<?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-24941963</id><updated>2011-10-17T01:40:33.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grab some toilet paper...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-739688965553117175</id><published>2007-12-18T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:51:19.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your perception of a Messiah?</title><content type='html'>1. A Messiah is welcomed and makes a grand entrance on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The conception of &lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; was a humiliation; and His birth attracted danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A Messiah stays in beautiful palaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A manger is where &lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; first laid His human head&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A Messiah reflects the splendour of a king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; spoke Aramaic, a language only lowly people would speak in those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A Messiah is respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; was accused of blasphemy, was openly mocked and was regarded as weak.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A Messiah does not suffer and brings prosperity to mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The cross - the worst tool for execution - was where&lt;strong&gt; Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; died on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A Messiah is good-looking and has perfect facial features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah the prophet said that &lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; has no physical beauty.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A Messiah comes from pure royal bloodline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rahab the harlot was one of the names written in the book of genealogy of &lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Is God's kind of Messiah your Messiah?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-739688965553117175?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/739688965553117175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=739688965553117175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/739688965553117175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/739688965553117175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-your-perception-of-messiah.html' title='What is your perception of a Messiah?'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-7866487888715280141</id><published>2007-08-19T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:48:21.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazardous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/RshhtLhdoDI/AAAAAAAAADo/vv3NZ1w1bF0/s1600-h/15853700313635l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100434006812237874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/RshhtLhdoDI/AAAAAAAAADo/vv3NZ1w1bF0/s400/15853700313635l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-7866487888715280141?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/7866487888715280141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=7866487888715280141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/7866487888715280141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/7866487888715280141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/08/hazardous.html' title='Hazardous!'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_iwqh6i46oi4/RshhtLhdoDI/AAAAAAAAADo/vv3NZ1w1bF0/s72-c/15853700313635l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-4490393128579860608</id><published>2007-08-11T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T03:02:02.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware, beware...</title><content type='html'>CAUTION: I repeat mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-4490393128579860608?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/4490393128579860608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=4490393128579860608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/4490393128579860608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/4490393128579860608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/08/beware-beware.html' title='Beware, beware...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-3696367944845676551</id><published>2007-07-23T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:05:08.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not much of a fan but I did read the books and watched the movies. If I can still remember, the Harry Potter craze began when I was about 13 or 14. Didn't bother to read at that time 'cos  I didn't see the point of reading a children's book and I kept reading emails that J.K. Rowling is actually a witch...blah blah...stuff like that. Last year, I was at Hoey Theen's house and I noticed that she had a full collection in her book shelf. It was the holidays so I thought why not? Borrow those "witchcraft" books to read during my free time and see what the fuss about this wizard boy is all about. Yup, as you can see I was a laggard in the Harry Potter department. I remember stupidly asking my friends if they had read Goblet of Fire and the response I got was, "Dude, I read those stuff when I was 12". The 4th book onwards got boring in my opinion but I still continued reading the rest anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I read about all the hype surrounding the final book I didn't really take notice. Afterall, it's ONLY a book. Although I must admit that my curiosity for the ending of the series  almost led me to Carrefour. Found out today that all copies were sold out at Tesco and Carrefour. "Oh well, maybe I'll get the reprint. It'll be cheaper anyway". Curiosity finally led me to texting Hoey Theen if she already has the final book. "If she has, maybe I could borrow it from her after she's done". Come to think of it, I borrowed all the Harry Potter books and DVDs from her. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks sis for becoming my Harry Potter library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh and by the way, she'll be passing the book to me tommorow. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-3696367944845676551?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/3696367944845676551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=3696367944845676551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/3696367944845676551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/3696367944845676551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-1496684489457171635</id><published>2007-07-09T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:05:05.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>I so hate life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-1496684489457171635?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/1496684489457171635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=1496684489457171635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/1496684489457171635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/1496684489457171635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/07/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-226960583366965612</id><published>2007-05-23T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:09:47.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Charlotte. Too good to be true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We know Good Charlotte ain't the best role models for our kids with their tattoos and eye liner but they are capable of writing some spiritually influenced songs; all thanks to their lead singer, Joel Madden being brought up in a Christian home. I really liked the song from their previous album, "We believe" which talks about a love that falls down like rain and whose forgiveness washes away our pain. The other day I was flipping through channels and MTV was showing their recent concert held in Malaysia. The lead singer siad something from the Bible which caught my attention just when I was about to change the channel again. Lets just say I'm not really into Good Charlotte. They sang "The River" after Joel's "preaching". Haha. Anyway here's the lyrics to "The River" and you can see for yourself how spiritual it is. It delights me to know that beneath the worldly music industry, God is still working down there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk through the valley&lt;br /&gt;of the shadow of LA&lt;br /&gt;The footsteps that were next to me&lt;br /&gt;have gone their separate ways&lt;br /&gt;I've seen enough now&lt;br /&gt;to know that beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;don't always stay that way&lt;br /&gt;I've done enough now&lt;br /&gt;to know this beautiful place&lt;br /&gt;isn't everything they say&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I heard that evil comes disguised&lt;br /&gt;Like a city of angels&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking towards the light&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Baptized in the river&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a vision of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna be delivered&lt;br /&gt;In the city was a sinner&lt;br /&gt;I've done a lot of things wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;Like the prodigal son&lt;br /&gt;I was out on my own&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to find my way back home&lt;br /&gt;Baptized in the river&lt;br /&gt;I'm delivered&lt;br /&gt;I'm delivered&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[M.Shadows:]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're from a small town&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna grow up fast underneath these lights&lt;br /&gt;Down in Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;on the boulevard the dead come back to life&lt;br /&gt;To the praying Mother&lt;br /&gt;And the worried Father&lt;br /&gt;Let your children go&lt;br /&gt;If they come back&lt;br /&gt;They'll come home stronger&lt;br /&gt;And if they don't you'll know&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They say that evil comes disguised&lt;br /&gt;Like a city of angels&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking towards the light&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Baptized in the river&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a vision of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna be delivered&lt;br /&gt;In the city was a sinner&lt;br /&gt;I've done a lot of things wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;Like the prodigal son&lt;br /&gt;I was out on my own&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to find my way back home&lt;br /&gt;Baptized in the river&lt;br /&gt;I'm delivered&lt;br /&gt;I'm delivered&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Baptized in the river (on my own)&lt;br /&gt;Baptized in the river (on my own)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be delivered(on my own, on my own)&lt;br /&gt;Baptized in the river (on my own)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be delivered&lt;br /&gt;Baptized in the river (on my own)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be delivered&lt;br /&gt;Baptized in the river (on my own)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be delivered&lt;br /&gt;I confess I'm a sinner&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a vision of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna be delivered! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-226960583366965612?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/226960583366965612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=226960583366965612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/226960583366965612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/226960583366965612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-charlotte-too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Good Charlotte. Too good to be true.'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-8551978735400855287</id><published>2007-05-19T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T14:42:53.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it on Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Spurs are through to the Western Conference Finals! What a game it was against the Suns in Game 6. Ginobili is the best thing to come out from Argentina since Maradona. That's a possible playoffs MVP there. Duncan was awesome, a career high 9 blocks! The Spurs may not have the athletism like Phoenix but they certainly can defend. Gotta give credit to Nash for the late comeback and Stoudamire for flying in all sort of angles though. It was a very tight and dramatic series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rk6ZTwx0OVI/AAAAAAAAADg/CHvISm2PutA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066155195628796242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rk6ZTwx0OVI/AAAAAAAAADg/CHvISm2PutA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rk6ZTwx0OVI/AAAAAAAAADg/CHvISm2PutA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rk6ZTwx0OVI/AAAAAAAAADg/CHvISm2PutA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I picture the Spurs at the end of the NBA season. Oh and Meng Yoe, you can eat your own socks. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-8551978735400855287?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/8551978735400855287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=8551978735400855287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/8551978735400855287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/8551978735400855287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/05/bring-it-on-utah.html' title='Bring it on Utah'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rk6ZTwx0OVI/AAAAAAAAADg/CHvISm2PutA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-8230923471725392428</id><published>2007-05-16T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:33:13.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Spurs Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rknfbm7SFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/AMUTRJIpE0A/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064824921353491570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rknfbm7SFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/AMUTRJIpE0A/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't Robert Horry commit a flagrant-er foul on Nash? Sigh. Should have done it on Amare to shut him up too. Sorry Meng Yoe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spurs for the championship&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-8230923471725392428?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/8230923471725392428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=8230923471725392428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/8230923471725392428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/8230923471725392428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/05/go-spurs-go.html' title='Go Spurs Go'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rknfbm7SFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/AMUTRJIpE0A/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-6792307599280620009</id><published>2007-05-14T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:57:40.