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2007/01/hamlet.html' title='The Hamlet'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-114815333838899226</id><published>2006-05-21T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T02:11:07.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Programmes</title><content type='html'>This four-week holiday is considered long one since I left secondary education. I usually enjoyed err..or suffered around two weeks holidays and this is the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been playing games, watching dramas/animes, listening music, watching films and the list goes on and finally, the first vacation in my tertiary education finally came!  I left to Kuala Lumpur on late Thursday and home on Saturday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I did not entirely enjoyed the trip simply because I am not the person who liked walking walking and walking inside shoppig malls. I may be able running on the pitch for some time but I cannot hold for one second much longer walking without a purpose. Perhaps money can solve it all =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the trip. First of all, me and three friends suffered at Citidel. We arrived too early and could not checked in. It was hell waiting for time to pass by. Then I almost died eating roti canai which was so hard to chew. Then the long walk experience. Sean We, Zhenn Hsean, Wei Neng and I walked at four malls in K.L. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine walking from 10 am till 11.00 night? Both my legs were almost broken and waiting LRT to arrive to bring us back to hotel was so long. The public transportation in Malaysia left much to be desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was not cool having broken legs, having to get two novels were nice. The titles were "A Short History of Tractors In UKRAINIAN" by Marina Lewycka and "Across the Face of the World" written by Russel Krikpatrick. The later was acclaimed as the best since Tolkien so I hope I will enjoy it as much as I like Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings. It was the first of the trilogy and I only knew it after I unwrapped it. Now it is not cool. The first already so thick and I can't imagine to finish the second and the third. But then, I finally have some serious works in holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...the other cool thing in this trip was being able to have a look on pretty girls! =P Come on Penang girls! Don't lose out to them! Laugh out loud. Kidding kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday was FA Cup final at Cardiff and perhaps it would be the last time England's domestic competitions such as FA Cup and Carling Cup to be held there. The new Wembley is the place. Liverpool were managed to overcome West Ham by penalties after a thrilling 6 goals in 90 minutes after a goalless axtra time. The match was almost like the Champions League final at Istanbul last year. Gerrard's "dream goal" was fantastic as well as Reina's penalty saving ability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Wednesday's Champions League final at Paris' Stade de France stadium. Who would be the successor of holder Liverpool? It was the Catalans! They hit back two goals after Arsenal's Sol Campbell goal by Samuel Eto'o and Juliano Belletti. Arsenal had goalkeeper Jens Lehmann sent off after just 18 minutes. My friend Zhenn Hsean who was an Arsenal fan was heart broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean We, Zhenn Hsean and I watched the match live at the mamak store that I had a bad gay experience. This time, luckily, no problem. When it ended nearly at 5 am, we headed home. Hell it was raining so heavily! Thank god for not being scolded even though I told mom the time I back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the FA Cup final of domestic football. It was Pahang versus Perlis and it was a boring draw till the penalty shootout. The keepers and the penalty takers were just lousy compared to international players. It ended 4-2 or something whatever. I f&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep in the middle of the match and then went to online instead. I could not believe my eyes when I turned the tv on and the match was still going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lousy players then came the boring prize giving ceremony with the stupid cup. Unlike those European football, when they win something the ceremony is touching and ends in grand. Malaysian ones are nothing. No champagnes or anything. Then it was the cup. I had no idea totally who created that stupid damn thing. What was the reason putting the logos for each state on the cup? What's even dumb was the height and its weight. 90 cm in height and weighed 13 KG! It needed four men in black to present it to the captain. How dumb. Nothing left to say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there is only about a week left to college opens again and the result for my third semester is coming out soon...! Crossing my fingers hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-114815333838899226?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/114815333838899226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=114815333838899226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114815333838899226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114815333838899226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2006/05/holiday-programmes.html' title='Holiday Programmes'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-114718263253747874</id><published>2006-05-09T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T02:39:03.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新娘18岁</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5213/1913/1600/actors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5213/1913/320/actors.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling weird? Yes I think so! This is the first time I'm using Chinese for title in this very blog. Why? simply because I like it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the meaning for the title is 18-year-old bride, I do not mean I am getting married. That is the first Korean drama that I watched from the beginning till the end. I always have negative thoughts on Hong Kong, Japan, Korean and Taiwan dramas because a lot of them oriented love stories. I was getting tired so I only have a glimpse or never watch the dramas. And so, I always put my eyes glued on tv shows such as LOST, Smallville and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, Japan and Korean actors/actress are fine in my point of view but Taiwan actors/actress are so bad that I cannot bear it for a moment. I strongly suggest them to attend acting class before they shoot the series. While Hong Kong have good ones, but their young actors/actress still have a lot of work to do. Nevertheless, most of the scripts are also a pain in the ass. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this series is a exceptional one. Both the script and acting are good. I actually watched the series till midnight. It was like 5 a.m. in the morning, ahem! Well done 韩智慧, 李东健 and the team! I am enjoying it as well as its sound tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strongly suggest those handsome/pretty and yet unskilled, take some acting classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I recommend this drama to all of you because it is simply GREAAAT...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-114718263253747874?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/114718263253747874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=114718263253747874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114718263253747874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114718263253747874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2006/05/18.html' title='新娘18岁'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-114717988017628129</id><published>2006-05-09T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:38:25.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thought For the 05/06 EPL Season</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday was the day the English Premier League ended, with unsurprisingly the invincible Chelsea retained the title. Second was Manchester United with my team, Liverpool only a point drifting behind. The fourth slot for Champions League went to Arsenal with a dramatic win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool were clearly improving. They were fifth last season and they were behind champions Chelsea for about 37 points. This time, the points gap reduced to just nine. However, this could not reflect the real improvement because simply Chelsea won the title with still two games to go and they lost the them. Anyhow, Liverpool were surely tried hard to catch up and they did it well. I think they were just unlucky to claim the second place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Liverpool managed to get 82 points this season, their performances were very good. They were only one short of the most clean sheets in a season. I firmly believe they would equal the record because Liverpool still have a final game to play and that is the most famous cup in the world, the FA Cup, against West Ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, they just have to improve their goal scoring record, in my opinion. If they could solve the goal-shy problem then it would be great for the team and the supporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I would like to congratulate Arsenal for getting the final ticket to Champions League and their glorious record in their ground, Highbury. Emirates Stadium, they are going for the next season. Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-114717988017628129?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/114717988017628129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=114717988017628129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114717988017628129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114717988017628129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-thought-for-end-of-season.html' title='My Thought For the 05/06 EPL Season'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-114667642911483423</id><published>2006-05-04T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:13:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01-02-03-04-05-06 !!!</title><content type='html'>Let's start off with yesterday's morning jogging. It has been a long time since I really went for a jog. I went because Chay Tong wanted to keep fit and I had nothing to do. Furthermore, jogging was good for health so I agreed. Before I even jog, my both legs were already tired of three-football games-in-ten days. After the fifteen-minute jog, both of us were out of breath so we went home. Hey, it was a long way to jog!! When I was taking the shower..my goodness!!! Every inch of my muscles hurt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking my breakfast I went for a nap and the pain gone. Soon, I went to watch Mission Impossible III with Chay Tong at Pacific. After that, I took a nap again and later, the lost pain back again! It was so pain, even the testicles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or so, it was getting much better and gone. Hopefully I can cope with the almost-one month-jog with Chay Tong. Gambate! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01-02-03-04-05-06, it means 2006/05/04 01:02:03 The time was such beautiful. May our dream come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-114667642911483423?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/114667642911483423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=114667642911483423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114667642911483423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114667642911483423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2006/05/01-02-03-04-05-06.html' title='01-02-03-04-05-06 !!!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-114647357430697111</id><published>2006-05-01T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:19:13.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Times</title><content type='html'>Hmm... Let's start off with my footballing first okay? It has been a almost over a month since I played futsal with my UUFC friends. Then the first game was so horrible. I could not get into the game and completely out of sort. My both legs were so powerless and that meant only one thing, poor fitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, which was two days ago, I played against my good friend, Alan, along with his neighbours and it was an average performance. Getting better with my feet now but my passing and tackling were not up to standard. Today I played with UUFC again and the old self Ken was almost back. I feel more power in my feet now and a clearer mind. However, it was not a top notch standard yet. Guess that I did not exercise for a month was making me to the lowest point of my football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The another horrible thing was something not new already. I met it for twice already. I've been courting by men, Indians and a Malay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time was at Gurney Plaza. I was alone, on my way to the cinema and suddenly a Malay approached me and asked me whether I was alone and I said no. He disagreed because I was alone and he said he would like to company me! Oh my God! I declined him and he went away. He was a staff of the cinema. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time was yesterday at a mamak store. A mamak (Indian Muslim) was a friendly man and I did not think much. Suddenly he came to me and said "Wo Ai Ni" (I Love You in English). He smiled and asked what was the meaning. Only an idiot says the words and asks the meaning when he already knows. He went away and not long after, he came again and said that words again in Tamil. GOSH! Again, he said my stomach something, baby something and I did not understand. Neither my two friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the supper, both three of us went to wash our mouths and I saw he was looking, err, no...staring at me by the reflection by the mirror. Later, my friends told me that man who was around thirty years old staring at me going down the stairs. That man clearly looked on me only and no other else. Creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I have a lot of bad memories at mamak stalls or stores. I used to have a mamak who was so crazy. He tried to pull my short down! But then, he did this to a lot of people and I think he only tried to be funny or something. Hope he does not get smack. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a normal male and surely I am attracted to opposite sex. Leave me alone, homosexuals! I have no desire starring "Brokeback Mountain" !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-114647357430697111?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/114647357430697111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=114647357430697111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114647357430697111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114647357430697111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-times.html' title='Bad Times'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-114624463844265915</id><published>2006-04-29T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T02:40:38.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thought s For the End of First Year</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first day of holiday for the third semester. And that also meant that the exam was over. Guess what, the examination was still disappointing in my point of view. My intuition told me I would not going to do well. Sick of it really. But then, there was at least some improvement of my learning attitude... Nevertheless, it was still not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, the holiday lasts one month and that means only one thing, I am going to be crazy again. Boredom boredom and boredom! Hopefully I can make good use of my free time. My life is in disorder when it is holiday. Hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday too was the first day of me using my new pc. It was a brand new Pentium D with 2.66 Ghz. Though it was not the best one around but I guess it was quite up-to-date already. =) Aye! I can play computer games finally! My old pc was spoiled almost for a month and yes... no online or whatever with computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last! The truth is clear now. That damned sms that my friend accidentally sent to a girl's cousin (I mentioned it on the last few post before) had not being read because I added the wrong number into my mobile phone! Phew! But yet... why "the one" peeped on us [the Soi 4, Not Fab 4 =P] the day after the sms disaster? And now no more. It was kinda weird, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should go back gaming now. See Yaaaaaaaa.....!!! Vroommm!!! COngrats on M. Schumacher winning his first podium winning after it was like 16 races. And to Barcelona and Arsenal, great run to the Champions League final. Let us share the beauty of football in Paris!!! Woohoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-114624463844265915?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/114624463844265915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=114624463844265915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114624463844265915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114624463844265915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-thought-s-for-end-of-first-year.html' title='My Thought s For the End of First Year'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-114261981271611058</id><published>2006-03-18T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T02:27:59.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News &amp; Good News &amp; Confusion</title><content type='html'>Bad news always comes first. My mom told me not long ago that I cannot fail anything else or I would be transferred... That means I must pass both of the Mathematics and the coming papers. Life is hard when the other family members had their meeting about me, without me. I must turn this pressure into power to pass them all. Grrr... For Liverpool's sake!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it is time to announce the good news. I got an A for my English and Malay papers for the second semester. =P Some of the good students did not make it and I was very surprised because I thought that would be easy for the likes of Wei Neng and Nakasha of M30. Not really know about others. Meanwhile for the Malay paper, it is indeed a suprise. I thought a B would be reasonable for I did not write a single Malay essay, or hardly a sentence after my SPM. Hmm...that was 2 years long! Another conclusion, I can only score on language papers. But think again, when you have Wei Fu or Wei Lu, Yik Wen and the list goes on, I am nowhere near their standard... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third topic of the post, a confusion. To tell this, I must tell you the story happened few days ago. A friend of mine, who had a crush on a girl, used my cell phone and typed about asking for her phone number just for fun. He then selected for her relative's contact number and then accidentally sent it. He did it just for fun and it was turned out to be a disaster because I could be the victim, not him! Luckily, her relative did not reply me but the danger was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two days ago, during the lecture, I believed her relative told her something about it but nothing happened. Yesterday was quite shocking, she sat in front as usual but she turned her head back and peeked on us. We did not know who exacly she was looking at because there were four of us, all in the same gang. But one thing for sure, she kept turning and peek on our direction. I felt very nervous that it might be that SMS who worsened my good reputation. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another story, some time in this week too,(before the SMS disaster) while I went to fetch my friends waiting at the corridor, she was there too, along with my other three gang members. One of them told that she looked at him and smiled!!!! (Okay, perhaps we were too sensitive)Could he be the one for her? Among of all four of us, he has the best result and the girl is a extremely good student. A great pair I guess. The one who has a crush on her was an average student. Hmmm....??? But this thing...you will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does she really thinking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL, I hope there is nobody from my course reading it... Way too easy to know who's who!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=TAR College students don't ask anything about it, Thanks=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-114261981271611058?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/114261981271611058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=114261981271611058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114261981271611058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114261981271611058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2006/03/bad-news-good-news-confusion.html' title='Bad News &amp; Good News &amp; Confusion'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-114261801907980234</id><published>2006-03-18T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T01:53:39.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sunset Story</title><content type='html'>06 March 2006 (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is… The long holiday has ended and it is time to back to my normal self again. Wake up early in the morning and attend classes again, doing homework and revisions. While I was always nagging about the boring holiday, suddenly I felt sad when it ended. I was obsessed with my old Final Fantasy VII game. The game was still a bit to the end but there was too little time. Discovering new islands with special items with my hard-to-breed Gold Chocobo, getting new weapons were making me very proud. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the holiday ended, there it comes the frightening thing…my last semester result! Well it is not perfect with a subject fails, but it is a relief. Only mathematics, one out of six subjects that fails. It was a little surprise because I was like thinking before seeing my result, “God, this is gonna be very bad!” but it turned out not to be. The second semester was a hard one because only seven people from my thirty-man class passed all the six subjects. I took an extra paper to make up seven papers, as it was a re-sit paper that I failed in the first semester. I think it was a better result compared to my first semester which I failed two papers out of four! =P By the way, it looks like many (really quite a number) students fail Information Systems and Economics but I am not of them. I passed the two subjects mentioned and my Programming and my re-sit first semester Programming paper. It was a weird case. Laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Liverpool dream is not died yet! My life is bet on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What worst is that my mother told me during the holiday that if I did badly again I would not to be continue and pursuing other course that I interested, and with no maths! Luckily the result was not too bad and this third short, seven-week semester with only two subjects (no math!), I may have more time to concentrate my weakest mathematics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found an interesting fact. I can do better in theory papers and not too critical thinking papers such as maths (Programming and Information Systems excluded for the second semester =P) while my good friends, Sean We and Zhenn Hsean were totally opposite. Of course there left Wei Neng, the leader of S4 (Soi 4) that is not like us. He is perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was only two subjects in this semester, I wonder why I still have to go to the college with only two hours every single day! Why do not make it up to only three or four days? Sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Star Wars Episode III: The Revenge of the Sith again before writing this blog and it was again touching my heart. The fall of the Jedi and especially the chosen one (the one to destroy the Sith), Anakin Skywalker turns into the dark side and sending every single Jedi, young and old, to their dooms. Then there it is, even in the darkest hour there is always hope, Anakin’s master, Master Obi-Wan Kenobi (also the General in the war against the Separatist) and the greeny Master Yoda lives and the birth of Luke and Leia, the Skywalkers. The only bad things in this episode are that many innocents died and no more democracy. I think the movie is like the world nowadays, wars and dangers to democracy. When will this world turn to the world it should be? The promised lands where peace and democracy are living in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played futsal two days ago and my right foot was hurt. Ouch! Getting a kick from Teck Hong was not a good thing to remember. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I am back to my new house that is in Island where there is no mosquito! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-114261801907980234?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/114261801907980234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=114261801907980234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114261801907980234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114261801907980234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunset-story.html' title='A Sunset Story'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-114064779462507948</id><published>2006-02-23T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:56:23.