<?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-8749297432984276549</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:47:17.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-8058379757872410098</id><published>2011-05-13T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:34:02.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPmESaQsq5k/Tcwsbkm9S_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/dMT8j5volaQ/s320/DSC_8157_cr.jpg'/><title type='text'>Farewell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's to Kai Sin. One of my favourite people in the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgDpVOrm8KY/TcwsbQI-dnI/AAAAAAAAAPg/M5P5FI_rRLk/s320/DSC_8166.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605904482870130290" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, that was pretty fake. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1q2HqLSNHks/Tcwsa3yi_DI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iUeGrQbhBhg/s320/DSC_8169_cr.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605904476333603890" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TiGRoODjC0M/Tcwsaq2JYrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bwJl3sM6dKs/s320/DSC_7791.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605904472859042482" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPmESaQsq5k/Tcwsbkm9S_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/dMT8j5volaQ/s320/DSC_8157_cr.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605904488364592114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha, I think I've said all that I have to say in the "letter" :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care, Sin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thank you for everything you've done. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hokkien cha when you get back, I PROMISE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-8058379757872410098?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/8058379757872410098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=8058379757872410098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8058379757872410098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8058379757872410098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/05/farewell.html' title='Farewell!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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/-xgDpVOrm8KY/TcwsbQI-dnI/AAAAAAAAAPg/M5P5FI_rRLk/s72-c/DSC_8166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-382614640488216138</id><published>2011-05-03T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:37:17.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Will Watch Over You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Leaves are on the ground; fall has come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue skies turning gray; like my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I tried to carry you, and make you whole.&lt;div&gt;But it was never enough, I &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will give you strength when you're not strong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will shelter you when I'm gone away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-382614640488216138?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/382614640488216138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=382614640488216138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/382614640488216138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/382614640488216138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-will-watch-over-you.html' title='Who Will Watch Over You?'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-1799101772883174462</id><published>2011-04-04T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T01:48:09.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message to All Smokers.</title><content type='html'>Including you misinformed, or ignorant shisha smokers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you choose to kill yourself, do everyone a favour and jump off a cliff, instead of killing everyone around you along with yourself. Please realize what you're doing is stupid and makes no sense at all. Wanna look cool? Then start by not looking like a dumbass. It's a good way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-1799101772883174462?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/1799101772883174462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=1799101772883174462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1799101772883174462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1799101772883174462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/04/message-to-all-smokers.html' title='Message to All Smokers.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-3959582460568439484</id><published>2011-03-27T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:30:23.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Word!</title><content type='html'>Sycophants. The world's full of them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-3959582460568439484?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/3959582460568439484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=3959582460568439484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3959582460568439484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3959582460568439484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-word.html' title='New Word!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-1005394365780885689</id><published>2011-03-26T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:49:16.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yous.</title><content type='html'>You, really turned out to be someone completely different from who I thought you were. You're capable of rudimentary emotion! =D Haha one of the funniest, weirdest people I know!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, really deserve someone who treats you fairly; treats you how you deserve to be treated. You're an amazing person, and any person would be very lucky to have you. Ignore the jeers and disparaging remarks, and start thinking for yourself, for once. You're always about making others happy, it's time to do the same for yourself. Be glad :) your friends will always be here as sources of strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, well, let's just say I'm glad you were dropped like a rock. Take care nonetheless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, offered great insight, great advice, and definitely restored my resolve to pursue medicine. Thank you so much. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-1005394365780885689?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/1005394365780885689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=1005394365780885689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1005394365780885689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1005394365780885689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/03/yous.html' title='Yous.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-1906953701536377987</id><published>2011-03-22T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:39:12.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM Results.</title><content type='html'>COMING OUT TOMORROW. HOPE MY ENDLESS HOURS OF NERDING WERE NOT IN VAIN.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-1906953701536377987?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/1906953701536377987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=1906953701536377987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1906953701536377987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1906953701536377987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/03/spm-results.html' title='SPM Results.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-4444536368702777517</id><published>2011-03-08T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:02:31.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nah, Dear Readers.</title><content type='html'>I think we as the eventual "beneficiaries" of our nation, should take the time to hear a bit of what this man has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eJmm7aKmEv4" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-4444536368702777517?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/4444536368702777517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=4444536368702777517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4444536368702777517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4444536368702777517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/03/nah-dear-readers.html' title='Nah, Dear Readers.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eJmm7aKmEv4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-9119770983380864573</id><published>2011-02-23T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:18:06.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switch: Off.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been placed in a position where you know full well about what's gonna happen, and yet when it finally does happen, it just crushes you?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt that. Still feeling it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-9119770983380864573?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/9119770983380864573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=9119770983380864573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/9119770983380864573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/9119770983380864573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/02/switch-off.html' title='Switch: Off.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-4923515085271435358</id><published>2011-02-15T02:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T02:36:46.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Way.</title><content type='html'>Sorli yo, zero respect liao.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-4923515085271435358?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/4923515085271435358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=4923515085271435358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4923515085271435358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4923515085271435358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-way.html' title='No Way.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-4938477458778885702</id><published>2011-02-13T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T06:45:37.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How People Change, Or Rather, How They Don't.</title><content type='html'>It's incredible how often you get proven wrong in life. Sometimes it happens to your delight, but more than often, it's the antithesis of said joy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sad to say, but the latter has usually been the case for me. Fooled by sanctity and baited by eloquence, once committed, I was obliged to continue. Blame my impetuosity, blame my lack of prudence and my disposition to cave in to peer pressure. But blame no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your idiosyncrasies piss people off, your caprice far too often of extreme annoyance. You've become a monster I swore I wouldn't allow myself to be associated with. We all promised each other we'd be people of respectable stature and benevolence, but you've since strayed from the straight and narrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disliked by many for your rashness and lack of decorum, to describe you as mercurial would be a sorry excuse for a euphemism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sincerely do hope that you change your ways, or we can only imagine what would happen to you in the real world. It's time to grow up people, all of us. Look responsibility in the eye and understand that it comes with age, and that declining to accept it will only result in your eventual demise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do unto others, what you wish others to do unto you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought you'd change for the better, but you proved me wrong. You've proven many wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prove me wrong, again. I dare you, for your sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-4938477458778885702?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/4938477458778885702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=4938477458778885702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4938477458778885702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4938477458778885702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-people-change.html' title='How People Change, Or Rather, How They Don&apos;t.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-6394122769862226594</id><published>2011-02-10T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:50:20.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You Guys.</title><content type='html'>June, Kharenee, Juin, Rae, Ling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know why it just occurred to me that we haven't met in a pretty long time. Well duh lah. Haha all the best in your respective countries! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-6394122769862226594?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/6394122769862226594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=6394122769862226594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6394122769862226594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6394122769862226594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-miss-you-guys.html' title='I Miss You Guys.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-1944742269951682123</id><published>2011-02-01T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T15:41:27.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>To all dear readers, Chinese and non-Chinese and Chinese-deep-down-inside-people, have a blessed Year of the Rabbit and may we all reproduce and multiply like rabbits! =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcThojoTrxRDYvQTavCMbj91lsyYwT9pko6U57H3tJlXZ3zqHC8C" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&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/8749297432984276549-1944742269951682123?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/1944742269951682123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=1944742269951682123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1944742269951682123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1944742269951682123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-4426579896611840032</id><published>2011-01-22T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T02:30:49.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust.</title><content type='html'>I love friends. They're like amaranths. And I love amaranths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-4426579896611840032?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/4426579896611840032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=4426579896611840032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4426579896611840032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4426579896611840032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/01/trust.html' title='Trust.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-7725614914067967781</id><published>2011-01-13T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:18:32.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Note.</title><content type='html'>You're immature. &lt;div&gt;Shit happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grow the hell up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-7725614914067967781?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/7725614914067967781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=7725614914067967781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7725614914067967781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7725614914067967781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/01/side-note.html' title='Side Note.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-7273420658016767917</id><published>2011-01-08T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:14:29.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For June.</title><content type='html'>I hate writing farewell posts. They make me sad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so we bid, or rather just bade farewell to yet another dear friend, June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be honest, though June and I were in the same class in Form 1, we never really talked much. Heck, we were pretty much hi-bye friends. And throughout Form 2 and Form 3 we barely talked AT ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, *TOTALLY EXPECTED DRUM ROLL*, in Form 4, we both joined Interact and that all changed, for the better, I think. HAHAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found June to be one of THE MOST, undeniably, inexplicably, annoyingly, superfluously INSULTING people EVER. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha I'm kidding. =) June's one of the nicest, most sincere people I've ever met. She's never failed to be there for anyone in need, and is ever generous with encouragements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously though, June's one of the people who I've had to rely on throughout Form 4 and Form 5, not just during Interact. And the funny thing is, she never shies away whenever I have any problems whatsoever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, she's a FREAKIN amazing singer. But I shall not dwell on that so as to prevent her head from exploding =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The June I wrongly presumed to be reticent and shy turned out to be ONE CRAZY INSULTING PERSON! Hahaha especially in the presence of Giselle, Esther, Anisha, Dhivya, Peggy, sadly even Madam Hayati. And of course, what insulting session would be complete without the victim?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What sucks is that the victim, was, more than often, yours truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT STILL, I will miss June, along with her disparaging and snide remarks and sharp, stabbing leers, FOR we must accept people along with all their flaws and imperfections, and learn to embrace the bigger picture, that is, June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHHA! I think you readers can now understand just WHY I get all the insults that I do. Because I ask for it. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss you, June. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best and don't forget to miss us while we're here missing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. no pictures because blogger is being STUPID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-7273420658016767917?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/7273420658016767917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=7273420658016767917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7273420658016767917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7273420658016767917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-june.html' title='For June.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-7560364081833758012</id><published>2011-01-01T03:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T01:47:58.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>And yet another year has passed, a great one at that. A year full of nerding and unnecessary, although admittedly entertaining drama. A year for the bitchy, the unscrupulous and the obtuse to show their true colours. Yet it also proved to be a year for bridging new friendships, rekindling old ones, making new acquaintances. Yes, I doubt any of us will forget the year we were 17, for the memories we take with us are of unimaginable value, and the lessons we have so painfully learned will prove to be so very useful in our presumably EXTREMELY scandalous and convoluted college years ahead.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss you, all of you who aren't attending HELP. Those in Taylor's, MCKL and what not. And especially those who have decided to further their studies overseas, in Australia, the UK and even freakin' Germany!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So readers, have a blessed new year and may the economy recover in a graceful and prompt fashion. May restaurants lower their prices so our college expenditure may reach figures which do not depict obscenity. May we all be cautious, careful and safe, and not indulge ourselves in evils and capricious, shameful acts. May we keep our loved ones close, and to cherish them in a clean, merry milieu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, I'm gonna be eighteen. I don't wanna grow up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-7560364081833758012?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/7560364081833758012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=7560364081833758012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7560364081833758012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7560364081833758012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-3079816191878296655</id><published>2010-12-26T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T17:23:24.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr Account!</title><content type='html'>I will be honest dear readers, the speed at which Blogger uploads my photos is just TOO BLOODY SLOW. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus I've created a Tumblr account in hope that that will serve my purpose a little better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zyanglow.tumblr.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-3079816191878296655?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/3079816191878296655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=3079816191878296655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3079816191878296655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3079816191878296655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/12/tumblr-account.html' title='Tumblr 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-8840679847608114903</id><published>2010-12-12T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T02:49:30.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Disappear.</title><content type='html'>Felt great spending time with an old, great, great friend today. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish we could do this more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-8840679847608114903?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/8840679847608114903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=8840679847608114903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8840679847608114903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8840679847608114903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-disappear.html' title='Don&apos;t Disappear.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-8286586283498396930</id><published>2010-12-07T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T00:37:48.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meltdown!</title><content type='html'>Yes, the nerd had a massive breakdown last night at around 10pm or so. The nerd put down his books, heaved a huge sigh of frustration and disbelief that he had only finished revising like 30% of his Chemistry, just 10 hours before his paper was due to begin. With his head pounding and his heart weighing heavy in his chest, the nerd stared blankly at his newly-cleaned wall of knowledge, which was now, somehow quite discouragingly empty. By discouraging I mean somehow mirroring the state of his brain - empty. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One could not imagine the agony and distraught the nerd was going through, as it was not Chemistry that was on his mind, but many other things that really could been pondered about at a more suitable time, maybe in the near future, namely AFTER SPM.