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Okay Joel, lets do this. You can't chicken out in front of her and you certainly want to get your money's worth". So there I go stepping out on the cold. She smiled, obviously enjoying herself. I forced a smile to tell her I'm alright. It wasn't alright. I knew if I let go I'll end up sore at my rear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I clung to the walls the whole time, slowly working out the works of it. My feet were stucked to the the ground, the boots were heavy and my ankles felt numb. Small fries were whizzing past me like penguins. Wait. Penguins don't whiz. She held my hand and gave me tips. The tips didn't worked but her hand encouraged me. She said I wasn't adventurous. Damn right. That's why I need you to make my life interesting like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I gave up after a few laps and let my feet dry. I watched her the whole time and looked away each time she drew near. She looked so beautiful. An overly concerned mom was nearby watching her daughter run throught her practice. Why do mothers expect so much from their daughters sometimes? She motioned for me to check if its time to go. I waved her on to continue. It was easier to just stare at her than think about homework the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-6792307599280620009?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/6792307599280620009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=6792307599280620009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/6792307599280620009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/6792307599280620009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/05/ice-cold.html' title='Ice cold'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-102202846880366120</id><published>2007-05-14T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:38:13.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know what petite really means?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rkg7vm7SFGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IzMdPLfgfIM/s1600-h/sara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064363470067209314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rkg7vm7SFGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IzMdPLfgfIM/s200/sara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;coupled with loads of cuteness.&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/24941963-102202846880366120?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/102202846880366120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=102202846880366120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/102202846880366120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/102202846880366120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-you-know-what-petite-really-means.html' title='Do you know what petite really means?'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rkg7vm7SFGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IzMdPLfgfIM/s72-c/sara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-1309760333906624955</id><published>2007-04-25T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:17:14.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classroom on mute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today my lecturer lost his voice. You can imagine how funny it was when he tried to teach the class. We were literally learning through sign language today. He got a little better towards the end of class but was still struggling to force it out. He must have lost it the night before because I met him in the lift yesterday and he sounded fine when he said hi. Either partying hard at night or screaming his lungs out at the Man U-AC Milan game. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today he made us go up to the board to attempt the tutorial questions. I think its cool to let the students take charge of the lessons once awhile. To approve of an answer he claps his hands. Funny. He couldn't talk so he had to draw diagrams to illustrate his point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Class ended early. No surprise for that. I did not even print out my notes for the tutorial because I was late for class. The traffic was really bad this morning. I can only thank my luck. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-1309760333906624955?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/1309760333906624955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=1309760333906624955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/1309760333906624955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/1309760333906624955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/04/classroom-on-mute.html' title='Classroom on mute'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-5627326167277164384</id><published>2007-04-10T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T01:34:37.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Jacintha Ganit Tagal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rhp1GPp7Y1I/AAAAAAAAADI/DK_aEvgwL2E/s1600-h/P1050882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051478682191487826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rhp1GPp7Y1I/AAAAAAAAADI/DK_aEvgwL2E/s400/P1050882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Congratulations Miss Jacintha Ganit Tagal on your entry to &lt;strong&gt;Harvard&lt;/strong&gt;. Am obviously proud of you. As you can see my brainy friend has such a big head that its shadow is blocking my face. (I'm kidding. You look better than me, at least in this photo). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, it was fun acting beside you. You did great. Actually everyone says I looked like a prop beside you. You stole the limelight girl! The lipstick worked! (If only I had some too =p).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051478677896520514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rhp1F_p7Y0I/AAAAAAAAADA/LQudjuLQbGQ/s400/play.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Easter play by the 365 Student Ministry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-5627326167277164384?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/5627326167277164384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=5627326167277164384' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/5627326167277164384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/5627326167277164384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/04/congrats-jacintha-ganit-tagal.html' title='Congrats Jacintha Ganit Tagal'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rhp1GPp7Y1I/AAAAAAAAADI/DK_aEvgwL2E/s72-c/P1050882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-184371197394188131</id><published>2007-04-09T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:42:28.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm playing with fire everyday now</title><content type='html'>Sometimes all you need is a little spark to keep the fire alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little spark miraculously remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been growing; burning me up ever since the lions pranced in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up with my heart beat now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-184371197394188131?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/184371197394188131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=184371197394188131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/184371197394188131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/184371197394188131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-playing-with-fire-everyday-now.html' title='I&apos;m playing with fire everyday now'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-8556897260200926975</id><published>2007-03-27T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:57:02.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does that song really mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I came across this forum asking if mainstream bands like Lifehouse and Switchfoot are Christian bands. There are arguments because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They refuse to be labeled as a Christian band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As they enter into mainstream music, less and less Christian jargons show in their lyrics. (For e.g. less "Jesus", less "God").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Their lyrics sometimes confuse listeners of what the song is really based upon. (listen to LeAnn Rimes's "I need you" and you'll get what I mean). They tend to use "you" to represent God instead. At times it sounds like it's a song for a boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Are these guys denying Jesus? Do they view selling albums as more important? (the mainstream scene definitely has a bigger scene than the Christian music industry alone). Have they forgotten their faith with their increasing popularity?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sometimes we have tend to be hypocritical when things are not done the traditional Christian way. Well I had questions in my head too when I found out that P.O.D with their tattoos and what-nots were originally in the Christian music scene. My best response to this debate would be that it isn't such bad thing. In fact, it isn't a bad thing at all. It's like seeping Christian values into the worldly music industry. Nothing wrong with songs that gives us a more positive outlook on life; songs that remind us that there's some form of hope out there whenever we think all is lost. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;These guys can choose to write about anything but yet they can't keep from writing a song or two about their spiritual lives. There isn't any protocols in Christian music. It's how we honour Him with it. So next time you switched on your radio, you might just hear a lil bit of Jesus in there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-8556897260200926975?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/8556897260200926975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=8556897260200926975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/8556897260200926975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/8556897260200926975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-does-that-song-really-mean.html' title='What does that song really mean?'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-6933670142337540791</id><published>2007-03-24T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T01:21:40.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He gave me change with his stumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to the Shell petrol station in USJ2 just now to buy batteries. As I head to the counter to pay for my item, this guy took over the cashier and you know what? He had no arms. Literally. He only had stumps for his arms. No fingers. No prosthetic arm or anything. Just two short stumps. Before I could do anything, he grabbed the pack of AA batteries from me, scanned it, muttered the amount, took my cash, gave me my change in coins, and said thank you. That, was the one of the most enlightening 30 seconds I've ever had so far. Back in the car I told Josh about it and we began talking about how admirable that guy is. Despite his handicap, he could still be independent, make a living of his own. He could just choose to give up on life. Maybe beg on the streets, get compensation from the welfare department or something. Instead, he chose not to be some charity case and make use of every little he has. Now, that is something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-6933670142337540791?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/6933670142337540791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=6933670142337540791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/6933670142337540791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/6933670142337540791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/03/he-gave-me-change-with-his-stumps.html' title='He gave me change with his stumps'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-492561376660101736</id><published>2007-03-21T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T16:43:39.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom has been to 4 funerals this year alone already and she told God she freaking does not want to go to another one. My 19 year old neighbour and Marilyn's death tells me that life can be short; even for good people. Men like Adrian are rare. Exactly how many male Sunday School teachers do you see in church?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please pray for Adrian. You can check his progress at &lt;a href="http://adriancheahupdates.blogspot.com"&gt;http://adriancheahupdates.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; . The last I checked, there was some good news so continue praying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be shaking your hand in church soon Adrian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-492561376660101736?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/492561376660101736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=492561376660101736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/492561376660101736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/492561376660101736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/03/please-pray.html' title='Please pray'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-3312285073602353891</id><published>2007-03-19T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:30:00.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aduh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   Today I woke up with a terrible pain near my right molars. "Oh great, another ulcer". Eating was torture. Each bite made me cringe in pain. Grandma's here for the week and now I can't enjoy good homecooked food. What timing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   By afternoon the pain was so immense I decided that maybe it could be a wisdom tooth problem. Going to the dentist is never fun for me. Mom made it worst by telling her experience of having her wisdom tooth extracted. She also mentioned the possiblity of surgery and all that. I decided that, "Ah...whatever. I really can't stand the pain anymore". It was already feeling like somebody just jab a knife up my gums. Hopefully it would just be an ulcer problem. I'd rather have that than bear the pain of having an entire tooth yanked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   At the clinic, opening up my mouth for the dentist was already difficult. Dentist said I had a wisdom tooth coming out. "Oh crap". In fact she said I had all my wisdom tooth are already out - all four of them. Dentist said I'm brimming with wisdom. Anyway I was prescribed two kinds of antibiotics and painkillers. I can choose to extract the tooth later if I want to. Looks like I'll be eating baby food for these few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-3312285073602353891?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/3312285073602353891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=3312285073602353891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/3312285073602353891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/3312285073602353891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/03/aduh.html' title='Aduh!'