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories At Stamford Bridge &amp; Home</title><content type='html'>Ahem, I guess it is alright to say things about Chelsea, which is the team that I dislike most. They were facing Barcelona, another football giants in European football and I prayed hard for the away team to win the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the game at home with my two good friends at college, Zhenn Hsean and Sean We. We shouted and jumping like mad persons without caring too much of my sleeping parents nor the neighbourhood. Hahaha... I was watching it for the beauty of football and Sean We was for the betting. =D Okay, the most quite person was Zhenn Hsean, he made just little noise through out 90 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Horno was sent off in the first half for bringing down Lionel Messi but it was Chelsea leading shortly after the break. Later on, Barca equalized through the hero-to-zero John Terry. Funny enough, the first two goals were own goals. But soon with only about 10 minutes left, Eto'o scored the winning goal with his head. Sean We and I, along with Barcelona players and fans around the world were jumping for joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the this game is certainly Lionel Messi, the 19-year-old kid. This young player is personally tipped by Diego Maradona, the football legend to be Maradona II. Messi had the football brain and his composure to beat the tight defense of Chelsea and it was only the post that denied his great goal. If he would not just be the next  Paul Gascoigne, he will be the man to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great game overall with the flair that available on both teams but it showed that the over attacking talent in Barcelona that proved too much for Chelsea's defense. A GREAT GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Chelsea will be crushed in 2 weeks time at Nou Camp and seeing Barca through. Champions of Europe lost 1-0 yesterday to Benfica but I strongly believe The Reds will overturn the deficit at Anfield. It will be a very tough road for Liverpool to retain the cup but my support towards them will never die. Remember, Liverpool do not give up until the last second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of football, the beauty of human hearts, simply excellent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-114064779462507948?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/114064779462507948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=114064779462507948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114064779462507948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114064779462507948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2006/02/stories-at-stamford-bridge-home.html' title='Stories At Stamford Bridge &amp; Home'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-114062357024224159</id><published>2006-02-22T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:52:50.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Rotting And Still</title><content type='html'>Today is the thirteenth day of my 3 weeks holiday. What have I do until now? Hmm...It is nothing and I hope tomorrow will be a different day. I hate long holidays somehow whereby a lot of my friends quite enjoy it. It could possibly that they have things to do which I do not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long holidays make me live in mess. I am like a bat, you know, only that I am neither blind nor having better hearing sense. From what I have compared to my friends, these are the results;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i)They play computer/consoles games.&lt;br /&gt;For God's sake, my pc is damn lousy and I do not have cool consoles. I only do some novel reading and...blogging to spend my time. And guess what, my daddy uses the pc from morning until 6pm to do his shares market research...or anything, I do not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii)They are on travel&lt;br /&gt;A number of my friends went to somewhere else along with their friends to enjoy. I wish I could go to Kuala Lumpur to attend Fort Minor's concert but after that thievery case, I do not dare to ask for money from mother anymore. Thus, this is not an option for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(iii)They can spend their time watching tv&lt;br /&gt;I do not own a satellite tv. National televisions are boring, well, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It maybe more but I cannot think of it now. All I ask is some entertainment. I cannot bear this anymore. I live no more than a statue. Planning to do some revisions but please, all reading for another 8 days? I am really looking forward to have at least some fun or just get back to college as soon as possible. The tension that I have to endure is much more than during the college days. I can be a very bad tempered person when I am in bad mood(that is applied to everyone, of course) or the point that I am so bored. God, I beg you to release me from this pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You'll Never Walk Alone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-114062357024224159?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/114062357024224159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=114062357024224159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114062357024224159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114062357024224159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-rotting-and-still.html' title='I&apos;m Rotting And Still'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-114045619196357271</id><published>2006-02-21T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:46:31.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hell !!!</title><content type='html'>It has been three days since my mobile phone and wallet being stolen at Mount Tokun or what-so-ever the name is. The thief cracked the door using a string and opened the door easily. He searched the stuffs in the box and took my things and fleed. I don't really know if he was disppointed to find about RM8 [It could be RM58 as I forgot if I still kept my RM50 angpow inside the wallet =( ] in the wallet and a lousy phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a 3-weeks holiday now and I felt so bored so I decided to follow my daddy along with a friend accompanying to climb Tokun. I felt great because it was challenging. There were rocks everywhere and everyone had to be careful or else you would slipped and fell to no-where. Balance and concentration are very important or else your soul will soon visit Hell. =P But when I was on the journey home, it's so terrible that I found out my stuffs were gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I went to an office to make a new Identity Card and it cost RM30. Later on, I went to JPJ to make a new driving licence and it was another RM20. Oh great... I am really going to give that thief a few punch if he was caught red-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was more, when my daddy told my mummy about that case, my mom said it was okay because it was merely bad luck. She said she had no excuse to blame me because I kept my things inside the box. But soon, after a few phone calls came in and then it was a different situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you bring your mobile phone and the wallet? If you did, bring them along!