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yet, contrary my advice to many a disturbed friend, I DIDN'T slap myself and force myself to study, as I was already quite behind time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, the nerd did the most rational thing in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, it did not involve kicking into high gear and studying at 3 pages per minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nerd took a long walk around Seputeh in the dark of night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I sound like an old man, who likes to roam the streets at night with the street lamps being the sole source of light. Yet, I found that that slow stroll had a somewhat calming effect on me. The sounds of crickets and muffled laughter echoing from random houses gave me a sense of peace and drove the anxiety away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therapeutic, I would describe it as. Kinda like a nice, long, hot shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the butt who listened to my ranting throughout my walk. And to PTC and Sam who unintentionally added to my stress by making me feel stupid and inadequately prepared for Chem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring on Biology!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&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/8749297432984276549-8286586283498396930?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/8286586283498396930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=8286586283498396930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8286586283498396930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8286586283498396930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/12/meltdown.html' title='The Meltdown!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-1936044145193987695</id><published>2010-12-04T02:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T03:32:50.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello dear readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you should know, us Form Fivers are currently in the midst of our SPM exams. So here's a fairly short update, to compensate my extreme negligence of this almost-dead blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I want to change my URL. Thinking of doing it soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I want a DSLR. Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My computer is hereby STUPID. It keeps switching off by itself without warning nor reason!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. SPM WILL BE OVER SOON. I CAN TASTE MY FREEDOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Not going to prom is going to suck balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Not going to the party is going to suck balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Therefore, freedom after SPM may suck balls as well, unless the other stuff which I can attend, don't suck balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I like the phrase "suck balls". Very crude and suggestive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here's a quick insight into my weirded studying habits, which I'm sure I share with many a stressed out Wesleyan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. An average of 2 hours of sleep a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Large amounts of caffiene via many mediums, ie. coffee, coke, tea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Too much time wasted on social networking sites, ie. Facebook, and THIS BLOG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Lots of ice-cream and chocolate. The man loves his Tim-Tams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Exercise = Non-existent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Nerd jokes = Increasingly existent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Loss of appetite. (This may or may not be caused by the increased intake of ice cream and chocolate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. 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readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Zyang.&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/8749297432984276549-1936044145193987695?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/1936044145193987695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=1936044145193987695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1936044145193987695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1936044145193987695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/12/almost-there.html' title='Almost There!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TPk_-EE2CeI/AAAAAAAAANs/KtHI59ijVzI/s72-c/IMG_1616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-2832027009908264410</id><published>2010-11-12T04:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T04:01:36.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This One's For Us.</title><content type='html'>Hope you like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-2832027009908264410?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/2832027009908264410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=2832027009908264410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2832027009908264410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2832027009908264410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-ones-for-us.html' title='This One&apos;s For Us.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-6009136732239152538</id><published>2010-11-10T03:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:19:32.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interact.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Geez, I really have to find more appropriate times to be emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also rather hungry at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here's the fourth open letter, this being addressed to the Interact Club of the fiscal year 2009/2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth be told, I didn't really have an overpowering urge to join Interact when I was in Form 3. I saw it as a rite of passage, something every Form 4 student should go through to supposedly "make high school life worthwhile and fun". Bluntly put, I was kinda forced into signing up. Not by my friends and peers, but by my own self-perceived image of the Zhi-Yang who was to be the following year. And I saw myself being in a club. I was actually deciding between joining Interact and Leo, and eventually chose the former, for a multitude of reasons, all of which I shan't mention here, for fear of being flamed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'll never forget the very first meeting of our service as Interactors. Catherine, the President gave one HELL of a scolding, telling us to leave there and then should we not be willing to sacrifice time, money, sleep and energy for the Club and its many activities. Frankly, I was quite taken aback, until I was told that that lecture was something that was done at every first meeting, to weed out the unwilling and uncommitted. And well, I wasn't about to be categorized as a person of any of those two attributes! So my pride made me stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had NO idea what I had gotten myself into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't help that I hadn't paid any attention to any of the events held by the Interact Club in previous years, nor did it help that I had NO CLUE as to what the functions of the Club were. But I learnt soon enough. We were soon bombarded with projects both in school and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great experience working with others to organize projects and events. I remember my first role in an Interact event was as an organizer for ONE game during our Fellowship event. And I guess that's where it all started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being June's assistant (or rather more affectionately known as the ASS) for the Kids' Carnival was a REAL eye-opener. That was when I really realized how much work organizing an event involved, as well as all the details and formalities and procedures and what not that entailed. June just came across as a very cool-headed person who knew all that had to be done and seemed to be in control of the whole thing, so I didn't really do shit =) SORRY JUNE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When our batch took over the reins, I was fortunate enough to be working with an EXTREMELY able and endearing Board of Directors, and of course Mdm Hayati and Ms Teng. Our board just immediately clicked, though we weren't very close before. Magic happened! I don't know. In my mind, we all felt like we'd known each other inside-out (not in a perverted way) for years. The cohesion (capillary action!) and sense of belonging that we all shared really only added to the awesome experience that was Interact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The members were incredible as well, with so many able people, I can only imagine how hard it was for the previous Board to select their incoming successors. I could easily name a few people who could take over any post on the Board in a heart beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were trying times, stressful and disappointing. Sometimes things would go wrong at the very last minute, and the given event would suddenly look extremely bleak and screwed up. And amid all the chaos of last minute preparations, that one small mistake can sometimes drive you insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we've never failed to solve, (or at least sufficiently disguise) any given last-minute cock up. And I owe that to each and every member, especially the Board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all for the support and guidance you provided for each other; for the shelter and consolation, the occasional shoulder to lean on. I truly loved, or rather love this family. I loved how there wasn't any internal quarrelling or squabbling, no backstabbing and mud-slinging. I love how we never failed to cover for each other, how we all paid for each other's mistakes. I love how we pulled through the thickest of the thick, and still managed to look back and laugh off our screw-ups. I love how every single event we held, always turned out to be a freakin' success! =D I love how all our hard work always paid off, and always with dividends. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Interactors, we've all sacrificed a lot. Believe me, I know. I let go of the game I love for it. I quit basketball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a hard decision to make, but not one I'm likely to regret; not until this muffin top goes all crazy on me, that is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thank you, to Kenneth, Dhivya, Esther, Jon, Giselle, Anisha, QingWei, Karjin, Adrian and Peggy for being the awesome-est Board anyone could ever ask for. And an extra big thank you to June for being the best Vice I could wish for. You really were the person who kept me sane and kept me from crumbling during all the turmoil and chaos that ran rife during our tenures. Thank you. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Ivan, Jen, DINGSHENG, Derrick, Deborah, Sinying, Stan, JianYi, Kaisin, Laura, Cait, Esther, Suettyng, Chris, Shikhai, Jeremy, Rowena (BIG THANK YOU!), Peiji, Khaiyuen, Calvin, Sekwai, Amir, Weishan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and New Wee Cherng too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of these days, I'm going to look back and wonder why I was so mean to New. But for the time being, I'm just gonna enjoy doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever yours in Interact,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Int. Low Zhi-Yang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNmx-zUbjOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-Ygw2liIyOY/s320/DSC03530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537652909314641122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ps. We were the best Interactors to walk the face of the Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just saying.&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/8749297432984276549-6009136732239152538?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/6009136732239152538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=6009136732239152538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6009136732239152538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6009136732239152538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/11/interact.html' title='Interact.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNmx-zUbjOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-Ygw2liIyOY/s72-c/DSC03530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-2297057258766931500</id><published>2010-11-03T01:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:02:14.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place in My Mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The third open letter in this series, and this one is addressed to all students of 5W.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr dear classmates,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As described in one of the many speeches during our graduation service, I'd like to recount on the very first day of Form Four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fresh-faced and anxious, we all sat in line, eagerly awaiting our fate - the class in which we would be for the next two years. It may not sound that significant, but these past two years have been utterly incredible and I think have been extremely important to many a Wesleyan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the delight of having Yu Ken, Xian Yang, Weijun, Dingsheng and New announced as classmates. I remember popping a seat next to Ken right away. I remember thinking to myself, "WA, THESE ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE I KNOW IN MY CLASS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all that changed in a matter of weeks. And I'm damn glad it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met so many new people in 4W, and hence 5W. Some great, some not so great. But heck, what's a bouquet roses without a couple of annoying thorns eh? (Yes, a weird analogy. SUE ME!) But the great ones, I will cherish as friends for years and years to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Gossip Gang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deborah, Sinying, Shuenyin, Yonsheng, Ken and myself and the occasional extra gossipers (which are never in short supply). Haha! Endless gossiping and bitching! =D It's been so much fun! Zat here zat there. This group of people have never failed to make each other laugh, cry of joy or sheer amazement at scandals, gasp and gape in shock, and of course all the camwhoring. It's been a blast guys. GOSSIPS FOREVER! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yam Mun Hon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea how this guy does it, but he can laugh at practically nothing and his laughter is just SO DAMN INFECTIOUS, he can get the ENTIRE class to laugh with him, without knowing what the hell he's laughing at. Hahahaha love this fat cat =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a typical (well not THAT typical) day in 5W. It being our second last day in school, a few of us brought cameras so photo-taking was in no short supply. An abundance of food which mysteriously found its way into our class only added to the merriment. CHILLI BOMBS! HAHAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I was so hyper today guys. I have no idea what came over me. All I know is I went dead during Biology because I had expended ALL of my energy laughing and partaking in the stupid shit we were doing xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this class, &lt;i&gt;so much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss Ken's nonsense, Weijun's tight-ass pants, Sheng's fat ass, Xyang's eternal naps, Yonsheng's sarcastic swipes, Deborah's embarrassing moments, SINYING'S MOLE, Stan's face when we insult her, Kevin's face all the time, Suan's weirded high pitched voice, New's dumbass antics, Sam's *are you retarded?* look, Jason's weirdness, Zhuchung's smartness, Jiajet's horniness, JiaJen's funniness, Jasveer's sexy hair, Ben's voice, Eewen's aunty-ness, and of course, the entire class as a single entity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNBU3Z19-RI/AAAAAAAAALc/nuOnBC8zgU8/s320/DSC03610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535017252845123858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNBU3Z19-RI/AAAAAAAAALc/nuOnBC8zgU8/s1600/DSC03610.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNBS8NLpZ3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/V92u1z4BouY/s1600/DSC03644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNBS8NLpZ3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/V92u1z4BouY/s320/DSC03644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535015136322479986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So thank you, 5W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We is rock. And I'm gonna miss you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&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/8749297432984276549-2297057258766931500?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/2297057258766931500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=2297057258766931500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2297057258766931500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2297057258766931500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/11/place-in-my-mind.html' title='A Place in My Mind.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNBQycPD89I/AAAAAAAAAKk/XNpfpcQ-NsA/s72-c/DSC03677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-6773681702040627657</id><published>2010-10-21T21:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T01:50:21.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Too Far Away.</title><content type='html'>I suppose that now, a large majority of Form 5s are eagerly waiting to spread their wings and take off and "fly". They await college life with bated breath and with untold anxiety, but only to have their anxiety subdued by the dreaded SPM.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not exactly one of those people. Yes, I'm looking forward to a new environment and to be honest I'm quite eager to get my first taste of college. But yet, I'm going to miss WMS really sorely. Its students, its teachers and staff, its half-assed facilities (some lah), and the memories that I now hope I will be able to remember. I guess getting some of the memories down onto this blog will serve as a memoir of some sort, something to jog my memory in later years so I never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, this will help you to do the same, dear reader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This second open letter goes out to those who have left Wesley prematurely, but still will always be a part of this WMS Alumni of '10. (Buy the hoodie! =) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you terminated your education at WMS prematurely, be it midway or ALMOST AT THE END; Yes, some of you left without even a word of goodbye; Yes, some of you left us, your friends, here in WMS. But believe you me when we say we've never blamed you or chided you for leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juin, Rae, Kharenee, NyeeKen, Prthiv, and others who "graduated early", I suppose you find your new school/college to be better or of better standards than WMS, and I sincerely hope you do. Because if you don't, MAN that must suck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I would like to recount some memorable events that I've shared with these people, since I'm not as likely to see them as often as the rest of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Ah Mah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never will I, and hopefully nor you, forget the freaking crazy stupid asshole times we've shared. The manila card whacking, the sudden outbursts of weird-ed emotions, the NERDING of sejarah under the class tree, the cynical insults and of course the gossiping. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for lending an ear (your left one) whenever I had problems and complaints. Thanks for all the gossip! Haha! Be it in class or over the phone (IN THE CA....). HAHAHAHH! I shan't finish that. =P Thanks for keeping my secrets and YOU can thank me for keeping yours. =) Haven't talked to you in a while. We'll get down to that after SPM =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may now go stand in the rain and get struck by lightning. HAHA! I still can't forget that INSIDE JOKE. XD I'm so witty! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm slowly realizing how gay I'm sounding, so I'm going to keep these short!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Rae,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a pity that I only got to know you in Form 3, the year before you left for Melbourne. We be science lab buds yo! Haha and for all the annoying things I've said or done to you, I don't feel apologetic at all. Really. I'm so glad I was as annoying as possible to you. I AM better than you at Maths. Period. Then, now and forever. Muahhahahahhahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, this is annoying. It has served its purpose well! =D HAHAHAH EAT THAT RAE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Kharenee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this is going to be heartfelt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear BP of mine, I know I said that I would NEVER let us drift apart though you've left WMS, but yeah. I never made good on that promise. You said it was inevitable, and I stubbornly refused to believe that. And yeah, it sucks to be proven wrong, especially about something like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna thank you, again, as I will do again and again over the course of many years, for being there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously don't know how you could just listen to me rant and rant and rant and complain about pretty much the same thing almost every single day. Haha I remember the times when we used to chat on MSN til the wee hours of the morning, and then go to school the next day. EYEBAGS. But they were worth it. Correction, they ARE worth it. I STILL have eyebags. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all the advice, encouragement, and the occasional slap in the face that you've given me over the years. You were really someone I could lean on, someone I could tell anything to. And yes I told you absolutely everything. And I need to tell you something RIGHT NOW. But not here. HEHE. Too public =P We is be talking soon! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To NyeGen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loves you. Sorry for the wedgies ;) All in good fun eh? I doubt you read my blog, or any blog for that matter. So NYEH I keepeth this short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Prthiv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;South Park buddy! Haha I'll be seeing you an awful lot next year, if all goes to plan =) Still no band name yet I suppose? Man, 1M was fun =P If not for the Keith. But truth be told, being prejudiced against Keith kinda brought the whole class together eh? Haha how horrible we are. Still remember the good times with the ACC! Haha! You, me and Gabriel. And we got called to the office for that. Gee. Talk about uptight eh? One of the best drummers I know, one of the best friends I know. See you soon bro =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEEEE... THAT WAS GAY. Hahahaha it feels weird writing these open letters when you're not emo anymore. haha! I'm actually quite hyper at the moment, not to mention very hungry. Downstairs to the kitchen I go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao readers. Take care and happy studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-6773681702040627657?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/6773681702040627657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=6773681702040627657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6773681702040627657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6773681702040627657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-be-too-far-away.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Too Far Away.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-2017559365423333912</id><published>2010-10-18T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T05:06:28.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing Already, Zhi-Yang?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNm27yTHbMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XUFX_arabkw/s1600/Mathew%2527s%2BFarewell%2B229.