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-7528378588216757444</id><published>2007-03-15T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T02:57:58.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cos I'm a girl and I told you so"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   How many times do we guys get manipulated by girls to do stuff for them? Actually its easier than manipulate. It's more like it is expected from us. While I do agree that guys have the responsibility to take care of the girl, be gentlemanly, provide for her needs; however I must say that there are girls who abuse the system. They use their good looks and charm (more like seducing) to get guys to get the things they want. Yup, they're popular, image-conscious bimbos who thinks the world worships them at their feet and think that "the others" are lucky to even know them. They act all sweet in front of you so that you'll give them the due attention they can't live without. Behind your back they criticize your imperfections. They never say "thank you". They say "What will you get me next?". They don't really like you. They just enjoy the benefits. Talk about being taken for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   To receive, you must give as well. A relationship can't be one-sided. It can't just be all about the girl alone although I must admit that you tend to be head-over-heels for the girl when you're in love. Wouldn't it be nice if she can just call you &lt;strong&gt;once&lt;/strong&gt; and ask how you are after the many calls that you made to her each week? Wouldn't it be great if she surprises you with a small gift just to say how appreciative she is. What's wrong in sharing the bill once in awhile? Afterall she earns money too. It doesn't necessary have to be a gift. Whatever happen to sincere "thank you's"? Girls aren't really like that. It just slip their mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can go to the ends for a girl but it had better be worth it. And when my efforts are successful I'll be singing this song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We should get jerseys cause we make a great team&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But yours would look better than mine, cause you're outta my league&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know that it's so cliche to tell you that everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spend with you is the new best day of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone watching us just turns away with disgust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Jealously, they can see that we've got it going on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To let you know you're more to me than what I know how to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're ok with the way this is going to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is going to be the best thing we've ever seen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If anyone can make me a better person you could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I gotta say is I musta done something good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I came along one day and you rearranged my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I gotta say is I musta done something right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I musta done something right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm just lucky cause it's hard to believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe that somebody like you'd end up with someone like me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know that it's so cliche to talk about you this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'll push all my inhibitions aside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so very obvious to everyone watching us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That we have got something real good going on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-7528378588216757444?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/7528378588216757444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=7528378588216757444' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/7528378588216757444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/7528378588216757444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/03/cos-im-girl-and-i-told-you-so.html' title='&quot;Cos I&apos;m a girl and I told you so&quot;'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-4022220383739054231</id><published>2007-03-13T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:07:09.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clara got bored so I'm blogging 'bout her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Labeled as "Miss Shrimp-ess" by Piao.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taught me how to dance and made me a superstar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanna know a secret? I used to think of her as this rude, need-for-attitude-adjustment tween.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's super nice now. =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talented pianist. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plays the guitar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awesome singer!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calls me her "personal driver".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like calling her Clara even if the others don't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has LIPS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recently had a weird dream about an elephant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041425501880578962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rfa9yIkv85I/AAAAAAAAAC0/WyN6SR-eL2g/s320/post-69-1162859085a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No fair. Your picture is much nicer here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-4022220383739054231?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/4022220383739054231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=4022220383739054231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/4022220383739054231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/4022220383739054231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/03/clara-got-bored-so-im-blogging-bout-her.html' title='Clara got bored so I&apos;m blogging &apos;bout her.'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rfa9yIkv85I/AAAAAAAAAC0/WyN6SR-eL2g/s72-c/post-69-1162859085a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-1103214729930288097</id><published>2007-03-13T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:44:34.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All-England champions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/RfWBGokv84I/AAAAAAAAACs/soannFT1Xhw/s1600-h/malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041077308881892226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/RfWBGokv84I/AAAAAAAAACs/soannFT1Xhw/s400/malaysia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally! Malaysia is winning something in badminton. I think this dudes are awesome. Most of the credit must go to their coach too I guess. They're fast, capable of lethal shots, daring and they're only so young. Up next, World Championship! Damn, I have to watch them live in Bukit Jalil then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Paul...when are we gonna play like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-1103214729930288097?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/1103214729930288097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=1103214729930288097' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/1103214729930288097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/1103214729930288097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-england-champions.html' title='All-England champions!'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_iwqh6i46oi4/RfWBGokv84I/AAAAAAAAACs/soannFT1Xhw/s72-c/malaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-8570527660666478722</id><published>2007-03-12T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:27:42.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Troy (finally) got married last Saturday and gee...I felt happy for him. He used to be my cell leader and I remembered how committed he was towards the cell. And yeah, he was there to provide some love advice as well. Even got me started on reading Josh Harris's books. Congrats to Troy and Janice. To Troy, glad you met the love of your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-8570527660666478722?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/8570527660666478722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=8570527660666478722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/8570527660666478722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/8570527660666478722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/03/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-102437171977472835</id><published>2007-03-05T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:42:30.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/RewV8ilnt5I/AAAAAAAAACc/vFasKgjqOdo/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038426212941674386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/RewV8ilnt5I/AAAAAAAAACc/vFasKgjqOdo/s400/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This local indie band has been getting some attention not only from our local newspapers but magazines from the US. All of that I think came from their Myspace website. Recently they've been voted "Top 25 bands in Myspace". Not bad for a band from Ipoh. They've also signed record deals with labels from Indonesia, Japan and currently US. Weird. How come they didn't get any record deals from a Malaysian label? Anyway I decided to check on this band to see whether all these newspaper reports are true about them being that good. Well, they're certainly very pop-ish, staying true to the fact that they're a power pop band. I must admit that the lyrics are pretty catchy and the tunes addictive. My 12 year old brother was overhearing one of the songs playing when he walked by and next thing I know, he was humming the tune downstairs. They're definitely not the fist-in-the-air, guitar-shredding, moshpit-breakout type of band but keep hearing their songs and you'll find yourself dancing along. Sometimes bands just try too hard. Couple gives you simple, classic, feel-good music and they have fun doing it. Check them out at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/couple"&gt;www.myspace.com/couple&lt;/a&gt;. There are links to their interview and acoustic performance with MTV Asia which you can check out at their site too. Personally I think they suck in their PR skills. I guess they speak through their music.  Malaysian bands aren't so bad afterall. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-102437171977472835?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/102437171977472835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=102437171977472835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/102437171977472835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/102437171977472835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/03/couple.html' title='Couple'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_iwqh6i46oi4/RewV8ilnt5I/AAAAAAAAACc/vFasKgjqOdo/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-8494261137192123170</id><published>2007-03-05T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:45:57.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not handsome</title><content type='html'>Mom: Hey, this cookies quite nice &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. Finish it&lt;em&gt; lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, they're nice. You eat&lt;em&gt; lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: That girl from place X gave it to you right? She likes you &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow...I didn't think it that way. *in mocking tone* Could it really be?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;em&gt;Ceh&lt;/em&gt;, you're not that handsome also.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmmph! You're not that pretty either.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: It's okay. I'm already &lt;strong&gt;old&lt;/strong&gt; anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I take after your looks you know.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: No lah, you look like Pa &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jared: Mommy...am I more handsome than &lt;em&gt;Tai Kor&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-8494261137192123170?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/8494261137192123170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=8494261137192123170' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/8494261137192123170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/8494261137192123170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-not-handsome.html' title='I&apos;m not handsome'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-6019086784077674316</id><published>2007-02-22T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:53:39.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pork, Pork, Pork</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Last night, some buddies of mine decided to have a little dinner gathering at Mr Ho's Fine Foods at Mid-Valley. I think the owner of the restaurant ought to change the name to "Mr Ho's Fat Foods" because all we had was &lt;strong&gt;pork&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;pork&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;pork&lt;/strong&gt;. Yup, that's what the restaurant is famous for - their &lt;strong&gt;pork&lt;/strong&gt;. Damn, I've never had so much&lt;strong&gt; pork&lt;/strong&gt; fat gulped down to my stomach before. I usually just scrapped it off. I was hungry though and eager to get my money's worth. We had &lt;strong&gt;pork&lt;/strong&gt; meat, &lt;strong&gt;pork&lt;/strong&gt; frankfurters, &lt;strong&gt;pork&lt;/strong&gt; bacon, &lt;strong&gt;pork&lt;/strong&gt; ribs, you name it. We had everything &lt;strong&gt;pork&lt;/strong&gt;-y. The guys on my table grabbed so much &lt;strong&gt;pork&lt;/strong&gt; onto their plates before I could say "&lt;strong&gt;Pork&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;em&gt;Babi betul&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034384916199909314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rd26aHCuJ8I/AAAAAAAAACA/WsgNDdPUi6g/s400/21022007697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034384907609974706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rd26ZnCuJ7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NxVhEm9XVNQ/s400/21022007696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before the massacre...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034384920494876626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rd26aXCuJ9I/AAAAAAAAACI/jgaWygMwFBA/s400/21022007698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a bloody mess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-6019086784077674316?