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! When I told her the whole story she did not seem to be angry at me and then it wasn't already. If there was so was "if" then this world would be without poverty, wars, diseases and so on. I did not really listen what everyone said anymore. Anyhow, I would take this as an experience to be extra be careful because this world is not a haven and please stop mumbling around my ears or just stop saying "if" repeatedly, well, unless you are Rudyard Kipling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You'll Never Walk Alone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-114045619196357271?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/114045619196357271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=114045619196357271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114045619196357271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114045619196357271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-hell.html' title='Oh Hell !!!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19350851.post-114045492637345449</id><published>2006-02-21T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T06:37:39.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Bum!</title><content type='html'>Looks like it's been a while since my last, ahem, also the first post. The determination to settle a long-term target never seems to be long. Aiye... This is my main weakness and I must change the situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English seems to be at the same standard all the time and it is very annoying really. A friend of mine, Yen Seah who claimed her English was terrible and asked for my help, is now a better English student that I am. What a shame! She has been a hardworking person and I am totally the opposite. It seems like I have to learn a lot from this young girl. =D My best wishes to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most obvious part would be my this terrible blog. Ever since the first blog and there is no second. Then it would be my study. Gotta make my dream come true or I will really regret in the end when there is no way back. May the Force is be with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I hope I can keep on updating this blog and I will post some stories happened in between this time. Catch ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You'll Never Walk Alone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-114045492637345449?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/114045492637345449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=114045492637345449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114045492637345449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/114045492637345449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2006/02/lazy-bum.html' title='Lazy Bum!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</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-19350851.post-113308995157087520</id><published>2005-11-27T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T19:15:07.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birth of A Phoenix Named The Kopite</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my blog, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce myself. My name is Kang Yi, Lim aka Ken. A male from Penang, Malaysia and I am a Chinese. Even though I am a Chinese but quite a number of people thought that I was a Malay as the tone of my skin is quite dark. This is the result of being under the sun frequently. Haha... I was born in 1987, at the mainland. I am now studying at Tunku Abdul Rahman in Penang and soon I will leave to Kuala Lumpur for my degree course. I am a crazy Liverpool fan since 2002 and I also give my support to Ferrari Formula 1 team too. My dream is to live at Liverpool city and watch as many Liverpool games as possible! Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my first blog because I wrote a blog about my football club named Utopia United Football Club (UUFC)last time. It's a total failure as I did not have time to update it and sadly there wasn't really much thing happens in the club. At first I did not really interested writing blog but it seems a lot of my friends are doing it and eventually I think it's a fun thing to do. I do write diary but I am quite frustrated because when I write a long one, the handwriting becomes unreadable. The other reason of writing blog is that I really want to improve my English. Even though I have some basics in English but when I read my friends' blogs, I am so envy of them. What's more, I will have English essays to write this semester and since I have stop writting since SPM, a government test, I have to polish my English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned, I really did not have much time to update it so it is now. What's frustrating is that I do not have internet right now in my new home at Penang(island). I only come back to the mainland once a week or 2 weeks. It doesn't mean that I will not be writing. I will type it and save it in a storage device and update it once I have chance. I will put the exact date on top of every blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I will write about Liverpool matches and some big football games. I will write some Formula 1 news too. Of course, I will write about things that happened in my life, whether it's sweet or otherwise. I really hope my football teammates giving their opinions on my football games. Even though I am not a professional player, but I have high hope to improve myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I will inform you guys by msn messenger. If you do not have the messenger, just be sure to check it once a week/2 weeks. Be sure to check my blog! Catch ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You'll Never Walk Alone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19350851-113308995157087520?l=thekopite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/feeds/113308995157087520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19350851&amp;postID=113308995157087520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/113308995157087520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19350851/posts/default/113308995157087520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekopite.blogspot.com/2005/11/birth-of-phoenix-named-kopite.html' title='The Birth of A Phoenix Named The Kopite'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17659613107093920841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