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is going to seem extremely early for most of you, but I miss Wesley.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call this post premature, weird, unZyang-like, stupid, emo, what be you. But it really just hit me today. I'm gonna miss Wesley so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I complain about the stupid shit that we memorize and regurgitate out when we're told to do so. Yes, we all know that fact all too well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, there are some people in Wesley who I just can't stand, but really, there are gonna be people just like that everywhere you go. And well, I guess I should thank them for ensuring my high school life was never short on drama and heightened rage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I complain about how incompetent certain members of staff may be, but they will always have this place in my brain. Embedded deep, though associated with complacency, but embedded deep nonetheless. I want to remember every small detail, the retarded, the bad, the cocky, and the great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let this be the first of a series of open letters to all those I hold dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all friends, close and mere acquaintances,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all the great times we've had. All the mischief (baseball/squash/Kevin-chasing/getting-chased-by-Kevin/just Kevin/camwhoring/unprovoked crying/constant teasing/GOSSIPING/drama/laughs/laughs/and more laughs/NERDING/forced shutdowns of computers/endless rounds of catching/POST EXAMS!/bitter rivalry/sweet rivalry/homework copying/Anti-Keith Organization-ing!/just plain, "honest", "clean" fun). And bullying New. hahahah! For the record, I love the guy. I just kacau him because it's too fun to resist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for everything. For the support we've unconditionally provided each other, the consoling and lending of shoulders. The laughs and jeers, the jokes and insults. We all know we don't mean what we say, but say it anyway just for the heck of it. I love being a guy. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trips and camps, where lots of stupid shit happens (in which I sometimes regret not being involved), where endless shitloads of fun happens. I'm gonna miss school camps and trips so much. All the freaking crazy and stupid bus rides, the crazier hotel rooms/dorms. All the nutty activities and (yes this is horribly cliche and there's a reason why it's cliche) team spirit! *Brrrrrr!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The canteen, a place of food and merriment! Oh yes, much merriment. The one-two-juice-ing, jokes and insults that fly so naturally. The stealing of food, as well as the contamination of it, which the use of certain... fluids. Haha! The stupid dares we've forced upon each other, throughout breaks and lunches. I love the canteen! Sadly, I've had to miss out on some of the merriment, a year's worth of it to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I found a different kind of merriment while absent from the chaos of the canteen. Yes, I'm a Prefect, a.k.a. a student's worst enemy, Public Enemies numbers 1 through 30. But through adversity and constant jeering and defamation, I found a very different kind of bond that bloomed from all that bullshit. Yes, it is not without its fair share of politics and mudslinging, of which I've been a victim, once upon a time, but it really opened my eyes to so many different things and to so many different people. Yes, much like an extremely dysfunctional family, but a family nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, I'm gonna miss being a Prefect. But there are two things I'm gonna miss more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNm27yTHbMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XUFX_arabkw/s1600/Mathew%2527s%2BFarewell%2B229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNm27yTHbMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XUFX_arabkw/s320/Mathew%2527s%2BFarewell%2B229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537658355059223746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNm27ocnLCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/X_RmaN6jN0E/s1600/Mathew%2527s%2BFarewell%2B223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNm27ocnLCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/X_RmaN6jN0E/s320/Mathew%2527s%2BFarewell%2B223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537658352414698530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNm27YdN9hI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yZWazhviZ64/s1600/Mathew%2527s%2BFarewell%2B098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNm27YdN9hI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yZWazhviZ64/s320/Mathew%2527s%2BFarewell%2B098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537658348122273298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNm27FKkQFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8AZqNZku174/s1600/Mathew%2527s%2BFarewell%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNm27FKkQFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8AZqNZku174/s320/Mathew%2527s%2BFarewell%2B044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537658342943768658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNm2693e6qI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7cXNF9G7L5I/s1600/Mathew%2527s%2BFarewell%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNm2693e6qI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7cXNF9G7L5I/s320/Mathew%2527s%2BFarewell%2B029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537658340984679074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNm2693e6qI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7cXNF9G7L5I/s1600/Mathew%2527s%2BFarewell%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being an Interactor, and being a Wesleyan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&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/8749297432984276549-2017559365423333912?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/2017559365423333912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=2017559365423333912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2017559365423333912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2017559365423333912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/10/reminiscing-already-zhi-yang.html' title='Reminiscing Already, Zhi-Yang?'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/TNm27yTHbMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XUFX_arabkw/s72-c/Mathew%2527s%2BFarewell%2B229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-4169658323954267990</id><published>2010-10-10T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:59:00.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, And One More Thing.</title><content type='html'>You're not always right.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither am I nor any of us, for that matter. But at least we admit to that fact. &lt;i&gt;Thanks to you, reader, for this invaluable input which I forgot to mention!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-4169658323954267990?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/4169658323954267990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=4169658323954267990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4169658323954267990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4169658323954267990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-and-one-more-thing.html' title='Oh, And One More Thing.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-2387877723125627099</id><published>2010-10-09T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:39:40.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wild Ride.</title><content type='html'>We're all growing up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll all soon have to face the fact that important decisions have to be made. There'll be no room for all that "follow your heart" nonsense. Sooner or later, we're all going to realize that the decisions we make are going to affect others, one way or another. Gone, will be the days where we made decisions with total regard to our whims and fancies, our wants and desires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality is dawning upon us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to wake up, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Especially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's face facts; in the real world, nobody is going to give a shit about the brands you wear, nor your self-proclaimed "status". You'll only go as far as your people skills take you. Take a few steps back and realize how you treat others, and how the others are &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; responding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Stop rotting in your denial, saying that people look up to you. That's disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what to do anymore, so I give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, I'm more confused then ever. (&lt;i&gt;I know, not very light for a lighter note, is it?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, I'm actually looking forward to you retaliating to this post. I'm curious as to how you'd defend yourself. And to all readers, let's not be surprised when I'm sabotaged in some "mysterious" way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck to the rest of you for SPM! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-2387877723125627099?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/2387877723125627099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=2387877723125627099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2387877723125627099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2387877723125627099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/10/wild-ride.html' title='The Wild Ride.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-9116846165404563142</id><published>2010-09-19T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:56:37.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need You Now.</title><content type='html'>I'm going crazy. Even my parents think so. And Mr Tan tells me to relax. I'm screwed lah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-9116846165404563142?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/9116846165404563142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=9116846165404563142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/9116846165404563142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/9116846165404563142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need-you-now.html' title='I Need You Now.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-7766126426431050570</id><published>2010-09-19T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T03:58:26.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kiss Good Night that Comes with Me.</title><content type='html'>Both wrong and right, our memories.&lt;div&gt;The whispering before we sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one more thing that you can keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the bullshit you've put me through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the lies that you assumed I told you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the fake reflections that run through your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just you wait, they'll all leave you for dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the place we used to go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's lost its fleeting glimmer and glow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get here, we've walked so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is no longer where we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-7766126426431050570?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/7766126426431050570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=7766126426431050570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7766126426431050570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7766126426431050570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/09/kiss-good-night-that-comes-with-me.html' title='The Kiss Good Night that Comes with Me.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-821211402257692123</id><published>2010-09-19T03:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T03:47:58.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Acquiantance Severed.</title><content type='html'>You'd think that I've cooled off by now. But the sight of you just pisses me off again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-821211402257692123?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/821211402257692123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=821211402257692123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/821211402257692123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/821211402257692123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/6414303584211071903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=6414303584211071903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6414303584211071903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6414303584211071903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/08/yet-again.html' title='Yet Again.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-4453818500486438904</id><published>2010-06-30T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:15:56.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotten.</title><content type='html'>I've been saving,&lt;br /&gt;These last words for,&lt;br /&gt;One last miracle but,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you want it to begin, no one really ever wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will miss me when I'm gone, so this is the last song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wrapping this in ribbons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc, there's a hole where something was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took the breath right out of me, and left a hole where my heart should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boycott love, detox just to retox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperfect boys with their perfect ploys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart, at least for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell apart, so let's make a new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you let your heart win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be perfect, but nothing was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set the fire to the third bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'd do anything to just feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice is never knowing why I never walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pieces don't fit here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-4453818500486438904?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/4453818500486438904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=4453818500486438904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4453818500486438904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4453818500486438904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/06/gotten.html' title='Gotten.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-8738499523185536916</id><published>2010-01-28T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:19:27.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old People's Disease</title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am INFECTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, scratch that. I'll stay away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you guys in school Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-8738499523185536916?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/8738499523185536916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=8738499523185536916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8738499523185536916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8738499523185536916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-peoples-disease.html' title='Old People&apos;s Disease'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-5919036653371913594</id><published>2010-01-08T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:56:51.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU!!</title><content type='html'>A freakin' big "THANK YOU" to all those who wished me on my birthday/before my birthday/after my birthday! =D I MUCHO appreciate it! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But let's just say it ended like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-5919036653371913594?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/5919036653371913594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=5919036653371913594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/5919036653371913594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/5919036653371913594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU!!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-7414868350223295206</id><published>2009-12-29T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:59:19.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace.</title><content type='html'>Rest in peace, James Owen "The Rev" Sullivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A7X won't be the same without you. The world of metal has lost one hell of a drummer, songwriter, musician and visionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420657285055770802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SzoLFLTh8LI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zYQSRba85_M/s320/revsullivan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-7414868350223295206?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/7414868350223295206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=7414868350223295206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7414868350223295206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7414868350223295206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/12/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SzoLFLTh8LI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zYQSRba85_M/s72-c/revsullivan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-7586423380795460777</id><published>2009-11-13T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:34:09.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sucky Day.</title><content type='html'>Today was extremely screwed up. Woke up late, freakin tired. Got to school, realized I forgot something which I left at home. Went up to the hall, suddenly felt my knee hurt like shit. The pain then spread to my calf. Later on, someone quit. I was reduced to a psycho on a scolding rampage. For many Lower Secs pissed me off today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm banned from walking. How retarded is that? Ok, a self-imposed ban but nonetheless, it sucks. I wanna rest my knee for handball, see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But none of all this can be compared. To this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry either way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came close to falling down the stairs. Soon after realized the elevator was a better option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-7586423380795460777?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/7586423380795460777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=7586423380795460777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7586423380795460777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7586423380795460777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/11/sucky-day.html' title='A Sucky Day.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-8770980706131651705</id><published>2009-11-09T02:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:23:15.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi!!</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYONE!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize for my long absence from the blogosphere! But I'm back! For however short a period time, but for now, I'M BACK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, for the biggest event that life has catapulted my way since the last time I blogged and now, has to be the Prefects' Langkawi Trip! It was AWESOME! HAHA! I hadn't had so much fun in a LOOOOOOOOONG time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, first we gathered at school on Thursday night. I was late as usual, but at least I was earlier than WEES KIIS! HEHE! &lt;b&gt;SHE &lt;/b&gt;was &lt;b&gt;LAST!&lt;/b&gt; Anyway, we were split into groups and I was in the same group as half of the Camwhore Gang! Namely Giselle and Yaggy. Haha Chi-E was in some other not-so-cool group xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, I sat with Chi-E on the bus and we traveled OVERNIGHT all the way to Langkawi. The only breaks were toilet breaks. Haha and well, I couldn't sleep at all, thus the super-tiredness of me when we arrived at the jetty. I was FREAKIN tired. But then, if you know me, you'd know that when I get very little sleep, first I'll be damn tired, then I'll become the complete antithesis and become VERY VERY VERY hyper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And true enough, I became VERY VERY VERY hyper! HAHAH! But on the ferry I just HAD to sleep, while everyone else was watching Jangan Pandang Belakang Congkak. Wth. So we reached Langkawi Island and I have to say, I was pretty impressed! I never thought Langkawi would be so... picturesque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to the zoo. BLABLABLA. Went to Galleria Perdana showcasing Mahathir's cool shit. BLABLABLA. Went to Oriental Village. The scenery at the peaks were SOOOO NICE. Got back to the hotel, played volleyball and football. Went for dinner and shopping. Came back to hotel. Died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha I guess the lack of sleep from the bus ride caught up with me and I went to bed super early! The next day, Jon (my roomie!) and I got up late. heheheh! And we went ISLAND HOPPING! The islands were pretty awesome! VERY nice scenery and the beaches were pretty clean! And we watched eagles feeding too! But the highlight of it all was probably the boat ride, when many of us climbed onto the deck and just relaxed and let the wind blow into our faces. FUYOH. Quite syok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for lunch and shopping and other stuff, during which Chi-E was COMPLETELY RETARDED and slapped me SEVERAL TIMES. Giselle didn't bother to help me. She just stood by the side and laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But perhaps the highlight of the entire trip was the watching of "Orphan"! Shit man. It's probably the freakiest movie I've ever watched. I think The Ring and Shutter were nowhere near as freaky. HAHA! Petunia the Chicken was hiding behind the pillow and grabbing onto Prettyful's arm, which scared the shit out of Prettyful, while Putiful sat unwavering and unscared, or so we think. Haha Peter sat like a man and DID NOT scream throughout the whole show. OK, maybe once or twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Well, the next day we went home. Sad sad. Here are the pics of the ENDEAVOUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SvcT0-uZ_1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/2k0p2xEGUXA/s320/DSC01664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401808078965964626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SvcTz0NkutI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bDhq5ILjA-I/s320/DSC01618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401808058964032210" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SvcXutjFk0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/1x7OZZHERog/s320/DSC01856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401812369322382146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SvcXuI_h_RI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-ZkP4-rPEjM/s1600-h/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SvcXuI_h_RI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-ZkP4-rPEjM/s320/DSC01842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401812359509572882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SvcXtqcz7TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WmKM9YwS9J8/s1600-h/DSC01834.