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/6019086784077674316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=6019086784077674316' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/6019086784077674316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/6019086784077674316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/02/pork-pork-pork.html' title='Pork, Pork, Pork'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rd26aHCuJ8I/AAAAAAAAACA/WsgNDdPUi6g/s72-c/21022007697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-2526578018378536495</id><published>2007-02-20T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:59:41.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Chinese New Year ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I envy those who are close to their extended family especially their cousins. I only see my cousins once a year and on my mom's side, my cousins are just way too young. That is why I always find CNY lousy and boring. But I do look forward to some little things (aside from money) like the food (I love yee sang) and lion dances. Yes, lion dances. I remember being afraid of those 'lions' when I was a kid at first. But then one fine sunny day, Dad decided to take me around town in Penang to see those 'lions' visiting shop lots. I'm telling you, Penang is just brimming with lion dances on CNY. To see those realistic cat-like movements, blinking eyes and flapping ears, the noisy clashing cymbals and the heart-thumping drum beats just interests me. &lt;/div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033622417770948498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/RdsE63CuJ5I/AAAAAAAAABg/1klktueDNns/s320/liondance1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so CNY was boring for me as usual. Heck, even the annual NBA All-Star Game that I was looking forward to, suck. Why did so many stars had to be injured at the same time? Some lame excuse to gamble in Las Vegas I think. Anyway, an eventful weekend just made my CNY the best ever. I'm on cloud nine. =)&lt;/div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033629427157575586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/RdsLS3CuJ6I/AAAAAAAAABo/7LvFw-_9aes/s320/cloud+nine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-2526578018378536495?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/2526578018378536495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=2526578018378536495' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/2526578018378536495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/2526578018378536495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/02/best-chinese-new-year-ever.html' title='Best Chinese New Year ever'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_iwqh6i46oi4/RdsE63CuJ5I/AAAAAAAAABg/1klktueDNns/s72-c/liondance1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-5475847473154814692</id><published>2007-02-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:22:15.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/RdHO83CuJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ELt69Twj_UY/s1600-h/Vj_day_kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031029803712390994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/RdHO83CuJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ELt69Twj_UY/s400/Vj_day_kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beware: Desperate, lonely people on the loose tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Preventive measures: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1) Show the hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031039467388807026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/RdHXvXCuJ3I/AAAAAAAAABA/haUO5IlC_jc/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2) Show the backside. If it's not from the heart it's from the butt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031048727338297218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/RdHgKXCuJ4I/AAAAAAAAABI/dNXoe7wj3mY/s200/Red_Guy_312.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3) Show the universal sign. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-5475847473154814692?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/5475847473154814692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=5475847473154814692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/5475847473154814692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/5475847473154814692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/02/v-day.html' title='V-Day'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_iwqh6i46oi4/RdHO83CuJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ELt69Twj_UY/s72-c/Vj_day_kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-6444750603226952129</id><published>2007-02-07T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:48:21.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Last Sunday I went to the Miss Sunway Princess beauty pageant held in Sunway Pyramid. For your info, I wasn't there to check out chicks okay. I was merely there to hang out with my pet sis and also to support her colleague who is handling the event. Yup, for real man. Last week was the talent round of the competition where the contestants had to showcase their talent. I can't remember much now but I remembered that the first one did a dance with a rather suggestive top. Sis said she was the biggest among the rest and I thought she was actually pretty slim already. Second one came out looking ridiculous dressing like an old aunty. You know that screaming landlady from Kungfu Hustle? Exactly like that. Just when I was beginning to feel embarrased for her, she did a quick backstage change and came out a belly dancer. Not bad! What a way to capture the judges' attention. The rest did pretty much the same thing - dance. Chinese fan dance, ribbon dance, hindu dance, yo-yo dance; you name it. Some chose to sang. My gosh, I felt like Simon Cowell for a second. Just when I was getting bored then came this contestant. Slim, pretty; well actually all of them are slim and pretty. She, like most of the rest, was dressed in a &lt;em&gt;samfu &lt;/em&gt;top and did a ribbon dance. "Oh bother, another Chinese dance". And then all the sudden, a guy came out and grab her and they began doing this ballroom type of dance...I don't know what it was (tango? wango?). She did flips, turns, twists...it was fantastic! Her performance definitely stood out among the rest. To no surprise, she won. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Sis asked if I wanted to take pictures with the contestants after the prize-giving and all that. I said I'll only take a shot with the winner. I don't want to look like some girl-crazy kinda dude. Besides, the winner was the one who caught my attention. When sis dragged me to the backstage/changing room (hehe), she was already standing there at the doorway. Then I let sis do all the talking because my mouth suddenly felt dry. Damn, I was so shy. I managed to pluck up some courage to shake her hand and muttered something that sounded like "congrats". She smiled back politely and then posed for the camera. I couldn't believe it but I was shaking. Yes, shaking! And I was blushing terribly too. Even my pimple was blushing! I couldn't even said goodbye or thank you properly. Beauty queens just have this 'presence' around them you know. I guess I was infatuated for a second there. Miss Sunway Princess final round? I'll be there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028831553972902530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rcn_p4nUmoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/G0R-YsQXpbI/s400/DSCN3193.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I look like crap I know. Hey, I was nervous. Judging from this picture she looks like she's smiling nervously. Maybe she was shaking too =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-6444750603226952129?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/6444750603226952129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=6444750603226952129' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/6444750603226952129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/6444750603226952129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/02/princess-and-i.html' title='The Princess and I'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rcn_p4nUmoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/G0R-YsQXpbI/s72-c/DSCN3193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-2703187828269950374</id><published>2007-02-06T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:11:10.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia Palencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028454180966406770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rciob4nUmnI/AAAAAAAAAAY/dbu3s5wjhrw/s320/mia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This Sabahan jazz singer-songwriter has this deep, soothing voice that just makes me go "aaahhh...". I saw some clips of her performing with Roger Wang, one of Malaysia's best fingerstyle guitarists. My former guitar teacher, William Kok claims he can only do one percent of what Roger Wang does on the guitar. Heck, I can only do one percent of what William does. Even though I'm not really into fingerstyle guitar ('cos my fingers run all over the place) but still looks pretty cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, back to Mia. I find that she really has this great voice and it needs to be heard in clarity in order to really appreciate it. I've watched her in two separate acoustic sessions - one in an 8tv show and another at Campus City acoustic nite. In the 8tv show, she performed a jazz number accompanied by a bassist and a saxophonist. The outcome? Awesome. The bass was groovy and the sax did some cool fill-ins. At the Campus City acoustic nite, she performed a song she wrote about remembering where you come despite where the world leads you. That was when I sighed and went "aaahhh...". I know most Malaysians do not take much notice of local artistes. Well, I'm telling you that we have some serious talent out there. By the way, you can check her out here - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ka_n4m8j7zg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ka_n4m8j7zg&lt;/a&gt; Support local artistes! (only if they're good of course).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-2703187828269950374?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/2703187828269950374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=2703187828269950374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/2703187828269950374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/2703187828269950374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/02/mia-palencia.html' title='Mia Palencia'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_iwqh6i46oi4/Rciob4nUmnI/AAAAAAAAAAY/dbu3s5wjhrw/s72-c/mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-3171291350210123610</id><published>2007-02-03T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T01:27:13.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You belong to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright Malaysia! Was so proud seeing the gal team from Malaysia winning the Amazing Race finale. These girls fought a nail-bitting race right to the end. They worked so well together, had brains, gritty, tough; you name it, they had it all to win. I remembered an episode where they were lagging behind in a challenge. The challenge required you to paste cow dung onto walls. Joe Jer, the fatter girl, literally punished the walls with shit! And then there was that food challenge and again Joe Jer ate everything pretty easily from what I observed while the other bimbos were struggling like hell - vomitting, crying. Sigh, pathetic. Zabrina did her part too of course. I just can't really remember much, although she was very focused if I may say. Their who-cares-bout-makeup/ looking-good-in-front-of-the-camera certainly earned them the top prize. To be honest, I thought Joe Jer and Zabrina were one of the not-so-good-looking girls in the show unlike the hotter girls like Syeon, the Filipino and Singaporean team. I guess this just shows that bimbos are just,well...bimbos. So congrats Joe Jer and Zabrina for winning the Amazing Race Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026988390232660578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwqh6i46oi4/RcNzTonUmmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HzDdadu0G_E/s320/team-zabrina-joejer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those who watches American Idol, that old man was pretty admirable wasn't he? 64 year old Sherman auditioned for AI just because he promised his wife so. And get this - his wife passed away 2 days before the audition. A silly promise I would say but I think Sherman wanted to do something extraordinary to show his wife how much he loves her after many years of marriage and despite her illness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He actually did pretty okay in the audition and is nevertheless better than most of the idiots who think they can sing but can bloody well not. He sang "You belong to me", an old classic. For those who don't know the song, Jason Wade of Lifehouse actually did a version of it, singing it on the soundtrack of Shrek 1. Remember the scene where Shrek and Princess Fiona were eating weed rats beside the fire with the Kingdom of Duloc showing in the background. Yep, that's the one. Such a simple and sweet song. Wished I could sing it to someone. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-3171291350210123610?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/3171291350210123610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=3171291350210123610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/3171291350210123610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/3171291350210123610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-belong-to-me.html' title='You belong to me'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_iwqh6i46oi4/RcNzTonUmmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HzDdadu0G_E/s72-c/team-zabrina-joejer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-116974891274883233</id><published>2007-01-26T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T03:25:24.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh drools...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/1600/274245/LV-09E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/400/994718/LV-09E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Larrivee LV-09E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Solid Canadian Sitka Spruce top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Indian Rosewood back and sides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;L.R. Baggs Onboard iMix Notch System &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/1600/395230/PRS%20custom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 403px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="411" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/400/917624/PRS%20custom.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRS Custom 24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/1600/445676/PRS%20soapbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/400/117864/PRS%20soapbar.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRS Singlecut Standard Satin Soapbar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/1600/516090/line%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/400/88720/line%206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Line6 PODxt Live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donations kindly needed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116974891274883233?