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SvcaXQPxWkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/17SKH_qLyZg/s1600-h/DSC02297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SvcaXQPxWkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/17SKH_qLyZg/s320/DSC02297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401815264854628930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zyang. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Wish you guys were there. Especially you.&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/8749297432984276549-8770980706131651705?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/8770980706131651705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=8770980706131651705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8770980706131651705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8770980706131651705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/11/langkawi.html' title='Langkawi!!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SvcT0-uZ_1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/2k0p2xEGUXA/s72-c/DSC01664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-1901842301253111974</id><published>2009-10-06T12:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:00:03.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sweet 16th!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday! =) Have a great one! You're 16. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389340965482435234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SsrJDd0KkqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RfbG7eb0XVA/s400/DSC01545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IlyK. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zyang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-1901842301253111974?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/1901842301253111974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=1901842301253111974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1901842301253111974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1901842301253111974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-sweet-16th.html' title='Happy Sweet 16th!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SsrJDd0KkqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RfbG7eb0XVA/s72-c/DSC01545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-3528027518183201957</id><published>2009-09-25T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T03:17:44.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of Late Night "Studying"</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! I'm studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually ah, I'm on Skype with Ivan and Rae. HAHAHAH!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-3528027518183201957?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/3528027518183201957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=3528027518183201957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3528027518183201957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3528027518183201957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/09/chronicles-of-late-night-studying.html' title='Chronicles of Late Night &quot;Studying&quot;'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-4112917673321462799</id><published>2009-09-13T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:04:44.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back!!</title><content type='html'>HEY RAE! WELCOME BACK!!! =D Sucks that you came back right before our exams... But heck! We're glad that you're back!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-4112917673321462799?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/4112917673321462799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=4112917673321462799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4112917673321462799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4112917673321462799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back!!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-7741289383706546322</id><published>2009-09-07T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:28:22.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back By Popular Demand!</title><content type='html'>Due to the overwhelming calls for me to update, I have unwillingly obliged! For I must please my readers!&lt;br /&gt;If you thought that the first line as well as the title was COMPLETELY syok sendiri, you're absolutely correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the truth of the matter is, compared to before, life is treating me PRETTY WELL =D ahahah besides a few minor bumps, life's been SMOOTH-SAILING =D so far anyway. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are COMING! AND YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! The nerd in Zyang shall live and walk this Earth again! I'm gonna eat studying, breathe studying, sleep studying and shit studying! Ok, maybe only three of those. I'll let you decide which three =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in case some of you don't know, our exams got BROUGHT FORWARD. YES. I KNOW. LESS TIME TO STUDY. AND I CAN'T FREAKIN' GO FOR THE ATP MALAYSIAN OPEN. WTH?!! STUPID! Oh well. Longer post exams then =) 4W is going to own! MUAAHAHHAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's happened between the last time I blogged until now...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Interact Farewell,&lt;br /&gt;2)Prefects' Farewell,&lt;br /&gt;3)Interact Installation,&lt;br /&gt;4)Setia Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Good!&lt;br /&gt;2) Better!&lt;br /&gt;3) Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;4) Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! Well considering I played for the B team instead of the A team, wasn't really a surprise that we lost! Though we REALLY SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN TO AT LEAST THE QUARTERS. Aiya nvm lah =P CONGRATS TO THE A TEAM! FOR GETTING THE CUP BACK AFTER FOUR LONG YEARS! =D without me though this time xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was a rather pathetic attempt at a blog post. HAHA! But I be very sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT READERS! =D May your lives not be filled with ammonia, for it seriously stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-7741289383706546322?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/7741289383706546322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=7741289383706546322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7741289383706546322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7741289383706546322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='Back By Popular Demand!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-1943503337827223601</id><published>2009-08-16T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:05:56.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV World Stage!</title><content type='html'>Omg. Damn awesome. OFFICIALLY the BEST concert I've been to! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-1943503337827223601?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/1943503337827223601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=1943503337827223601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1943503337827223601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1943503337827223601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/08/mtv-world-stage.html' title='MTV World Stage!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-2096465179572425828</id><published>2009-08-15T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:36:10.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Avalanche.</title><content type='html'>I feel alive beside you,&lt;br /&gt;And all at once I am whole again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fall into each other,&lt;br /&gt;Your atmosphere is all I'm breathing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this rush, we are crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry me down.&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;'cause I can't remember ever falling this hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swept up in this emotion,&lt;br /&gt;We fumble through and make the same mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;As we are led to the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alive beside you,&lt;br /&gt;And all at once I am whole again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashing down, in your avalanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; For you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-2096465179572425828?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/2096465179572425828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=2096465179572425828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2096465179572425828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2096465179572425828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-your-avalanche.html' title='In Your Avalanche.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-3594641023075176198</id><published>2009-07-19T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:10:57.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mistake.</title><content type='html'>We promised ourselves that it wouldn't happen. Or at least I did. I don't know about the two of you, but I think it sucks really hard. Maybe you'll take it all in your stride, maybe you feel the same way. I'm sorry we all let it happen anyway. Maybe we're all just too busy with our lives to notice it all slowly crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-3594641023075176198?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/3594641023075176198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=3594641023075176198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3594641023075176198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3594641023075176198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/07/mistake.html' title='The Mistake.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-8650562881757839694</id><published>2009-07-15T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:07:31.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Hell.</title><content type='html'>You've made your point, for the third time, now move on and quit picking up on that same, old incident. It only reflects your immaturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there are better ways to attack someone. And frankly, I think you should be embarrassed. So save yourself the trouble and get off my case. Get involved, instead of scolding people who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;giving their all while you scream and squeal your ass off at every minor slip-up. Because all you're doing is throwing away your credibilty and earning yourself enemies and haters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FO. Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-8650562881757839694?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/8650562881757839694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=8650562881757839694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8650562881757839694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8650562881757839694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-hell.html' title='What The Hell.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-2544274234836809519</id><published>2009-07-04T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:59:29.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constants.</title><content type='html'>While life's spinning into pandemonium, sometimes all we need are constants.&lt;br /&gt;Unchanging, reliable. Always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT CONSTANTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my life is REALLY going kinda crazy now. Scratch that. I don't just want constants. I want to do something stupid, just for the sake of it, though nowadays I just can't seem to be able to. And for my hyperness to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be my constant in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-2544274234836809519?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/2544274234836809519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=2544274234836809519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2544274234836809519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2544274234836809519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/07/constants.html' title='Constants.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-2967331002834215539</id><published>2009-06-10T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:26:45.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Down Under!</title><content type='html'>Hullo everyone! How are you all?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I want to tell you all in KL to PLEASE APPRECIATE THE HEAT! IT'S FREAKIN COLD HERE!! I HAVE TO WEAR FOUR LAYERS JUST TO KEEEP MY BLOOD LIQUID! Ok, maybe not. But seriously. It's damn cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyway the food here is AWESOME and I've been stuffing myself like a pig! Haha but the food is SOMEWHAT keeping me warmer so it's okay. RIGHT? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I got to go now. Bye readers! I'll be back Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sorry. You have every right to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-2967331002834215539?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/2967331002834215539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=2967331002834215539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2967331002834215539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2967331002834215539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/06/greetings-from-down-under.html' title='Greetings from Down Under!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-682877592734069982</id><published>2009-06-06T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T03:11:56.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply!</title><content type='html'>Can't wait for what's to come in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;I will, but I wish you'd come.&lt;br /&gt;And so will I. =)&lt;br /&gt;I always have. Always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back! *Terminator theme music*&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-682877592734069982?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/682877592734069982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=682877592734069982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/682877592734069982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/682877592734069982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/06/reply.html' title='Reply!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-1812163835491685836</id><published>2009-05-25T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:00:43.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Crying.</title><content type='html'>I'm not crying.&lt;br /&gt;It's just been raining on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I've just been cutting onions,&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;For one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just a little dust in my eye,&lt;br /&gt;It's from the path that you made when you say said your goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't weeping 'cause you won't be here to hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;For your information there's an inflamation in my tear gland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not upset because you left me this way,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are just a little sweaty today.&lt;br /&gt;They've been looking around a lot , searching for you.&lt;br /&gt;They've been looking for you, even though I told them not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These aren't tears of sadness, they're tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha-ha, haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at this table called love,&lt;br /&gt;Staring down at the irony of life.&lt;br /&gt;How come we've reached this fork in the road,&lt;br /&gt;and yet it cuts like a knife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love Flight of the Conchords!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-1812163835491685836?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/1812163835491685836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=1812163835491685836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1812163835491685836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1812163835491685836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-crying.html' title='I&apos;m Not Crying.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-6431864680818805483</id><published>2009-05-16T00:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:32:58.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seize the Day.</title><content type='html'>Our favourite place we used to go.&lt;br /&gt;The warm embrace that no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;The loving look that's left your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost easy to see the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want it, come get it. Because it's not going to fall from the sky. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't wanna die alone, without you here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-6431864680818805483?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/6431864680818805483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=6431864680818805483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6431864680818805483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6431864680818805483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/05/seize-day.html' title='Seize the Day.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-6013786950615574493</id><published>2009-05-09T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:48:42.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blissful 6 Months / Fateful 48 Hours.</title><content type='html'>I love it! It's so COOL!! XD Thanks Kwans! You actually know how to choose basketballs! =D But now my present seems pretty meagre next to yours! Damn. Haha but thank you, nonetheless! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy anniversary hon! 6 months is still way too short a time. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333835391346872818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SgWXB0-jEfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2Et-c7OvWIE/s320/DSC01030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cool shot eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;About 24 hours later, I get another present. =D Though not a material one, but a meaningful one. Something I'd been eyeing for quite a while. So thanks to YOU too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6 months/half a year/182 days. I'm pretty sure you got it right. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-6013786950615574493?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/6013786950615574493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=6013786950615574493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6013786950615574493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6013786950615574493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/05/blissful-6-months-fateful-48-hours.html' title='Blissful 6 Months / Fateful 48 Hours.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SgWXB0-jEfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2Et-c7OvWIE/s72-c/DSC01030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-2040957327421387780</id><published>2009-05-02T02:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:26:27.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Dilemma.</title><content type='html'>I want it. It's a good thing, a great thing really. But drastic changes are imminent. Changes for the worse. Or for the better? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But most of all, it's not going to be fair to you, nor to everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-2040957327421387780?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/2040957327421387780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=2040957327421387780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2040957327421387780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2040957327421387780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-dilemma.html' title='In a Dilemma.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-8338900909462692517</id><published>2009-04-20T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:20:07.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See You Soon! =D</title><content type='html'>Come back soon Rae!! =D I'll organize something properly next time! HEHE! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-8338900909462692517?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/8338900909462692517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=8338900909462692517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8338900909462692517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8338900909462692517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/04/see-you-soon-d.html' title='See You Soon! =D'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-5555304429334218068</id><published>2009-04-19T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:13:21.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy Pal! =D</title><content type='html'>IT'S THE 17TH OF APRIL!!! Well, it WAS, anyway. Just yesterday. Well, TECHNICALLY two days ago, but heck =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THUS it was the birthday of KHARENEE KOH ZHI XIN!! One of my bestest pals ever! =D And so, in this very public blog (or so I like to think), I'd like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY KHARENEE!! YOU'RE FINALLY 16!!! Now we can watch 16 and above movies!! If there is such a movie rating. Hehe =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kharenee gave me a REALLY sweet birthday post on my 16th birthday, so I'm gonna return the favour. Not because I have to, but because I want to. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll start about how I met Kharenee. We were in Standard 6 in the... Don't know how to describe, school in KL, Kuen Cheng (2)!! So yeah, I kept hearing Kharenee's name being spoken by the girls in my class and I was like, who's that? Hehe, so one day, she adds me in MSN, and somehow, we couldn't stop talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe! And the topics we talked and talked and talked about in Strd 6 were.. rather inappropriate for our age at the time =P but heck right!? It brought us together! So come Form One, coincidentally she came to WMS too!! So yeah, we continued to talk and talk and talk... until something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SUSPENSE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, things went back to normal, after a brief period of silence. Anyway, Kharenee and I became closer and I confided EVERYTHING in her. Like EVERYTHING. Haha, I even dubbed her my living diary! So yeah, even if she didn't FULLY confide in me. But it's okay =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I felt comfortable telling her stuff. Stuff that I wouldn't tell anyone else, save maybe Rong, Jen, Ken, and Juin. Though I can't really remember ALL the stuff I told her, since I told her A LOT. So almost every night, I'd stay up late, with my room lights off as a ruse, then I'd go online and chat with her for VERY VERY VERY long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Form Two and later Form Three, nothing really changed between us and we still chatted A LOT. Thennnnnnnnnnn, Kharenee one day told me that she was gonna transfer to a different school! WTH MAN?! So yeah! I was pretty sad, but the gravity of the whole thing didn't really strike me until the day before she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her last day in WMS. Gee I remember it. I was DAMN EMO. Laura and Kaisin were going around with a videocam but they captured the PRE-EMONESS of Zyang. hahha! So yeah, Kharenee is SO FAR the first and only girl to make me cry. Because I knew, that EVENTUALLY, inevitably, we'd drift and lose contact all together, and that would seriously SUCK. Well at least she's happy at SIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kharenee's one of those people who'd never hesitate to help a friend. In ANYTHING at all. Believe me she helped me a lot in a lot of stuff. We'd always hear out each other's ranting, no matter the problem. It's safe to say that at one point, she was the person I trusted most in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK enough with the emoness! Happy Birthday Kharenee!! Have a great one! Still miss having you around in WMS. Bye BuddyPal! =) You know I love you! And I know you love me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-5555304429334218068?