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116974891274883233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116974891274883233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116974891274883233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116974891274883233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-drools.html' title='oh drools...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-116956758890416701</id><published>2007-01-23T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:53:09.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know how sometimes you're online and you're just feeling so bored? You wanna strike up a conversation with one of your online buddies but you just don't know what to talk about other than start the conversation with "hi" or "how are you". I guess this happens when you're online so often. I thought to me self, "how do I get people to talk to me instead?" And then it struck me. I put up "I'm in love" as my nick. Ten messages flowed in almost at once. "Who is it??", "since when???", "dun bluff!", "congrats! ",  etc. All sorts of funny messages. I didn't know so many people were interested in my love life. I'm amused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116956758890416701?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116956758890416701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116956758890416701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116956758890416701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116956758890416701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love.'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-116948276141992942</id><published>2007-01-22T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:45:36.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome sporting weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As some of you may know I enjoy watching sports as much as I enjoy playing them (though I'm not very good). So okay, you'll probably already guessed why it was an enjoyable weekend for me. First up, Malaysia won the men's doubles at the recent Malaysian Open. Our, currently the hottest, pair made up of two young chaps around my age - Koo Kien Kiet and Tan Boon Heong. It was shrill excitement watching them play. Candra and Tony looked nothing less than two uncles struggling to keep up to the fast paced game. I guess Rexy (Malaysian doubles coach) definitely brought a more attack-minded play into Malaysia. Indonesia boleh! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/320/48295/s_pg66kook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal once again showed why they play one of the most exciting game of football. Their penetrating passes and one-touch football definitely outplayed Manchester United. I have to admit though that Patrice Evra, Man U's French defender, was kinda impressive. Despite being a goal down, Robin van Persie proved he was to be taken seriously as a goal scorer. Thierry Henry without a doubt is a class on its own. How many times has he netted the game winner; this time in injury time too. When Arsenal is at their best, nothing can stop them. Arsenal, Arsenal, Arsenal! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;p/s: Hoey Theen, you prayed right? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/320/466849/arsenal%201.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and did I mention that Chelsea lost? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/320/842410/_42474623_crouch416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's one of them Chelsea boys biting the dust or shall I say kissing Liverpool's a**? =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116948276141992942?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116948276141992942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116948276141992942' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116948276141992942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116948276141992942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/01/awesome-sporting-weekend.html' title='Awesome sporting weekend'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-116939424947503587</id><published>2007-01-21T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:44:09.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The complex infrastructure known as the female mind</title><content type='html'>We all know the girls that i am talking about&lt;br /&gt;Well they are time bombs and they are ticking&lt;br /&gt;And the only question's when they'll blow up&lt;br /&gt;And they'll blow up&lt;br /&gt;We know that without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Cause they're those girls,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know those girls that let their emotions get the best of them&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;And I've contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man&lt;br /&gt;Let's get emotional girls to all wear mood rings&lt;br /&gt;So we'll be tipped off to when they're ticked off&lt;br /&gt;Cause we'll know just what they're thinking, just what they're thinking&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;She's so pretty but she doesn't always act that way&lt;br /&gt;Her mood's swinging on the swing set almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;She said to me that she's so happy its depressing(stressed out that its soothing)&lt;br /&gt;And all I said was someone get that girl a mood ring&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;If its drama you want then look no further&lt;br /&gt;They're like the real world meets boy meets world meets days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;And it just kills me how they get away with murder&lt;br /&gt;They'll anger you then batt their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Those pretty eyes that watch you sympathize&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Cause when its black it means watch your back because you're probably&lt;br /&gt;The last person in the world right now she wants to see&lt;br /&gt;And when its blue it means that you should call her up immediately&lt;br /&gt;And ask her out because she'll most likely agree&lt;br /&gt;And when its green it simply means that she is really stressed&lt;br /&gt;And when its clear it means shes completely emotionless(and that's alright i must confess)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;We all know the girls that I am talking about&lt;br /&gt;She liked you Wednesday but now its Friday and she has to wash her hair&lt;br /&gt;And it just figures that we'll never figure them out&lt;br /&gt;First she's Jekyll and then she's Hyde&lt;br /&gt;At least she makes a lovely pair&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Mood ring oh mood ring&lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me will you bring the key&lt;br /&gt; To unlock this mystery&lt;br /&gt;Of girls and their emotions&lt;br /&gt;Play it back in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;So I may understand &lt;strong&gt;the complex infrastructure known as the female mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116939424947503587?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116939424947503587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116939424947503587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116939424947503587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116939424947503587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/01/complex-infrastructure-known-as-female.html' title='The complex infrastructure known as the female mind'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-116893448380431900</id><published>2007-01-16T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:01:23.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/1600/39576/zits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/400/430164/zits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116893448380431900?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116893448380431900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116893448380431900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116893448380431900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116893448380431900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2007/01/zits.html' title='Zits'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-116738825576479512</id><published>2006-12-29T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:30:55.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Okay...so Christmas is over. What  a relief! (yes, what a relief indeed). My choir and dance performances went fine. Thank God I didn't fall off the stage or rip my pants or anything like that. Christmas was tiring but enjoyable nonetheless. After watching "Night at the Museum" we headed to a Pakistani restaurant. Now that's a first - eating Pakistani food on Christmas day. Hoey Theen said the restaurant had an ancient-looking toilet. It looked pretty ordinary to me. Dang, should have taken a photo and let you guys evaluate. Anyway, here are some other photos from the FGT Christmas Dinner and dinner on Christmas. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/400/525207/DSC04424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                  From left - Kim, Lian Khin, Hoey Theen, me, Jared, Josh and Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/400/352318/DSC04485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Kor Kor Mike and Jie Jie Hoey Theen at the Pakistani restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/400/422380/christmas%20dinner%2006%27%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Me and Kit at the FGT Christmas Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/400/557866/DSC04483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Top - Mel Mel, Mike, Lian Khin (Miss Oh-I-Love-His-Cups)&lt;br /&gt;                                  Bottom - Big Sis, Me, Daphne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/400/597034/DSC04387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Me and Big Sis. Oh and that's the tie she gave me for Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116738825576479512?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116738825576479512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116738825576479512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116738825576479512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116738825576479512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-pics.html' title='Christmas pics'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-116658326606887404</id><published>2006-12-20T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T10:56:05.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down in Flames</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christians, we're all afraid of fire. We prefer to suck on pacifiers. Baby pacifists, we're throwing fits. We don't shake hands, we shake our fists. We're cannibals. We watch our brothers fall. We eat our own the bones and all. Finally fell asleep on the plane. To wake to see we're going down in flames. We're gonna down, down, down in flames. We're gonna drown, drown, drown insane. We see the problem and the risk, but nothing's solved. We just say, "Tisk, tisk, tisk." and "Shame, shame, shame." Finally fell asleep on the plane. To wake to see we're going down in flames. Christians, we mourn, the thorn is stuck in the side of the body. Watch it self-destruct. The enemy is much ignored when we fight this Christian civil war. We're cannibals. We watch our brothers fall. We eat our own, the bones and all. Finally fell asleep on the plane. To wake to see we're going down in flames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me pause to clarify ('cause I'm sure you're asking, "why?"). I stand before you, and proudly claim to belong to what this song complains. I'm part of the problem, I confess, but I got to get this off my chest. Let's extinguish the anguish for which we're to blame, and save the world from going down in flames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116658326606887404?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116658326606887404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116658326606887404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116658326606887404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116658326606887404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/12/down-in-flames.html' title='Down in Flames'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-116617490678915065</id><published>2006-12-15T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T15:45:31.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fixed my flag baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Layer One ~ On The Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt;: Joel Yim Zheng-Yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;birth date&lt;/span&gt;: 23 September 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;current status&lt;/span&gt;: Single. Quite complicated too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eye colour&lt;/span&gt;: Dard brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hair colour&lt;/span&gt;: Mostly black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;righty or lefty&lt;/span&gt;: righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; zodiac sign&lt;/span&gt;: Inthe Star, I'm a Virgo. In the Strait Times, I'm a Libra. I don't really care anyway. Zodiac are for idiots.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Layer Two ~ On The Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;your heritage&lt;/span&gt;: Chinese. Ancestors probably from south China. I have people telling me I'm Chindian, Portugese, Malay, Iban, Bidayuh though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;your fears&lt;/span&gt;: Rodents. I would be the first to jump on a chair if I see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;your weaknesses&lt;/span&gt;: Lactose. Like how Kryptonite makes Superman weak, lactose makes me weak...or purge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;your perfect pizza&lt;/span&gt;: How come we don't have those big, oily anchovies on our pizzas here?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Layer Three ~ Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;your first thoughts waking up&lt;/span&gt;: "What day is it today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;your bedtime&lt;/span&gt;: Not fixed although I try to sleep by 12 if I have classes in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;your most missed memory&lt;/span&gt;: The one where time stopped.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Layer Four ~ Your Pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;pepsi or coke&lt;/span&gt;: Coke. Prefer the taste. I've even learn to distinguish between fake and original cokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;mcdonald's or burger king&lt;/span&gt;: McD's simply because they have more variety on their menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;single or group dates&lt;/span&gt;: Single if I want quality time together. Group for the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;adidas or nike&lt;/span&gt;: Adidas. Nike wears out too easily on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;lipton or nestea&lt;/span&gt;: Lipton for breakfast, Nestea for a refresher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;chocolate or vanilla&lt;/span&gt;: Chocolate definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;cappuccino or coffee&lt;/span&gt;: Coffee. I don't take milk.