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/5555304429334218068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=5555304429334218068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/5555304429334218068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/5555304429334218068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/04/buddy-pal-d.html' title='Buddy Pal! =D'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-2370542210095345550</id><published>2009-04-18T07:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:09:10.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>Life on the moon couldn't feel this far away.&lt;br /&gt;The life that I knew is through, and I'm gonna need you more than ever.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; So take the time to see what you mean to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-2370542210095345550?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/2370542210095345550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=2370542210095345550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2370542210095345550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2370542210095345550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-3827652090892881747</id><published>2009-04-15T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:33:47.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie.</title><content type='html'>Hold on to the past tense tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if you wait before you tear me apart.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; The look in your eye, looks a lot like goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-3827652090892881747?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/3827652090892881747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=3827652090892881747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3827652090892881747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3827652090892881747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/04/lie.html' title='Lie.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-4194453964483303450</id><published>2009-04-09T17:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:50:22.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Due to lack of sleep and pretty deep disappointment about some unrelated issue, this post is exactly 19 hours and 11 minutes late. Yes, I remember the exact time. =) And sorry I couldn't stay up! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Five months is way too short a time. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5th month! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Take me as I am, and I'll take you for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-4194453964483303450?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/4194453964483303450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=4194453964483303450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4194453964483303450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4194453964483303450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-5686114082993494073</id><published>2009-03-25T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:54:41.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post #3?</title><content type='html'>The one thing I depend on, is for us to stay strong. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-5686114082993494073?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/5686114082993494073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=5686114082993494073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/5686114082993494073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/5686114082993494073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/03/short-post-3.html' title='Short Post #3?'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-3297196349632476215</id><published>2009-03-15T23:16:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:10:46.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Farewell.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, well technically two days ago, I bade farewell to my sister, Zhi-Yen and my cousin, Lu-Min. They were off to Australia to further their studies and well, yeah I became EXTREMELY, uncharacteristically emo. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;So, the Low Clan converged at KLIA to wish them all the best and good luck, to study hard and resist temptations that riddle the world outside the bubble of protection unconditionally provided by our parents, grandparents and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU SEE THE EMO-NESS STILL HASN'T WORN OFF. And yeah, I cried. Yes, Zyang the Uncrying, cried. You wouldn't know how it feels to watch your buddy pass through the immigration lines and walk the path leading towards the terminal, until she finally disappears out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, this is a farewell post dedicated to my elder sister, Zhi-Yen and cousin, Lumin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gee, this is becoming a habit. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Known to me as Jie, Ah Ji, Ah Jie, or Jie Jie, my sis has always been there for me. Though we used to fight A LOT when we were younger, when my Dad would force us to hug and make up even though we'd still feel like killing each other, as we grew older we and our younger sis bonded like a regular gang would, just with three members with pretty the same name. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jie would always help me solve my problems, be it with schoolwork, schoolwork, or schoolwork. Kidding! =P she'd help me with EVERYTHING. and ANYTHING. I think. There are some things I haven't asked for her help with =D when I was emo and angry and all, she'd comfort me and offer solutions to my problems. Though they were usually sound advice, being the stubborn dumbass that I am, sometimes I didn't listen, and eventually paid for it. Oops =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'd tell her almost everything. Hehe notice almost =P hahaha a guy's gotta have his secrets right? ehehe! She's like my buddy, one of my closest friends. I trust her with most stuff, though there was THAT ONE TIME when she slipped =P but I don't blame you Jie! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flashback umpteen years ago! My sister would always, and I mean ALWAYS try to beat me! At ANYTHING and EVERYTHING! Profound one-upmanship you could call it =P and she usually did beat me at stuff. Most stuff anyway. =P She craved the attention that my parents showered me with. &gt;=D *haha I'm kidding myself* xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a nerd, something I think she's quite proud of, as am I, she would study and study and study. Needless to say she excelled in the exams, setting a high bar for me. But instead of trying to maintain her dominance, she pushed me to excel. Thanks Jie =D and beat her I did! Sometimes anyway. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, my music buddy. The piano whiz she is, she always chuan me with her scary skills. But nvm, my guitar owns hers. HEHE! But we'd always jam random stuff, and it's cool! For me anyway. I don't think she particularly enjoys it, but heck =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lumin, you could say that she too, was a sister figure to me. Since the six of us grew up together, we were all like siblings, and her being the eldest of the "gang" xD, I guess I looked up to her as I did my own sister. One of the One Tree Hill-ing buddies, we spent endless hours watching the show =P haha fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I need to be sleeping now, I'm going to climb mountain with Yeye tomorrow in like 6 hours. HEHE! Well, here's a few thousand words for you to feast your eyes on. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313453706238129794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/Sb0t_nLOdoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rKml6-ehCss/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313455218660285842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/Sb0vXpYxHZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bjHLHgofX9A/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313456219891066514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/Sb0wR7QyZpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/M4AXiT1YdsE/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313457021706826674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/Sb0xAmQj87I/AAAAAAAAAGk/PyCk-La-1H4/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313457909793347682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/Sb0x0So42GI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jmvzkQOjfwU/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313460195303880546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/Sb0z5U1D92I/AAAAAAAAAHE/R0ppZfP6RSo/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313458565688708242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/Sb0yaeChzJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hqFJYJNoFRg/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313459487563523458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/Sb0zQISnJYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mBioJsIrcIQ/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313460888824082210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/Sb00hsZKbyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yW7A6ntgOUo/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313461470808529058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/Sb01DkdEWKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/L9MMarspTUs/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you already. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zyang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-3297196349632476215?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/3297196349632476215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=3297196349632476215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3297196349632476215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3297196349632476215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/03/hardest-farewell.html' title='The Hardest Farewell.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/Sb0t_nLOdoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rKml6-ehCss/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-9061178124461758869</id><published>2009-03-07T15:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:00:37.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Studying Readers!</title><content type='html'>I laugh at myself, as these tears roll down. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because it's the world I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-9061178124461758869?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/9061178124461758869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=9061178124461758869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/9061178124461758869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/9061178124461758869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-studying-readers.html' title='Happy Studying Readers!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-9199592613755305624</id><published>2009-02-28T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:47:15.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Recap!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am completely aware that I'm a useless blogger. I know I've been neglecting this blog but what the hell, not many readers anyway. But I appreciate my readers =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I guess I should provide you guys with a PRETTY long post considering the PRETTY long period of inactivity. Plus there's gonna be MORE inactivity coming up since exams are coming. AND I'M NOT MY USUAL NERD SELF. I'M SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day! We Wesleyans had the most enjoyable event held on that day by complete coincidence! The Jogathon! Notice coincidence. NOTICE IT. Haha so yeah, I'm part of the Interact Club so I didn't get to run. So I was manning a WATER station! But it wasn't so bad. Albeit mosquitoes seem to be attracted to me like bees to honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was at the station with Keng Yee and Mdm. Farah Hani. Ya I'm PRETTY sure that's how you spell her name. So we killed time killing mosquitoes! Yes, I think I killed 10 that day! Ah Mi Tuo Fo! Haha but I left with MANY MANY bites. The people were doing the mosquito fogging just like 10 metres away but nooo, they didn't fog OUR area. Annoying-ness! And it seems we were WAY too liberal with our limited water supply. =D We ran out like halfway through. And the poor runners had no water. HHAHHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite an eventful day, I'd say. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Only after I'd left the place, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now switching to something which I remember less vaguely, Leadership Camp '09! Citing that this was my last year that I could take part in this annual do, I decided to join. So, for obvious reasons, everyone in the gang got seperated and split into different groups. I was in Group 3, Pisces. At the beginning, the only people I knew were Gui Ming, Zi Yang and Seow Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a good thing I got to know everyone else! The first day, well the first game everyone was obviously still kinda awkward and shy. But we warmed up to each other eventually, special thanks to our facilitators Su-Yen and De Lon! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games were UBER FUN! Know that I NEVER use that word, so it must have been PRETTY DAMN FUN! Good thing I went this year! PLUS, my group won! &gt;=P hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is CERTAINLY not a pretty long post but I need to study! Sorry loyal readers! School's pretty much been hell lately. Sports practice really IS hell! Partly my fault =P but heck. It's for Red House!!! Sejarah is making me swear, Bio is making me go "What the hell?" and Physics's all a blur. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And someone's making me REALLY pissed off. You know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving an enemy is easier than forgiving a friend. How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been far too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-9199592613755305624?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/9199592613755305624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=9199592613755305624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/9199592613755305624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/9199592613755305624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-recap.html' title='Life Recap!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-9010320992982778832</id><published>2009-02-15T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:02:38.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in The Life.</title><content type='html'>How else would you rather spend such a day? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Other than with the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-9010320992982778832?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/9010320992982778832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=9010320992982778832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/9010320992982778832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/9010320992982778832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in The Life.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-5808735408008590279</id><published>2009-01-30T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:46:12.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch It All Tumble Down.</title><content type='html'>This cold front might just silence a few hearts. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Or just my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-5808735408008590279?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/5808735408008590279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=5808735408008590279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/5808735408008590279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/5808735408008590279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/01/watch-it-all-tumble-down.html' title='Watch It All Tumble Down.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-1674067475023740724</id><published>2009-01-28T22:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:00:49.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to You. Or Rather, See You Soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate writing these farewell posts, they make me so damn depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, this second one I dare say is worse. We bade farewell to Rae on the 24th of January, as she departed for Melbourne, Australia to study Year 10 there. Unfortunately, most of us were not able to see her off at the airport, as it was WAY too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, Raelene Tan Yi Mei. What can I say about her? Haha truth be told I only got to know her AFTER I found out that she was going to Aus. SADNESS. Anyway, I sat next to her in Science last year, and to my amazement she could actually tahan my annoying-ness! Yes, you need a natural gift to tahan me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah, that's kinda where I got to know her at first. Then of course she was our class monitor, so YES we gave her a hard time but I'm sure she appreciates it as it has PROBABLY made her more tough. Right? =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehe so anyway, the time I got to know her best was when she, Juin, Qwei, Liksheng and I were working on the "Design A Dream Home" inter-class contest. MANY a happy time we had while fighting with Google Sketchup and our CRAZY high-ness when we found out we could RIP OFF other people's work on the Internet! HAHHAHHAHAH!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yes of course the BANG BANG game! In which I often killed Rae first =P Don't know why. EHHEHEH! And many other crazy moments including our crazy Signs games and all! That's where I VERY OFTEN heard her weirded squealing sound! HAHAHHAH!! UTTER FUNNINESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All that aside, I found Rae to be a great friend, someone you can always count on, someone always willing to listen, someone who would offer sound advice, albeit VERY sacarstic =P but sound advice still. Not having her in school just feels so different. Something missing you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I'd like to take this opportunity to ONCE AGAIN, wish Rae all the best, good luck adapting, and I sincerely hope you enjoy life in Melbourne! And gee, the Australian Open is going on there! Go watch lah Rae!! Eat more but don't grow fat, study hard but don't become a nerd! Save money but don't be a scrooge, be generous but don't be Oprah! =D Gee, I should be some inspirational writer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's to Rae, one of my best friends. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296351404105798930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SYBrim9eFRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QpB4s1snx7Y/s320/rae" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rae and I care for our skin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296351782836321986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SYBr4p13PsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CbFRG8RvFZc/s320/rae1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The only pic that has Rae and I together. I think. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296352080469070050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SYBsJ-nCkOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4fZM3gTn-50/s320/rae2" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cheese! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Zyang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-1674067475023740724?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/1674067475023740724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=1674067475023740724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1674067475023740724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/1674067475023740724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-to-you-or-rather-see-you-soon.html' title='Goodbye to You. Or Rather, See You Soon.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SYBrim9eFRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QpB4s1snx7Y/s72-c/rae' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-6125226601673044180</id><published>2009-01-11T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:25:23.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, Farewell.</title><content type='html'>Tonight we bid farewell to one Audrey Seng who is migrating to Australia. WHY?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll all miss her sorely and thus I intend to dedicate this post to Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only met Audrey in Form 2, I think. Anyway, I only got to know her in Form Three when she, DingSheng, Rebecca and I sat together for KH. And we spouted lots of useless crap but it was fun. And then the two of us got chosen to send our KH folios to the Ministry for something. *COUGHBECAUSEWEWERETHEBESTCOUGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, THUS, we spent QUITE A FEW HOURS in the KH room along with some other people who were doing the same thing. And yeah, that's probably where I got to know her most. And of course there were the MANY times we played senseless and hyper games in class along with the rest of the jakuns of 3L!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, there was the time when only the two of us (or rather the only two I knew of) wanted to join the school tennis team! And so yes we started talking about her beloved Federer and other tennis freak stuff! I still can't believe she went to watch him. I WANTED TO GO! And everytime Federer loses (which is becoming pretty frequent, Audrey!), she'd complain to me and trash talk his opponent. HEHEH! Sore loser! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the surprise party for her at Peggy's house! (Not very successful!) Haha, yes we sang karaoke and went SUPER crazy! She can actually sing Mariah Carey's songs! What the hell! And getting lost in Peggy's backyard! Haha it's a freaking JUNGLE! Haha yes, we had lots of fun that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, tonight she's getting on an aeroplane, and I don't know when she'll be back again. Or maybe in 11 months =P Anyway, all the best to you, Audrey! Hope you fit right in there and enjoy your new life free of the troubles ever so rife here in Malaysia. You know what I'm talking about, Audrey! And remember to keep in contact with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll be sorely missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290040855916966898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SWoAIXA78_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/PWVpGGvLcz8/s320/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In life, there's never really a "goodbye", only a "see you soon".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zyang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-6125226601673044180?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/6125226601673044180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=6125226601673044180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6125226601673044180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6125226601673044180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-long-farewell.html' title='So Long, Farewell.