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Layer Five ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;do you smoke&lt;/span&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;curse&lt;/span&gt;: Only when I'm provoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;take a shower&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah. I take the longest showers in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;have a crush&lt;/span&gt;: For now, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;think you've been in love&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;go to school&lt;/span&gt;: College kid. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;want to get married&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. I don't want to spend the rest of my life alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;believe in yourself&lt;/span&gt;: Depends. I can have very low self-esteem depending on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;think you're a health freak&lt;/span&gt;: Haha...no. I'm not one of those people who gets up early to jog in hopes of slimming down to fit into that new dress you know. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Layer Six ~ In The Past Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;drank alcohol&lt;/span&gt;: No. Too busy to get wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;been on stage&lt;/span&gt;: I go onstage at least twice a month to play guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;: Damn, I have not eaten sushi for so long already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Layer Seven ~ Have You Ever...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;played a stripping game&lt;/span&gt;: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;changed who you were to fit in&lt;/span&gt;: I'm gonna dance and sing in a choir on Christmas. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Layer Eight ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;age you're hoping to get married&lt;/span&gt;: By 27. Hopefully my grandma will be able to witness my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Layer Nine ~ In A Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;best eye colour&lt;/span&gt;: Usual Asian colour, dark brown or black. Green and blue eyes freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;best hair colour&lt;/span&gt;: Anything as long as it isn't too bright. Definitely not blonde. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;short or long hair&lt;/span&gt;: Doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Layer Ten ~ What Were You Doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1 minute ago&lt;/span&gt;: Picking my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1 hour ago&lt;/span&gt;: Eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;4.5 hours ago&lt;/span&gt;: Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1 month ago&lt;/span&gt;: Finished exams. Bumming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1 year ago&lt;/span&gt;: Can't remember &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Layer Eleven ~ Finish The Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i love&lt;/span&gt;: my bolster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i feel&lt;/span&gt;: like hugging my bolster and going back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i hate&lt;/span&gt;: it when my mom washes my bolster and the scent just isn't there anymore until after a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i hide&lt;/span&gt;: my bolster when its time to wash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i miss&lt;/span&gt;: fatty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i need&lt;/span&gt;: money. I'm flat broke.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Layer Twelve ~ Tag 5 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone will do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116617490678915065?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116617490678915065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116617490678915065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116617490678915065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116617490678915065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-fixed-my-flag-baby.html' title='I fixed my flag baby'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-116494763549153895</id><published>2006-12-01T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:28:33.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiangmai, Thailand</title><content type='html'>Wanted to blog 'bout my holiday in Thailand but I've been busy lately. Here's some pics though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/320/920078/PB280695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                           Elephant Camp. That's my tour guide at the far left.                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/1600/120139/PB290763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/320/790630/PB290763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Snake whisky anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/1600/508593/PB270684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/320/730993/PB270684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with some hot Thai transvestities. I wanted to take a pic with the one in red initially. The one in blue couldn't resist me and came right to me. Note my foot shuffling aside for the one in blue. Also, note the fat tranvestite in the background. Thankfully, he didn't come running to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/1600/619065/PB290756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/320/826582/PB290756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Akha tribe culture is such that a man and woman cannot sleep together even after marriage except when they wanna make babies. They made this to show that they're stilll humans...something like that. I just found it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4992/2597/320/298029/PB290750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                            With the Long Neck women in northern Thailand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116494763549153895?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116494763549153895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116494763549153895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116494763549153895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116494763549153895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/12/chiangmai-thailand.html' title='Chiangmai, Thailand'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-116430189491807125</id><published>2006-11-24T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:18:33.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 Firsts--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First Best Friend&lt;/span&gt; &gt; Hui Kean. Met him in standard one. We still keep in touch even though he's studying in Australia at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First Screen name&lt;/span&gt; &gt; Like Meng Hong, I take this as an online nickname. Think it was shootist 'cos I really liked shooting hoops then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First Pet Name&lt;/span&gt; &gt; Never really had one. I think its Jojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First Piercing&lt;/span&gt; &gt; Never had one. Afraid of needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First Crush&lt;/span&gt; &gt; In kindergarten. I even told my mummy about it. I can still remember her name - Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First CD&lt;/span&gt; - Can't remember lah. I think it was M2M 'cos I really liked the Pokemon movie soundtrack. Damn gay but I was only a kid then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First School&lt;/span&gt; - Tadika Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First Cries&lt;/span&gt; - When I came into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First Kiss&lt;/span&gt; - For me to know and for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;First Car&lt;/span&gt; - My Cadillac - Hotwheels edition.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 Lasts--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last Time You Smoked&lt;/span&gt; &gt; Never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last Food You Ate&lt;/span&gt; &gt; Mom's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last Car Ride&lt;/span&gt; &gt; from dance practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last Movie You Watched&lt;/span&gt; &gt; Accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last Phone Call&lt;/span&gt; &gt; from Cae Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last Bubble Bath You Took&lt;/span&gt; &gt; Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You Listened To&lt;/span&gt; &gt; the MSN instant message beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last Words You Said&lt;/span&gt; - (to Josh) "What time Amazing Race starting ah?"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Have You Ever--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dated A Best Friend&lt;/span&gt; &gt; No, I have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Been Arrested&lt;/span&gt; &gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Been on TV&lt;/span&gt; &gt; Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eaten Sushi&lt;/span&gt; - definitely. My fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cheated On Your B/F or G/F&lt;/span&gt; &gt; Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Been On A Blind Date&lt;/span&gt; &gt; Nope. Would be interesting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Been Out Of The Country&lt;/span&gt; &gt; Yup. Leaving the country next week for vacation in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Been In Love&lt;/span&gt; &gt; A couple of times...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things You Are Wearing--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &gt; a CF rally t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;2 &gt; shorts&lt;br /&gt;3 &gt; glasses&lt;br /&gt;4 &gt; my blue undies&lt;br /&gt;5 &gt; friendship band&lt;br /&gt;6 &gt; leg hair?&lt;br /&gt;7 &gt; nothing else&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Things You've Done Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &gt; Finished reading "Lost World" by Michael Chrichton.&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; Practiced Christmas dance item.&lt;br /&gt;3 &gt; Downloaded some songs.&lt;br /&gt;4 &gt; Checked my email.&lt;br /&gt;5 &gt; Played Gameboy.&lt;br /&gt;6 &gt; Made everyone at dance practice laugh....again.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Favorite Things (not in any order)--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &gt; Acoustic guitars&lt;br /&gt;2 &gt; Seafood&lt;br /&gt;3 &gt; Baskin Robbins&lt;br /&gt;4 &gt; Board shorts&lt;br /&gt;5 &gt; My bolster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 People You Most Trust--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &gt; My brother, Josh&lt;br /&gt;2 &gt; Hoey Theen&lt;br /&gt;3 &gt; Meng Yoe (proud or not =p)&lt;br /&gt;4 &gt; Cae Me&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things You Want To Do Before You Die--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; To write songs.&lt;br /&gt;2 &gt; To make sure my loved ones know that they are loved.&lt;br /&gt;3 &gt; To at least meet the girl I was destined to marry.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Choices--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vanilla or Chocolate&lt;/span&gt; - Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hugs or Kisses&lt;/span&gt; - hugs AND kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Person You Want To See Right Now--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly a special someone but sigh...dream on lah.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116430189491807125?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116430189491807125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116430189491807125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116430189491807125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116430189491807125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-fun.html' title='For fun...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-116418959831097009</id><published>2006-11-22T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:59:58.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping out of my comfort zone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christmas draws near I've been challenged to really do something that really does not define me. Yeah, do something like joining the Christmas choir and dance team. Many people were surprised (don't blame them really). Most laughed (don't blame them too). Heck, even my own parents laughed. So much for the support. But anyway despite regretting many, many times over my decisions, I think I'll go ahead and give it a shot. Sort of a personal challenge. Clara has been very kind and sweet to reassure me that I'll be fine and she even joined both the choir and dance because of me. By the way, I'm singing bass in the choir. Not too bad although I find it tough to project my voice. My vocal range isn't that wide either. My normal reaction will be I'll just lip synch if I can't reach/remember/keep up with the parts. But I decided I'll just put in some effort into this and then I'll really know if I'm bad or not. So far, I'm really bad. Feel intimidated by my fellow bass partner, Salmon, this African dude who has a really deep, bassy voice. I, on the other hand, sound like some chicken screeching.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for dance. I knew I definitely cannot do this but I decided to this for a friend who's organising it and was really desperate for dancers. Choir was already beginning to feel like a big mistake and I actually let myself believe that maybe I could dance. Started first practice yesterday and it was a disaster. Now I know what kayu means. Even managed to draw laughs (the big, loud ones) every time I made a mistake. Oh well, at least I livened up the atmosphere a little bit. =)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I had another first when I went for a haircut. Not related to Christmas but this was definitely a first for me. My usual stylist wasn't in so I was asked if another person can do the job instead. Yeah sure...no problem. Then I was asked if a student stylist can cut my hair for half the price. Even better, I'm trying to save money. Then I was asked again if I really did not mind another person cutting my hair. Hey lady, I said yes right? Only when the guy started cutting my hair did I realise why the lady reassured me. The student stylist seemed like he was cutting hair for the first time and I was the guinea pig! His supervisor a.k.a. sifu was there to guide him. Every time he took a snip of my hair his supervisor would correct him. Know how to cut hair wan or not?!? Damn supervisor didn't stay there the whole time, apparently to give the student space to breathe. My hair turned out okay in the end. Did not expect much anyway. The back was still too long but I dare not risk asking him to cut again. I got Joshua to trim it for me and you know what? I think Joshua would have done a better job. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116418959831097009?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116418959831097009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116418959831097009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116418959831097009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116418959831097009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/11/stepping-out-of-my-comfort-zone.html' title='Stepping out of my comfort zone.'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-116237841514937661</id><published>2006-11-01T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:53:35.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Pepper Chicken Chop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/1600/Zits.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/400/Zits.png" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116237841514937661?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116237841514937661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116237841514937661' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116237841514937661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116237841514937661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/11/black-pepper-chicken-chop.html' title='Black Pepper Chicken Chop'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-116221744579337802</id><published>2006-10-30T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:10:45.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who gives a damn...really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, so United Live's coming to KL next month (co-host by SIB KL). Its exciting because they are an awesome worship band and they can really rock. Planetshakers is holding a 3 day conference as usual at the Pyramid Convention Centre in December. Casting Crowns will be going to Singapore. Man, I wish I could go to that one. But anyway, what's all this crap I'm hearing about United Live being better than Planetshakers or vice-versa? Music-wise, its easy to comment. It's a wonder sometimes if Planetshakers and United Live are just out there to sell albums. Heck, Planetshakers has an album almost every year (with the same repeated songs too). Then there's that argument that United Live's musicians are just plain posers with their super low-slung guitars and star jumps onstage. The songs seemed monotonous because they sound similar at times, just different lyrics, sparking the debate that they're just trying to put new songs into each album. Young musicians no doubt, try to emulate these worship maestros. Hey, who doesn't want to feel like a rock star in a "holy and acceptable" way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But put all these things aside and you still can't deny that these two bands have written some great songs about God. It really doesn't matter who's better. To me, its the genuinity of the band to inspire people to worship truthfully. Forget about comparing their musicianship, showmanship, styles, &lt;em&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt;. I bet both bands are out there to rock for Jesus. United Live better than Planetshakers? Who gives a damn...really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116221744579337802?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116221744579337802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116221744579337802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116221744579337802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116221744579337802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-gives-damnreally.html' title='Who gives a damn...really.'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-116153433256770010</id><published>2006-10-22T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:25:32.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggy tag tag</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by sara so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;a) playing my acoustic guitar&lt;br /&gt;b) shooting hoops&lt;br /&gt;c) reading a good book&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Things On My "To-Do" List:&lt;br /&gt;a) group assignment meeting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;b) study&lt;br /&gt;c) buy hoey theen's birthday present&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Unique Traits:&lt;br /&gt;a) i know how to tie a girl's hair.&lt;br /&gt;b) self-taught guitarist?&lt;br /&gt;c) i listen&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Favourite Drinks:&lt;br /&gt;a) pineapple bacardi&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;em&gt;leng chee kang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) coke&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Passions:&lt;br /&gt;a) playing music&lt;br /&gt;b) acoustic guitars&lt;br /&gt;c) Christianity&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Awesome Movies:&lt;br /&gt;a) The Patriot&lt;br /&gt;b) Shrek 1&lt;br /&gt;c) A Walk To Remember (pretty gay i know)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Good Bands:&lt;br /&gt;a) Relient K&lt;br /&gt;b) Lost Prophets&lt;br /&gt;c) Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I Am Anal About:&lt;br /&gt;a) rodents&lt;br /&gt;b) extremely dirty restrooms&lt;br /&gt;c) being taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Random Men:&lt;br /&gt;a) Daniel&lt;br /&gt;b) Matthew Thiessen&lt;br /&gt;c) Tan Min Ser&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Bad Habits:&lt;br /&gt;a) taking a long time in the shower&lt;br /&gt;b) procrastination&lt;br /&gt;c) picking nose while driving&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Painful Experiences:&lt;br /&gt;a) getting bullied in primary school&lt;br /&gt;b) breakup&lt;br /&gt;c) hand getting sliced by ceiling fan&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Treasured Memories:&lt;br /&gt;a) earning the reputation as a good shooter back in high school&lt;br /&gt;b) Goldcoast, Australia, December 2000&lt;br /&gt;c) my first date =p&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Goals Before 30:&lt;br /&gt;a) to achieve purpose in life&lt;br /&gt;b) to get married&lt;br /&gt;c) to be successful&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Biggest Fears:&lt;br /&gt;a) rodents. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;b) needles&lt;br /&gt;c) painful death&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Favourite Desserts:&lt;br /&gt;a) chocolate ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;b) that longan/lychee/nata de coco concoction&lt;br /&gt;c) durian!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3 Persons I Tag:&lt;br /&gt;a) Abel&lt;br /&gt;b) Ryan&lt;br /&gt;c) Aunty Coco?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116153433256770010?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116153433256770010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116153433256770010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116153433256770010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116153433256770010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/10/taggy-tag-tag.html' title='Taggy tag tag'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-116126620052714291</id><published>2006-10-19T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:56:40.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some good and some bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To start, I had a very dreaded test this morning. Couldn't really study last night so I decided to bring my lecture notes and have a quick read before the test at college. So much for studying 'cos I realised I left my lecture notes at home when I reached class. Anyway, I still had another set and my textbook. The test was...well...not very good anyway. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I fell asleep while having a group discussion. My group mates didn't wake me up and I ended up missing lunch and I left my marketing group mates in the lab stressing to complete the project. Gosh, I really felt bad. Thank God Miss Alice wasn't mad at us eventhough we handed in a lil late. Later Miss Alice anounced that 5 students failed their case study because they left out their bibliography. I panicked for a moment. Did I do my bibliography. I checked my soft copy and it wasn't there. Miss Alice was kind enough to help me check my hard copy. Man I was already thinking about the consequences if had I fail my case study on the way to her room. She slowly pulled out a couple of copies, browse through and my name wasn't in the failure group. Whew! Glad my day didn't end badly. Faced enough disasters today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116126620052714291?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116126620052714291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116126620052714291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116126620052714291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116126620052714291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-good-and-some-bad.html' title='Some good and some bad...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-116100167919955251</id><published>2006-10-16T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:28:00.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some photos from the prom at Genting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/1600/PA150512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/400/PA150512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Me and the "angels"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/1600/PA140509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/400/PA140509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with Joyce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/1600/PA140494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/400/PA140494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view of the room. Not too shabby. That's Suardy watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/1600/PA140510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/400/PA140510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with Callie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/1600/PA140500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/400/PA140500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls taking AGES to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-116100167919955251?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/116100167919955251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=116100167919955251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116100167919955251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/116100167919955251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-photos-from-prom-at-genting.html' title='Some photos from the prom at Genting'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115979804432236186</id><published>2006-10-02T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:07:24.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 cheers for joel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Submitted final research assignment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drove stick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drove stick without crashing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115979804432236186?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115979804432236186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115979804432236186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115979804432236186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115979804432236186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/10/3-cheers-for-joel.html' title='3 cheers for joel...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115936753625625828</id><published>2006-09-27T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:32:16.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Shuffle</title><content type='html'>The Requirements:&lt;br /&gt;Put your music player on 'shuffle'&lt;br /&gt;Press forward for each question&lt;br /&gt;Use the song title as the answer to the question&lt;br /&gt;NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;1. How am i feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;- Feeling this, Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;comment: yeah man, feeling college pressure. you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;2. Where will i get married?&lt;br /&gt;- Anything, Third Eye Blind.&lt;br /&gt;comment : anything &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; dear....&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3. What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;- Stop crying your heart out, Oasis&lt;br /&gt;comment : more like stop eating your heart out man...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;4. What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;- Brain stew, Green Day.&lt;br /&gt;comment : exactly. study until brain become stew.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the best thing about me?&lt;br /&gt;-These are not my pants, Five Iron Frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;comment : i wear other people's pants...without realising it...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;6. How is today going to be?&lt;br /&gt;- All I need is You, United Live&lt;br /&gt;comment : all i need is you God. help me with my assignments!!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;7. What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;- I wish we'd all been ready, DC Talk.&lt;br /&gt;comment : hopefully not. i'm supposed to hand in my assignments by the end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;8. What song describes my parents?&lt;br /&gt;- Tisbury Lane, Mae.&lt;br /&gt;comment : not relevant.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;9. How is my life going?&lt;br /&gt;- Romeo and Juliet, Edwin McCain.&lt;br /&gt;comment : do i need a juliet??&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;10. What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;- I'll be, Edwin McCain.&lt;br /&gt;comment : i'll be your crying shoulder...*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;11. How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;- Famous One, Charlie Band Hall.&lt;br /&gt;comment : yeah baby, i'm famous.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;12. What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;- Gone going, Black Eye Peas featuring Jack Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;comment : really? i'm always here &lt;em&gt;wat...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;13. Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;- Drive, Ziggy Marley&lt;br /&gt;comment : there's one line that goes like this -"you know you can't go on...thinking...the things wrong..."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;14. How can i make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Breakdown (Veggie Tales), Relient K&lt;br /&gt;comment : breakdown &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. where got happy? haha but the song is cute though. who doesn't love veggie tales?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;15. What should i do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;- Smells like Teen Spirit (punk cover),New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;comment : yup...to those who said i'm old. i'm still a teen okay?