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SWoAIXA78_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/PWVpGGvLcz8/s72-c/IMG_0803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-5887321907517829911</id><published>2009-01-03T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:14:27.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sixteen!</title><content type='html'>The more un-MTV stlyed ones. Just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at like 8!! Which in my holiday universe is pretty freaking early. Haha only had like 5 hours of sleep. Something I would regret later! Ajourned to Juin's house, and talked and crapped for awhile with Ivan and Juin, then left for SUNWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, FLASHBACK! This trip was organized to celebrate Juin's and my sixteenth birthday! Though it didn't coincide with mine, it was just four days off. And since they're so close together and we're so kiamsiap, we had a joint sweet sixteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we arrived there late, but we were the first to arrive! So we waited for Quinnie to come and arrange the hotel reservations and stuff. Then Chris, Stan, Ivan, Weijun, Juin, Quinnie and I made our way to Sunway Lagoon! As we were lining up, Rae and Joey appeared! Just in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much negotiating and lining up in the wrong line, we finally got into the famed theme park, our usual haunt for our annual theme park outings. I had an absolute blast in there! I think we spent like 6 hours in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then upon leaving the park, I heard someone calling me. Turns out it was Xyang and Sheng! They were outside the gates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheng: WE'VE BEEN HERE FOR THREE AND A HALF HOURS YOU KNOW?!!&lt;br /&gt;Zyang: Why didn't you just buy a ticket and come in?&lt;br /&gt;Xyang: We scared you bought for us adi mahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, maybe we should have called them and told them that earlier! Oh well, we then went to Pyramid Tower where we would be holding up for the night. After Quinnie's dad settled everything (Thanks!), we bid farewell to Stan and Chris, who both were SUPPOSED to leave two hours before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into the hotel room, bathed (which took REALLY LONG to get everyone to start doing), decided on the venue for our dinner that night (which took even longer), and went! Then we made our way to Sunway Pyramid, which is linked to the hotel. It took us FOREVER to find the freaking restaurant, but by all means it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi Zanmai was really a surprise! The food was good and it was pretty affordable! Much to my relief, since I was VERY hungry up to the point where I became a little cranky. Sorry guys =P 11 people and the bill amounted to RM160+. Imagine that, in a pretty upscale Japanese restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;While we were eating, JEN CAME! And we played LOADS of stupid but fun games and riddles! I tell you I don't think I'd ever been sooo frustrated! Haha but it was DAMN fun! Especially when I frustrated THE REST! Hehehhehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wholesome dinner, we went to the cinema to buy tickets for "Bedtime Stories". The one with the hamsap guy Adam Sandler. With 40 minutes to kill, we spent 10 minutes mulling over whether or not we should go back to the hotel, another 10 minutes to get moving, but a second to decide, "Neh, lazy walk lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha then the clock struck 12 and the girls screamed birthday wishes and the guys.. just wished. =P To one of my dearest friends, Low Xiao Juin! Definitely one of the most supportive and helpful yet helpless and hopeless people I've ever met, she's one of me best friends and also my braintrust! Also one of the nicest people you'll ever know. So Happy 16th Birthday, Juin! You're now the oldest person among the 20! But I'll be there soon. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie was pretty okay, and after that we walked the long walk back to the hotel where Juin and I became absolutely DEAD. Two of us just collapsed on the bed (different beds!), and I closed my eyes waiting for sleep to take over. But the lights went off and the firey light of the wavering flames of the birthday candles were all that lit the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest broke out into song while Juin and I enjoyed it as I kinda blushed. Though no one could see in the dim lighting. Wished our wishes and blew the flames out. It's safe to say that I was pretty damn happy! Ate the cake, which was Secret Recipe's Chocolate Mud Cake. It was SOOOOOOO sweet. Haha, I couldn't have a second piece and if you know me that's kinda unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, we talked and crapped and played our hyper and stupid games! Since we were WAY too tired, we tweaked the Dare Game to become the Truth Game. Yes, boring you would think, but I feel more enlightened now. Then we "wrestled" which resulted in me falling hard on my ass. =P Thanks Sheng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and we watched "Mean Girls" from Quinnie's iPod. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; favourite movie! Anyway, we soon got hungry and we went to 7-11 at like 5 something in the morning, ate, then went BACK there again to buy poker cards at like 7 something! After a few rounds of Bluff/Cheat/Lie/Bullshit I just couldn't take it anymore. I'd been awake for exactly 24 hours and I collapsed into a deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke, the rest except Weijun, Juin, Rae and I had gone to ice-skate and came back. So we checked out, waited for some to go home, then Weijun, Juin and I explored Sunway Pyramid, in search of Weijun's slippers which he swore to buy but didn't =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Juin's dad picked us up (Thanks!), and we went to her place yet again. We were damn tired but we still managed to be hyper for a little while, talking and crapping and cam-whoring like the crazy people we are. After a while I went home with Weijun, dropped him off and went home. And that concluded my sweet sixteen. And it rocked. Like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pics are with the birthday girl so I don't have any to post. Sorry! Maybe next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were there, then things would have been utterly perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it already came pretty damn close. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-5887321907517829911?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/5887321907517829911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=5887321907517829911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/5887321907517829911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/5887321907517829911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-sixteen.html' title='Sweet Sixteen!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-7583532914872871333</id><published>2009-01-01T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:53:56.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts Before The Afterthought.</title><content type='html'>So it's a pre-thought! HEHE APPROXIMATELY 12 HOURS BEFOREHAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha THEY WERE HAPPY THOUGHTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got SEVEN A'S FOR PMR!!! MUAHAHAHAA!!! My dream for the past three years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relief blossomed, but more pride and LOOK-AT-ME-I-PAWNED-PMR-ness! Though honestly I was kinda expecting it. But why jinx it eh? =P And for those who know me personally, you would probably know my really retarded studying habits. And you'd probably go like "What the hell?" if I missed my BM. Or anything for that matter =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, deep down I'm a nerd who DOES give shit about my exams. Actually I give A LOT of shit. Add the my natural kiasu-ness and you've got this super nerd who won't stop studying. I even read a blog by some Munsyi Dewan to get BM tips. AND GUESS WHAT! IT WORKED! Haha &gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to all those who did well, congratulations extended! And to those who did ok, there's always SPM to own &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gots to go! Bye readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you know you did. Before. Don't pretend that you didn't. &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-7583532914872871333?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/7583532914872871333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=7583532914872871333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7583532914872871333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7583532914872871333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts-before-afterthought.html' title='Thoughts Before The Afterthought.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-7754208044946126550</id><published>2008-12-31T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:30:44.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Afterthought.</title><content type='html'>Was it the right thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely the chivalrous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But chivalry at what cost? And of what repercussions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad everything's cleared up and done with. Another chapter of my life finally sealed, under lock and key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heck, it's not as if I don't have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =D and &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;I wouldn't give up for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-7754208044946126550?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/7754208044946126550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=7754208044946126550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7754208044946126550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7754208044946126550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/12/afterthought.html' title='The Afterthought.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-3729675016063961982</id><published>2008-12-24T21:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:57:34.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Down Under!</title><content type='html'>I'm back guys! I know you all missed me! You guy DID miss me right? Right? RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh, I didn't miss you guys either. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had the BEST time there! Went to the Gold Coast, the eastern part of Australia christened the surfer's paradise. On the first day, we went to Movie World! For those who don't know, it's not a movie exhibition thingy. It's a theme park! =D Had loads of fun, though the rides could have been more thrilling. I guess my expectations have risen! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I'd never say this, but my grandparents are cool. Especially my grandfather, who's like 70 something. HE WENT ON SUPERMAN! HAHHA HOW COOL IS THAT?! I think we've hooked him on roller coasters! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then! The next day, we went to this REALLY ulu place called Binna Burra. It's somewhere in the forest on a mountain. REALLY high up on the mountain. Anyway we went there for the flying fox, which was really kinda short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for a jungle trek through the.. er.. jungle. Haha the scenery was really cool and picturesque. With the mountain range covered in greenery and all. And there were huge rock formations and mini caves. Haha ideal cam-whoring spots! Which we did, A LOT. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, we all did something that I'd been wanting to do for a VERY long time. We went to learn to SURF! For $45 for two hours, it was PRETTY expensive. Anyway, the surf school had this guarantee. They said that you would be able to stand up on the board after just the first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND STAND UP I DID. MANY TIMES. For between 3 to 5 seconds each time. Hehe many wipe-outs I had. =P Haha in other words, I sucked. But heck! It was VERY fun! And VERY tiring. Yes, VERY TIRING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day, we ajourned to Brisbane city, the state capital. On the way there, we stopped off at the Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary. Quite the cool it was. Haha I LOVE koalas and kangaroos! Took many pictures, played with the kangaroos and had ice-cream. Then we continued our drive to Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving, we spent a LONG time finding the valet that was renting out bikes. Eventually finding it, we rode along the South Bank of Brisbane. Very relaxing and soothing in a weird way, considering it was in a city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, we went to the water theme park, Wet N' Wild! Haha quite fun!! WAYY better than our own Sunway Lagoon =P the lines were damn long though. Many of us got some serious sunburn! I tell you it was FREAKIN COLD, but we still got sunburn. No clouds to shelter us that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went shopping, and as usual the guys were bored stiff. The women and girls went loose and ran amuk as the guys sat around and stoned. Haha thankfully we had my uncle's canggih camera to play around with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we cousins decided not to sleep that night and sleep on the plane since we had to wake up at 5 am. So yeah we played poker til pretty late, but I could no longer tahan so I slept at 2 .30. However, things didn't go as planned as I watched like 4 movies on the plane. So I, in total had only 3 and a half hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that explains my current condition. I'M SICK. ON CHRISTMAS. Haha oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas readers! And Happy New Year! May you be bequeathed with an abundance of presents and blessings! And your Christmas tree be very awesome- looking! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss all of you, especially &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-3729675016063961982?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/3729675016063961982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=3729675016063961982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3729675016063961982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3729675016063961982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-down-under.html' title='Back from Down Under!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-7495613925749850942</id><published>2008-12-14T15:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:52:06.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstatic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After two years of waiting for it, working towards it, studying my ass off for it, begging for it, picking and choosing it, it is finally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! GLORY BE ME!!! AHAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAHAHHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279576553824704834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SUTS5z8z2UI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wlfxFv1wnFM/s320/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ibanez RGT 6EX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE it!! It's like my perfect axe!! First of all, it's black which is kinda a necessity for me =P it's got a tremolo! 24 frets, neck-thru! HEEEEEEEEEEE I'm hyperventilating just BLOGGING ABOUT IT! Then of course, the EMG's fitted in!! Whoa, I've never used them before but they're a lot beefier than the single-coils most use and the ones I've ever had experience playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279577152205852530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SUTTcpF_j3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/3JNjSz4NX9o/s320/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;EMG 81 and 85, and my fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And I absolutely LOVE the finish! It's black in normal lighting, but when light hits it, it kinda shimmers this awesome blue sandblasted finish. AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279578353889036306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SUTUiltlyBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NTPwU1Ck40M/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My other two loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inlays are pretty special too! They're dots but they're offset! HEHEHHEHEHHEHE!! And the rosewood fingerboard. Sigh. So nice, so smooth. :D And I got a Ibanez TBX amp to go with it. Which I, actually, have NO IDEA if it does the guitar justice, since it's my first electric =P Hehe maybe now you know why I've wanted it so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279579646600475426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SUTVt1cA8yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_nyONrLcMuc/s320/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks Ibanez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know, with all that hard work put in, getting something you really want is really worth it. Though sometimes things don't go exactly how you planned them to , ultimately, they actually do, since it's the end result that matters.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kinda like you and me, don't you think? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-7495613925749850942?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/7495613925749850942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=7495613925749850942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7495613925749850942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7495613925749850942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/12/ecstatic.html' title='Ecstatic!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SUTS5z8z2UI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wlfxFv1wnFM/s72-c/DSC00212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-3669805937342684560</id><published>2008-11-30T03:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:52:12.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of The Cause for My Oscar-Winning Performances</title><content type='html'>Haha, unfortunately no. I didn't get an Oscar for anything, nor am I going to reveal where and when and how my performance took place. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up obscenely early on Friday (10.30 a.m.), but I kept hammering my alarm clock, activating the snooze and allowing me some 15 more minutes for the 8 hours of sleep I had allocated for myself. HAIH. The willpower of me. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed up, got dressed, ate and went to Gardens to meet Chris and Joey. As usual, I was late. But seriously it wasn't my fault entirely! They shouldn't invent alarm clocks with snooze functions. It's just too... tempting. And heck, I love sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was "looking for them", actually looking for some restaurant I heard about. Listening to some A7X song on my iPod, I heard some jakun-ted noise from behind me. Hehe turns out that horrible sound originated from the two early birds =P across one of the several magical glass bridges in Gardens. (SKYVIEW HOOOOOOOOO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the sky lah! Ok, moving on. We walked to MV to have Mcd's! I seriously don't know why some people have a problem with eating at Mcd's. It's cheap and fast! And it's cheap! Haha, well let's just say I'm a pretty kiamsiap guy and I was saving for something special =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few phonecalls were made and I realized I was probably the LAST guy to reach the place, having just found out that the rest had been shopping in Gardens all along. Hehe oops. We WERE making our way to the place but we just kept bumping into aquaintances and buddies, i.e. Prthiv, Ivan, Stan, Amir and SHAMEER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having hurdled those "obstacles", we walked to Gardens and Chris and I bonded while the girls did what they did best, SHOP. It was the first time I'd seen you in a while. A sight for very sore eyes. Anyway, Chris and I eventually got bored, so we went to Lacoste, took one look at A price tag and left, went to some other shop I can't recall, then into Levi's and out again, back to Miss Sixty where the girls were and they were still in the changing room. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I'll never understand the shopping drive girls have. It's like... what drives guy to breathe. Instinct? I don't know! =P Anyway, after they were done, we went straight to the cinema, as we were ALMOST late. Bought some water, went in for Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was OKAY lah. But don't take my word for it. I didn't watch some parts. =D When a guy's gotta go, he's gotta go right? Haha after the movie we made our way to MV for the Quiksilver/Roxy sale! 50% off! Walao eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha for the first time in a long time, I spent money for stuff I didn't really need. The occasional indulgence is forgivable, no? Haha even then I failed to fathom the shopping drives of girls. As you would expect, the place was PACKED. People were LITERALLY standing shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I guess we fellow Malaysians can't stand to watch a bargain pass us by. Though 50% off some of the stuff still seemed hardly worth it. Considering my limited cash, I just got a pair of flip-flops, something I've wanted for a pretty long time, and a belt. All in all was about 70 bucks shaved off my wallet. PAINFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha thus my kiamsiapness is revealed! After that, went to Italiannies for dinner. Pretty nice, wasn't it? =D Haha it's a good thing we shared, had I eaten one plate to myself I would have died on the spot. Hmm, many firsts we share, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we just walked aimlessly around Gardens, entering every shop which took to our fancy. Though I knew I wasn't going to buy anything, I still enjoyed myself thoroughly. Maybe it was the mood the mall gave off, or maybe it was just the company. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much more walking and talking, one of us went home, so what was left of the group walked back to MV and went to MPH. The nerd in me prevailed and I found myself flipping through this architechtural book, maybe looking for some ideas to play around with in Sketchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, that concluded our day out. I went home and found that the mosquitoe bite on my neck had developed into some weird bruise-looking thing. Maybe I rubbed it too hard or something. Haha apparently it looks like a hickey &gt;=P Yes, you guys fell for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually enjoying reading Twilight. Pretty unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't do it &lt;em&gt;later&lt;/em&gt;.  So we'll do it &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-3669805937342684560?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/3669805937342684560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=3669805937342684560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3669805937342684560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3669805937342684560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-cause-for-my-oscar-winning.html' title='Of The Cause for My Oscar-Winning Performances'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-4443572342511174884</id><published>2008-11-20T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:46:57.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kena Tagged, Yet Again.</title><content type='html'>Pass the quiz to 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kwans&lt;br /&gt;2. Xyang&lt;br /&gt;3. Jen&lt;br /&gt;4. Ivan&lt;br /&gt;5. Juin&lt;br /&gt;6. Stan&lt;br /&gt;7. Sanyap&lt;br /&gt;8. Sheng&lt;br /&gt;9. Kharenee&lt;br /&gt;10. Maeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is no.6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Er... Me? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is no. 9 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;VERY MUCH a female!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If no. 7 and no. 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Er... my brain won't allow me to imagine that couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is no. 2 studying? After high school?&lt;br /&gt;The art of jumping and growing tall. HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When was the last time you had a chat with no. 3?&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, in Genting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What genre of music does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Emo, girl songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Would you ever woo no. 3?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, maybe... *hamsap face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How about no. 7?&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I think. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Same as me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's the hobby of no. 10?&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOGRAPHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Does no.5 and no.9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where is no.2 studying?&lt;br /&gt;In hell. WMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Say something casual about no.1.&lt;br /&gt;She's the best =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever tried developing feelings for no.6?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, reciprocated feelings! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where does no.9 live?&lt;br /&gt;Next door to MV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What color does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;Shit brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are no. 5 and no. 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks! Though they kinda got divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no. 7 the most talented person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the most talented crapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, doing these tags is somewhat boredom-relieving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-4443572342511174884?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/4443572342511174884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=4443572342511174884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4443572342511174884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4443572342511174884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/11/kena-tagged-yet-again.html' title='Kena Tagged, Yet Again.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-3590094381613503108</id><published>2008-11-19T18:23:00.047+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T04:07:18.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure in the Clouds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PMR's over and done with. Books and pens are a thing of the not-so-distant past. Some of us have forgotten how to write. What do you do when you're in such a predicament? *Ahem* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GO TO GENTING WITH YOUR BUDDIES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 417 (almost) vacation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some confusion about the bus departure, we eventually reached Genting at about 2, checked in, and went to First World Plaza to HYPER! The highlight was the Haunted House, which wasn't really haunted nor scary. I just screamed for the fun of it. Really. No, seriously. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After much walking around and arcading, we went to the hotel and picked up Kong. Then we went for dinner at HAPPY VALLEY! Haha what a name, considering it was at the peak of a mountain. Though we &lt;strong&gt;were&lt;/strong&gt; pretty happy. Many thanks to SanYap/Syap/Yaspan/ShiningMoon for the 30% discount voucher thingy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went back to the hotel to gamble. I won 4 bucks! Though I've yet to collect my winnings, I doubt I ever will. Then, after bathing, we went to the cinema, at 11.15 pm, to watch "The Coffin". I didn't even have a say in the movie choice! When I was informed they bought a ticket for me, I was like, what the hell? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but honestly it wasn't that scary at all! Heck, Ivan and Stan fell asleep! Though some &lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE &lt;/strong&gt;*ahemJenandXyang* were scared shitless. It didn't really matter that it was 1 something when the movie ended, since most of us were still super hyper. But I, due to the little sleep I got the night before, talking to her, was EXTREMELY exhausted. Sanyap and Derrick too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we broke off from the group and headed back to the hotel for some shut-eye. And Kong mysteriously went off somewhere to "walk walk". HEHE! Wonder what he meant by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After about an hour, the rest of the guys came back from their "Candyland", and wreaked havoc in the hotel room. But I was just too damn tired to join in. So after a while, Sanyap and I left the room and went to sleep with Kong. ON A DIFFERENT BED, of course. Ah, utter silence and bliss from the next hotel room where don't know what was going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we all woke up like zombies, and had little energy. Sanyap and I had about 3 hours of sleep, while the others had about 1. Haha even so, I too was a zombie. But when we're all together it doesn't take long for us to return to hyper-ness. Thus, we ventured to the theme park! After having MarryBrown's for breakfast, which was surprisingly pretty scrumptious, we bought our tickets and went loose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on the Swinger, the Go-Karts, the Flying Coaster and others, but for me the best was the Space Shot. Being a chicken in the past, I'd never ridden on it before. But heck, I've conquered that fear =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As you would imagine, being hyper for long periods of time can lead to extreme fatigue, and while waiting for the Bumper Boats, many fell asleep or at least tried to, me included. I mean what kind of ride has a line an hour and 15 mins long?! But it was pretty worth it. =P We spent half the time in the boats bullying the sole non-417 person on the lake, a little 7/8 year old boy =D Haha we were freaking evil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having lunch, at MarryBrown's yet again, some left us, opting to go home and get some much needed rest. Xyang, Stan, Ivan, Weijun, and I opted to stay behind and play some more, while Derrick, who was sick, stayed in the hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After playing 'til about 6.23 pm, we left for the hotel to get our luggage and walked the long, ardous journey to the cable car station. By then I was pretty tired, and no one really talked much. After realizing the cable car and bus tickets were lost, we bought new ones and headed down the hill. Xyang and I then left for dinner with the family at our usual Gohtong Jaya haunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And that concluded our 417 Genting Trip! Reading about fun experiences can be pretty bland, so for the first time in this blog's history, it's going to have PICTURES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy the feast for your eyes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270352838170685426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQN-5gir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YlH9KRX48go/s320/P1080508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Four. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270360501772045794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQU8-pfTeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/77KIPlpL2sM/s320/P1080509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the hotel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270361614990872210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQV9xtijpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NbDVlGxRPQc/s320/P1080514.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The sign outside our room after our stay. Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270449860779566642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRmOW5F5jI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AIUjgb69TuQ/s320/P1080556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Outside the haunted house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270366342029393618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQaQ7TWPtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8NY0t6wxMB4/s320/P1080596.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Chilling in the hotel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270367198985970130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQbCztt4dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rffEvpaAbsc/s320/P1080608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dinner at Happy Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270368394248862914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQcIYamPMI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ff1LBnrEIKg/s320/P1080610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chris, Jedi Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270369239038621346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQc5jgK9qI/AAAAAAAAABM/T3rQ3ZmfuOQ/s320/P1080616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Posing in Happy Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270375546554090994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQios1DBfI/AAAAAAAAABU/-jJ4UNDCwaY/s320/P1080627.JPG" border="0" /&gt; In the lobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270392876352631362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQyZbW_ckI/AAAAAAAAABk/W-P6hUTjSPo/s320/P1080631.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270393319855506018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQyzPiUQmI/AAAAAAAAABs/33rXNtD_V6I/s320/P1080633.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The moon shines on the ShiningMoon. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394751361259890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQ0GkT4mXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WHcDMdv9Q_E/s320/P1080639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395784150518258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQ1CrwCCfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qCvUKVepaRk/s320/P1080650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reminiscing already?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270397377136200914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQ2faFajNI/AAAAAAAAACE/INSxGsky7Xo/s320/P1080654.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Genting 10, minus Jen who's taking the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270400699037973842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQ5gxIg_VI/AAAAAAAAACM/VCBvJTmcCHY/s320/P1080656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Er...us?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270413594219712354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRFPXbbD2I/AAAAAAAAACU/FomsWjBTjvM/s320/P1080657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270414577487411458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRGImYteQI/AAAAAAAAACc/lEei1ue_-xA/s320/P1080662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On the Swinger!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270417296707572418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRIm4RUUsI/AAAAAAAAACk/dZC0TKfeoXM/s320/P1080669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The complete Genting 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270418420510613666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRJoSw14KI/AAAAAAAAACs/ltLWYxGADaM/s320/P1080672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I didn't see that 'til we finished! Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270420598148822946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRLnDGP96I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BROA4w0zP_s/s320/P1080675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In line for the Space Shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270421624190451730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRMixZowBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/I5crURxP1dY/s320/P1080678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The holy threesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270422861442817746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRNqyhlntI/AAAAAAAAADE/Vpz5yJuo_Z4/s320/P1080679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pirated version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270423889227830946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSROmnUoVqI/AAAAAAAAADM/lfLyL3X3gzw/s320/P1080686.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Stan Tan the Tanned Man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270424657472820018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRPTVQgkzI/AAAAAAAAADU/hGgwf5G41bE/s320/P1080689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270427405055306402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRRzQzOKqI/AAAAAAAAADc/U90jdcXQLos/s320/P1080694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jen has finally found his long-lost roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270428568966995826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRS3AtZH3I/AAAAAAAAADk/9aeoVB59fEY/s320/P1080700.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The bridge was shaking on Sanyap's side. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270430057881243938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRUNrWNkSI/AAAAAAAAADs/-HMj4cJ-GWo/s320/P1080702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held up the bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270433394665789714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRXP51pGRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_UPz8QDRowI/s320/P1080703.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sanyap hanging on for dear life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270435411699339826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRZFT36kjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Y4IN2dCHpx8/s320/P1080710.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Checking dino tonsils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270448303286307378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRkzsxwyjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QHfZwj46TXA/s320/P1080715.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Their new-found friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270449184863310050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRlnA6GUOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Pt3CygdUgmk/s320/P1080717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;417 on a rock. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270451373313558258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRnmZhTBvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/29SEDZbZVVU/s320/P1080723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chris's sandcastle in the clouds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270452956068034610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRpChvXuDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kFKtBKQRMfs/s320/P1080747.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The very long wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270454028764154674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRqA92DizI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3_VJ-x94qx8/s320/P1080774.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ah Pek Stan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270454783169770434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRqs4OXs8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/7NB8XeHupf8/s320/P1080776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The sleepy boys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270455531627641746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSRrYccoe5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/4nIBNPTS6iw/s320/P1080781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Aftermath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wish you were there. You were sorely missed. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That line applies to Qwei, Nyeeken, Heifur and Kwans. =D But more for Qwei and Kwans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-3590094381613503108?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/3590094381613503108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=3590094381613503108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3590094381613503108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/3590094381613503108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/11/adventure-in-clouds.html' title='Adventure in the Clouds!'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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/_pC1b-Q2GE6A/SSQN-5gir_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YlH9KRX48go/s72-c/P1080508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749297432984276549.post-2764525216982806223</id><published>2008-11-15T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:00:57.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute Euphoria.</title><content type='html'>The title says it &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry to you guys who were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-2764525216982806223?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/2764525216982806223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=2764525216982806223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2764525216982806223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2764525216982806223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/11/absolute-euphoria.html' title='Absolute Euphoria.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-6395617318724585326</id><published>2008-11-12T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:25:16.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 8th of November</title><content type='html'>Remember, remember, the 8th of November.&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever the masked guy said in V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;BBQ POOL PARTY AT JUIN'S HOUSE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE parties at Juin's house! I always seem to become either extremely hyper or blissfully immersed in bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As usual I got there late, but the FESTIVITIES hadn't begun yet! After getting mobbed by the guys, they gave REALLY funny (quite bad, but still funny) ideas to me. And I'm kinda glad i decided against using them. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slowly, everyone started arriving and suddenly Juin's house was crawling with crazy, noisy teenagers! Haha I think her parents must have had one hell of a headache. =D make that two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, after much pujuk-ing, people started fulfilling the purpose of the pool party, which was jumping into the pool! Haha we had many a crazy time in there! Pics are unavailable to me at the moment, but I don't really intend to get any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a couple of accidents in there, we slowly got out and went to chomp on the pot-luck grub. But the best was the BBQ beef =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Ah Mah!! Medium-rare!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"OKAY!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After eating and "scaring" people with the non-existant Sally who was constantly sitting next to ANYONE who had an empty seat next to him/her. Quite retarded! But we were high. And we played with the sparkling juice bottles! Shoot shoot! Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Later that night, we switched off the lights and told GHOST STORIES! Haha when I was halfway through mine, some people left the room in FEAR! Hahahah chickens! Someone left halfway through too. Felt bad for not following out. Damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, we had an EXTREMELY hyper session of SIGN! Walao, I don't think I had been so hyper since... I don't remember. We did that for what seemed like an eternity, then went home at 12. Wow. Midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had the best time. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm pretty glad it happened. Scratch that. I was absolutely &lt;em&gt;euphoric. &lt;/em&gt;We could have basked in that perfect bliss forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-6395617318724585326?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/6395617318724585326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=6395617318724585326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6395617318724585326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6395617318724585326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/11/8th-of-november.html' title='The 8th of November'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-4991038575159663920</id><published>2008-10-26T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:46:15.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recall, Reminisce and Relive.</title><content type='html'>Walao, I should get some big-ass prize for thinking of those titles. =D hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, I have absolutely nothing to blog about. But PEOPLE is wanted me to be updated mine blog. I think from the horribly broken English one could guess the person. If it isn't obvious enough, just take a peek at my Cbox. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these past few days have been pretty hectic. Not to mention tiring. EXTREMELY tiring. Since the oh-so-important Setia Cup is just around the corner, Kong's been torturing us. A LOT. But heck, it's all FOR OUR OWN GOOD. Haha I feel much more stamina-filled already. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, sitting in my room, I have this weird feeling that I'm feeding mosquitoes. I just killed two but what the hell I still can feel stuff biting me and sucking MY BLOOD. The world should be rid of these retarded pests. They're of no value to any other species but their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, we're not so different in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I positively, extremely, outwardly, proudly and rather enthusiasticly HATE mosquitoes! Where the hell in their evolutionary cycle did they decide to only to be able to reproduce after sucking blood? Where's the sense in that? They could have just adapted to some other liquid... Say... Water! I mean heck, they lay their freakin eggs in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on! Talking about mosquitoes could lead me on another tirade much like my earlier one on the head honcho. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, the Community Service Club which "proudly serves our community" or rather a chosen portion of it, went on a field trip! The whole trip costed RM 55. Ok lah. Not THAT expensive. FIRST, we went to the KL tower. Wow. Only when I went up to the observation deck did I partially comprehend the magnitude of air pollution in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we kind of went hyper up there, using the powerful binoculars thingy to spy on couples and random people. I know, it's stupid and non-sensical, but it seemed like the right thing to do! And people don't think straight when they're hyper. HOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like 10 minutes wasted looking for two people on the observation deck who were actually already downstairs doing whatever they were doing, we took a bus to Mcd's! And we all got a McChicken, one Coke and a packet of fries. Now, if you know me personally no doubt you'd say that that's not enough for Zyang, for he eats too much. Unless he's broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUS, destiny smiled upon me and it turned out Anish can't stand mayonaise, so he gave his McChicken to JunShern and I! Then after I took a small bite from it, JunShern suddenly didn't want it anymore. Don't know why. I think. =P hahah heck his loss my gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after pigging out, we went to Aquaria! Believe it or not it was my first time there. After watching the same introductory video reloop for a couple of times, we finally went in. It was actually pretty interesting (the nerd in me lives again), looking at all these animals I normally only see in the TV box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went into the underwater tunnel thingy! Kinda like the Sentosa one, I think. Haha it was actually kinda cool. =D Seeing real live sharks swimming next to you and giant stingrays (the thing that killed Steve Irwin) gliding overhead. And for some reason we kept seeing this fat angmo diver. So we thought he was some foreign caretaker or something, but he didn't seem like he was working. He kept posing for pictures and stuff. Haha but much to the liking of the visitors I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we waited in front of this glass panel which encased part of the water tank, waiting for the feeding session. THEY PROMISED THEY WOULD FEED THE SHARKS IN FRONT OF US. The liars. They fed the fish and turtles. But the stingray was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, no day can be smooth flowing and happy throughout. After we left the "Aqua Theatre", Anish realized he lost his phone. So Yuken, Junshern and I stayed behind to try to help look, but the incompetent employees there only let him go back to look. Wouldn't it help if there were more eyes looking out for the thing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the search turned out fruitless, and the Aquaria people said they would review the CCTV footage to "find the culprit". And then do what? A mere consolation for the loss I guess. As if they're going to inform the police or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, in the bus, once again racist jokes flew and so did really random things. But that's how the CS bus always is. =D Quite noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went by, but we weren't really together. That's how it goes I guess, with that many people. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-4991038575159663920?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/4991038575159663920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=4991038575159663920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4991038575159663920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4991038575159663920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/10/recall-reminisce-and-relive.html' title='Recall, Reminisce and Relive.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-4162478582402375735</id><published>2008-10-23T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T02:48:53.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterlife.</title><content type='html'>Of pre-PMR life that is. Well, there's just one word to describe it SO FAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, maybe it's because our MASSIVE plans haven't been dilaksanakan yet. Though I'll probably be missing out on the most massive one of all. And, this just proves how big a part of my life studying was. Everyday was the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come home.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bathe.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nerd.&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat some more.&lt;br /&gt;6. Nerd some more.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitting went occasionally in between these 7 simple steps to preparing for PMR. But now I'm FREE!! Even the entrance exams are over!! Now, it's just post-exams and HOLIDAY! This is taking WAY too long to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for the games to start! Though it's kind of a tradition for tempers to flare and insults and complaints hurled around during the games, it's all in good competitive spirit, though sometimes unwarranted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I somehow got myself into the "Create Your Ideal Home" contest, along with Qwei, Juin, Rae and Liksheng. And, we have to use this Google Sketchup program to do it. Under orders from Juin, I downloaded the software and fiddled with it. It is dangerously ADDICTIVE. Though my first attempt looked like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up having to watch a tutorial on YOUTUBE, once again under Juin's orders. The STUPID program is so damn hard to use. Not to mention dizzifying. Thus my half-assed house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that PMR's over and done with, I've resolved to finish my "List of Things to Do After PMR".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Record a gazillion songs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn piano.&lt;br /&gt;3. Read the many books I've bought but haven't read.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get A LOT of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch Heroes and Prison Break.&lt;br /&gt;6. FINALLY watch Dark Knight. No, I STILL haven't watched the movie of the year.&lt;br /&gt;7. Read through all the prospectuses I've collected from many an edu-fair.&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn Add. Maths.&lt;br /&gt;9. Just sit down and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I'll probably NEVER do some of the stuff on that list. Especially number 8. Haha but heck, shoot for the moon right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you did I regard with utter respect, though it was the last thing I'd expect.&lt;br /&gt;Everything felt right for a while. =D I'm glad things are the way they used to be again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-4162478582402375735?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/4162478582402375735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=4162478582402375735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4162478582402375735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4162478582402375735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/10/afterlife.html' title='Afterlife.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-8292292118431614008</id><published>2008-10-17T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:58:01.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of PMR.</title><content type='html'>One could only fantasize about how much I and probably the rest of all the other Form 3's have awaited for this day. 17th October. Finally, PMR is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in truth, I don't feel very different. In fact, I feel like crap. But I shall not delve into the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon leaving the hall, squeals and roars of "PMR FINISH LIAO!!!" rang around the landing of the first flight of stairs from the exam hall, where the feeling of "freedom" finally sank in. As did I, upon reaching the classroom, screaming of sheer joy. Yeap, a few moments of joy and relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we got changed and we, the 417, save for two of us, + Yuken and Junshern and Hangyu, the Ah Mah gang minus Quinnie, did what we did best. Go hyper and take LRT to KLCC. Haha, the utmost RETARDED things we do in the LRT car. It's no wonder society thinks so lowly of teenagers. Not that we cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ATTEMPTING to scare people with Stan's ghost ringtone, failing quite miserably, we reached KLCC and watched Eagle Eye. The movie... OK lah. Predictable storyline but entertaining lah. Shia Labeouf, or however you spell it, was quite good. Haha still kinda reminiscent of his early stint in "Even Stevens". I think it was that show. Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, we went to the Food Court, due to the kiam-siap-ness of most of my gang, me included. Er, quite embaressing conversations took place. =P Of which I shall not mention.&lt;br /&gt;Then, most of the guys went off to lepak. EXTREMELY sien. We should have gone to Petrosains for two danger-filled hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we squeezed like 11 people, excluding Xy's mum, into the Innova! We should be inducted into the Malaysian Book of Records. Not for the "Most Jakun People in One Innova", but for the "Most Noise in One Innova". Imagine the horror of the only two girls who sat in front, hearing all our... disturbing crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Rong's house for training half an hour late. LUCKILY the coach wasn't in a foul mood, otherwise, we DIE. Well, we almost did eventually. PMR sucked away all of our stamina. Well, mine anyway. I wanted to die halfway through. Had HORRIBLE cramps halfway through, thus playing like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about 10, without dinner. The last time I ate was at like 1.30. VERY hungry. Had dinner, guitar-ed for awhile, did something I think was the right thing to do, and am now blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though today should have been FREAKIN hyper, it really kinda felt empty. A day NORMALLY filled with fun and craziness, I spent half of it just stoning and thinking about how incredibly wrong things turned out. No doubt, my friends helped take my mind off it, but it endlessly poked at my conscience, making me realize just how deep I am in this whole affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't things just turn out the way that they're planned to? They never seem to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny shouldn't be preordained, but shaped by one's own hands, be it be shaped for the better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-8292292118431614008?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/8292292118431614008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=8292292118431614008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8292292118431614008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/8292292118431614008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-pmr.html' title='The End of PMR.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-2537664845572493007</id><published>2008-10-08T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:04:30.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At 11.59 pm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KWANS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a great one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me.&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/8749297432984276549-2537664845572493007?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/2537664845572493007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=2537664845572493007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2537664845572493007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/2537664845572493007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-kwans-d-have-great-one.html' title='At 11.59 pm.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-4463647047007795298</id><published>2008-10-02T05:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:27:31.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Endeavours.</title><content type='html'>Gee, this post's title sounds incredibly obscene. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys. It's 5 am. In case you come from some nocturnal part of the world, which I doubt, it's the time rubber tappers wake up to do what they do best! Er.. which is tapping rubber. It's also the time when MOST Malaysians are in a deep state of unconsciousness, A.K.A. SLEEPING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may wonder what the hell this guy is doing AWAKE at the unearthly hour, let alone blogging at this unearthly hour. Thus, I have THREE letters for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PMR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I just realized how FREAKIN CLOSE it is! And I am officially PANICKING! Even had a sudden wave of stress hit me this morning. "Shit, only 11 days left to PMR, Zyang you're freakin screwed." Haha then I thought of the losers whose blogs I was reading who were still wasting their time blogging when they should be studying their butts off! And instead of realizing their mistake (maybe I did, I just conviniently tossed it to the back of my mind), I'm now spending TWO TIMES more time READING THEIR BLOGS, as well as updating my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID NO? NO LAH, of course. Haha I've persuaded myself to think that this is a way to de-stress and to release much pent-up tension. Oh, my mind is so vulnerable to persuasion! I guess that's also known as being lazy. What to do... never mind lah. Rest short while is ok! Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my blog is relatively young, and already I'm neglecting it. But I've been too busy with PMR and stuff. Yes, STUFF. Haha I promise it'll be more active once this dreaded exam is over and done with. Then I'll find some new template and change my Cbox's colour scheme as Kharenee has requested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm starting to feel somewhat sleepy. Time to bury myself in sheets. Good night readers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping it's a case of "no credit" or "uber tired-ness". It probably is. I hope. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-4463647047007795298?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/4463647047007795298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=4463647047007795298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4463647047007795298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/4463647047007795298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/10/late-night-endeavours.html' title='Late Night Endeavours.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-6997667627054807735</id><published>2008-10-01T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:19:59.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kena Tagged.</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Kharenee =D&lt;br /&gt;You just HAD to tag me didn't you? &lt;br /&gt;I seriously regret opening your blog =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE : Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things / habits / little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird habits /things / little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.No TAG backs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like coffee =P though im cutting down on my intake.&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to listen to instrumental songs when I study.&lt;br /&gt;3. I like to study. xD PMR is a blessing. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;4. I need to pee. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;5. I sometimes piss people off without even knowing why. Haha i sound like an asshole. =P&lt;br /&gt;6. I laugh at the most retarded things. =D&lt;br /&gt;7. I feel fat.&lt;br /&gt;8. I certainly don't look fat.&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm TRYING to gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;10. I love my friends =P &lt;br /&gt;11. I SERIOUSLY SHOULDN'T BE DOING THIS 15 THINGS THINGY! Pmr is WAY too near.&lt;br /&gt;12. Talking to KK and Juin and Kwans releases stress =D most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm extremely jealous of people who are good at stuff that other people think I'm good at. It er. quite sucks =P and my life's goal is to beat them. My life sounds incredibly sad don't it? xD&lt;br /&gt;14. K is loved =D not the class 3K. Just K.&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm quite addicted to blogging now. Haha bad time to be addicted something, or someone. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ivan&lt;br /&gt;-Jen&lt;br /&gt;-Stan&lt;br /&gt;-Kwans&lt;br /&gt;-LeeXia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now, so long.&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-6997667627054807735?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/6997667627054807735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=6997667627054807735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6997667627054807735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/6997667627054807735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/10/kena-tagged.html' title='Kena Tagged.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-7586741947406999709</id><published>2008-09-24T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:41:42.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Ponteng-ing.</title><content type='html'>Thus begins my day of ponteng-ing, my first in quite a while. The last time I came after break so it counted as HALF-ponteng. As any right-minded "head and shoulders above the rest" Wesleyan would do, I'm going to spend my rare day of brief freedom, STUDYING! The nerdiness can be credited to the head honcho, who so glorifyingly claims credit for the results of the STUDENTS, when the head honcho truly barely does anything other than befall the ill-fated with dreaded DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the head honcho thinks that the perfect teenager should dedicate 100% of his or her meaningless life to books, books and more books. Perhaps the intention is to turn us all into soulless, walking dictionaries. The "best five years of your life other than college" is a farcry from the head honcho's iron-fist rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every morning, the head honcho bombards us with endless non-sensical gibberish, constantly reminding us of the date as if calendars were non-existant. WE KNOW THE DATE. And of course, the mountain of pressure put on the exam years, Form 3's and 5's. The head honcho expects MUCH MUCH MUCH from us, and will of course claim MUCH MUCH MUCH of the credit of our results, presuming they turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, the head honcho held the ENTIRE lower secondary back for "a few words". The head honcho's words were "many insightful things" on the PMR. Yes, we realize we must take care of our health, as if we deliberately allow germs and bacteria to multiply and overrun our bodies. I could only imagine the utter and excruciating boredom of the Form 1's and 2's. At least the issue concerned us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the head honcho proceeded to inform us of a ban on ALL storybooks with the exception of library books. Maybe the school library is going out of business. The head honcho also intends to limit and filter what we, the students read. Whatever for? We will read what we want, and as if the ban will stop students from reading whatever at home. So much for cultivating a love for reading. This scenario reminds me "fondly" of the our draconian and contradictory government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that the heading for this post is quite inappropriate, but I'm too lazy to reach for my mouse. Perhaps it should be "A Tirade Against The Head Honcho" instead. But of course, "revealing" and discussing your dislike for certain "high-ranking"&lt;br /&gt;people in our school has brought doom to some before, thus the privacy of this blog. It resulted in severe and unnecessary punishment. Punishment usually reserved for serious offences, once again reminiscent of the "beloved" kerajaan. Perhaps a change of leadership would bring about change.*I support Miss Goh!**And Anwar.* ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much is said about the head honcho amongst students, and perhaps even amongst the teachers. Who knows what they talk about in their oh-so-fancy teachers' lounge. Even so, "WHAT TO DO?" Correct, NOTHING can be done to defy the head honcho's rule. But yet swallowing all the crap sometimes results in choking. &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the PMR exam is just 20 days from today, and though I think I am prepared, BM still scares the shit out of me. Thus, the kiasu-ness, instilled by the school and condemned by its principal, has spurred me to buy countless revision books, many of which I doubt will be finished before the dreaded exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flash into the future, the Form 3's are thronging the office to collect their PMR results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario One: We do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head Honcho: This is all because of the hard work and effort put in by the teachers(true) and myself(ya kah?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario Two: We screw up, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head Honcho: I don't understand. The teachers(once again true) and I(OH YES AR?) put in SOOOOO much hard work and effort, hoping it would bear fruit. I am deeply disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, getting all that off my chest feels somewhat invigorating! Maybe you should try it too =P No this ISN'T a hate blog, nor is it a politics-related blog. It's just me typing out all the crap my brain is so constantly immersed in. Once again thanks to the propoganda and brainwashing by the head honcho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, perhaps you're wondering why I would ponteng just to write this uber long post on my blog just to state what most Wesleyans feel. Haha well I just got carried away. It all just keeps coming out whenever I condemn the head honcho. =) Well, I have to go embody whatever the perfect teenager embodies, a perfect studying habit. Haha well, 'til next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-7586741947406999709?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/7586741947406999709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=7586741947406999709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7586741947406999709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/7586741947406999709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-of-ponteng-ing.html' title='A Day of Ponteng-ing.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</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-8749297432984276549.post-172205978938833411</id><published>2008-09-19T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:08:11.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thy Brother.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, some friends and I attended the wake of a good friend's father. No doubt he was extremely sad and deep in grief. Still, when two of us arrived, he hid his pretty apparent grief and welcomed us with embraces. He tried to be strong, but we all could see his sadness and true distress behind his "charade". But who could blame him, losing a family member can't be easy at all, especially one considered to be the pillar of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he said something very meaningful to the three of us who arrived first, "Luckily, I still have you guys. Otherwise life would really suck." At that moment, I suddenly realized that we weren't just a gang of boys who eat together, talk together and play together. We were more than just good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words revealed to me that he didn't just consider us as people who he can hang out with. Maybe to him, we're people whom he can count on for help, when he's in need, through crappy times such as these. To be honest I didn't really think he considered me to be a very good friend until that night. Or maybe he was just making a general statement, perhaps not directed at me individually. I guess I would never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly a night of sadness, we did our best to cheer him up, but of course no amount of friendship can replace the love of such an important and significant part of one's life and family. Hopefully, he will put this behind him and concentrate on his priorities, though easier said than done. But haha *perasan* he still has us. At least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749297432984276549-172205978938833411?l=zyang-revelation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/feeds/172205978938833411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749297432984276549&amp;postID=172205978938833411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/172205978938833411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749297432984276549/posts/default/172205978938833411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zyang-revelation.blogspot.com/2008/09/thy-brother.html' title='Thy Brother.'/><author><name>Zyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339104495695666117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