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;16. Will i ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;- We're so far away, Mae&lt;br /&gt;.comment : *we're so far away honey. how to make babies?* lol...kidding. definitely don't want it to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;17. What is some good advice?&lt;br /&gt;- Hey hey, The Elms.&lt;br /&gt;comment : - hey hey...listen to some good advice from The Elms. This is the song in "Laguna Beach" btw.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;18. What do i think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;- Everyday, Hillsongs.&lt;br /&gt;comment : everyday God...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;19. What does everyone else think about my life?&lt;br /&gt;- O Praise Him (all this for a king), David Crowder Band.&lt;br /&gt;comment : yeah. i hope i would one day reach the point where everyone will know i praise him.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;20. What type of style of women do you like?&lt;br /&gt;- Different, Acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;comment : yup, i like women who dare to be different sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;21. Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;- I miss you like crazy, The Moffatts.&lt;br /&gt;comment: damn. i missed it?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;22. What should i do with my love life?&lt;br /&gt;- White Houses, Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;comment : first, me and my baby will get a white house and then...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;23. Where will you live?&lt;br /&gt;- My girlfriend, Relient K.&lt;br /&gt;comment : with my girlfriend? haha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;24. What will your dying words be?&lt;br /&gt;- Dandelions, Five Iron Frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;comment : just bring dandelions to my funeral...whatever that is...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;25. When i'm having sex, i say...&lt;br /&gt;- Save tonight, Eagle Eye Cherry.&lt;br /&gt;comment : HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;26. When i meet a guy/lady for the first time, i say...&lt;br /&gt;- Word play, Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;comment : yeah, i'll probably just play with words.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;27. When my parents are angry, i say...&lt;br /&gt;- Knocking on heaven's door, Guns and Roses.&lt;br /&gt;comment : HAHA! this one made me laugh the hardest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115936753625625828?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115936753625625828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115936753625625828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115936753625625828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115936753625625828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/09/music-shuffle.html' title='The Music Shuffle'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-115857447479052606</id><published>2006-09-18T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T18:14:34.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playground Bimbo 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spotted! Another playground bimbo on my list. Hope you like this Kimmy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/320/Slide160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                            "Wheeee....!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/320/Slide147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;                                             "Help, I'm stuck..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I better say something nice or she'll sue me for defamation. Kimmy is a really nice girl and I'm speaking from my heart. I really really appreciate the time when she treated me to Victoria's Station and the stuff she buys for me and my brothers (especially Jared). If anyone knows a nice single man contact me! =) We love you Kimmy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115857447479052606?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115857447479052606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115857447479052606' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115857447479052606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115857447479052606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/09/playground-bimbo-2.html' title='Playground Bimbo 2'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115850769286603967</id><published>2006-09-17T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:41:32.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tiring Saturday...a sleepy Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Classes commence again after a week's break. I told myself I have to enjoy my weekend as much as possible. So here's how my weekend went...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday. I woke up for 6 a.m. prayer meeting 'cos I had worship practice later on. Worship practice ended early so I hopped over to Aunty Tyan Min's house to help prepare for the barbeque that night. I'm proud to say that I peeled potatoes for the very first time that day. Nearly sliced my fingers 3 times but I learned fast. After peeling and mashing, Hoey Theen and Mel came over to my place to eat my grandma's &lt;em&gt;lemak laksa. &lt;/em&gt;I love laksa so I had 2 large bowls. Regretted soon after when my stomach started to ache like crazy for eating too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afternoon came and time to go to youth meeting. The topic that day was Finding the Right Spouse. BGR (Boy Girl Relationship) in other words. The crowd was big for that kind of topic as usual. I tried hard to pay attention because I only slept for 3 hours the night before. The talk was good nonetheless. Even though I've read books and listened to countless of sermons on this topic, there's always something for me to learn. Hope my next relationship would be a blessed one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Barbeque. Met my fairy godmother's (Hoey Theen) colleagues, although I've forgotten all their names already except Phoebe because she look like my accounts tuition teacher when I was form 4. Barbeque was good even though I felt underage around a majority of working young adults. We played a couple games. Let me just say that I hate balloons...the big ones especially. We played this game where we had to blow balloons until they burst. One dude's balloon exploded just beside me, sending a spray of saliva into the air. Ewww...how he blow balloon &lt;em&gt;wan. &lt;/em&gt;We also sang some songs along with some childish actions. Its fun seeing adults acting like kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday. Struggled to wake up in the morning. Was supposed to wear stripes to church as according to plan. Decided to go all out but got disappointed when I saw Uncle Wai Hin and Shanker wearing stripes that had to be magnified to see. &lt;em&gt;Belot &lt;/em&gt;man. Wore my new tie which Hoey Theen gave for my birthday. Felt funny when I saw Uncle Sai Cheok wearing the same tie. Haha. I still love the tie nevertheless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't manage to eat breakfast because I was late which made me extra sleepy onstage. Goodness, my guitar felt as heavy as my eyelids. Couldn't wait to get home and rest after church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to play badminton in the evening. Lost to the kids as usual. Could have won if not for my one month lay-off. Haha, the excuses that I can come up with. Watched a really cool badminton game between Ryan and Uncle Mike. Uncle Mike won the game hands down. Found it uber cool the way he can play the shots with such precision and his stamina is just amazing. By the way, Ryan is in his 20s and Uncle Mike is in his 50s. Go Uncle Mike! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh. Wished my hols could be longer. Oh well, life goes on. Life as a student starts again on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115850769286603967?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115850769286603967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115850769286603967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115850769286603967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115850769286603967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/09/tiring-saturdaya-sleepy-sunday.html' title='A tiring Saturday...a sleepy Sunday...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-115805055136248196</id><published>2006-09-12T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:42:31.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playground Bimbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes people. She literally came, saw and conquered. Playground Bimbo took to the slides like a...well...bimbo. As the kids ran away frightened (actually they just thought the bimbo was weird), we managed to snap some shots. We didn't manage to capture her while she was sliding (sorry guys) but anyway here are some pics of her posing as usual. &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;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/400/DSC03015.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/400/DSC03022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                               Me teaching Hoey Theen how to iGallop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                               I went home with a sore butt that day.&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/400/DSC03016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115805055136248196?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115805055136248196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115805055136248196' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115805055136248196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115805055136248196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/09/playground-bimbo.html' title='Playground Bimbo'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115790767395648482</id><published>2006-09-11T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:01:13.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for a calling from the mothership.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so so sick of having this dry, irritating cough already. My mom doesn't allow me to eat my favourite fried bananas and prawn fritters. Even Aunty Coco didn't allow me to eat ice-cream today. Darn. I hope I recover in time for the bbq. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My exams are over and I have a week off from college. It's not really a break though. I still have assignments to complete. Sigh. Feeling so lazy at the moment. I'm waiting for a calling from the mothership. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115790767395648482?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115790767395648482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115790767395648482' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115790767395648482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115790767395648482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/09/waiting-for-calling-from-mothership.html' title='Waiting for a calling from the mothership.'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115713344755019971</id><published>2006-09-02T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:57:27.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku sepatutnya ulangkaji tetapi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. My initial plan was to go to the CSM (Chairman Singers Musicians) meeting and then go home right after it ends and revise a little bit since exam's starting on Monday. Well, so much for studying. I decided to go to basketball (feeling the good old days again) and also because I haven't seen Cae Me for quite some time and needed to pass her overdue birthday present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The basketball court looked pretty cool at night with the spotlights. I was a bit disappointed with the size of the rim and board because it wasn't regulation size and also I found it hard to shoot at such a small rim (shooting's my specialty...haha). But anyway its still a real blessing to have a basketball court. Playing with the dudes today was hilarious! I mean playing with dudes who play basketball for the first time like Emerson and Samuel was really something different. You actually see a bunch of 20-something year olds running around like kindy kids. Emerson got confused with football and &lt;em&gt;buat gaya header&lt;/em&gt; while Samuel defended by flying around like an &lt;em&gt;ayam&lt;/em&gt;. Real funny I tell you! Two persons impressed me with their own skills today and they are Wong Kah Mun and Kom Jia Chui. Okay so maybe its unfair of me to label cell leaders as lame people who can't play sports but those two weren't bad at all. Jia Chui can do a lay up, something most girls I know can't do, and Kah Mun scored the most points in the team. Not bad at all, not bad at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm coughing like mad now. Shouldn't have ate that chilli crab. Whatever...the chilli crab was real good! Me, Ryan and Cae Me shared 2 crabs and had sweet bread to dip in the sauce. My throat is going crazy now but it was worth it. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leonard talked to me over supper about how he wants to start a band in church. I'm not much of an electric guitarist but it was a cool idea. However it would be difficult practicing and jamming together unless we can use the church's facilities. I'm into Christian rock music nowadays and definitely want to improve. Anyway we'll see how the band idea goes. We still need a drummer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gonna start studying seriously tomorrow. Wish me luck people. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115713344755019971?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115713344755019971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115713344755019971' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115713344755019971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115713344755019971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/09/aku-sepatutnya-ulangkaji-tetapi.html' title='Aku sepatutnya ulangkaji tetapi...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115703478604681053</id><published>2006-08-31T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:33:08.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirasi dari cikgu tersayang ku, Tan Meng Yoe =p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay lah, bukan cikgu aku tetapi 'team member' aku. Dia tu lebih macam kawan saya. Sangat terkenal dalam isu-isu percintaan. "Doktor Cinta" gelaran-nya. Ungkapan terkenal dia - "Mereka kata bila kamu menemui awek hidup kamu, masa berhenti dan itu lah benar!" (bodohnya ungkapan tu, tak beri logik pun). Okay lah, cukup cukup. Blog ini berkenaan dengan aku, bukan dia. Dia tu memberi inspirasi kepada saya untuk mem-blog dalam Bahasa Malaysia saja. Hari ini pun Hari Merdeka kan? Bagus lah, aku blog dalam Bahasa Malaysia sempena hari yang bermakna ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebenarnya, mem-blog dalam BM boleh melepaskan 'stress' untuk saya walaupun agak sukar. Lawak aje aku ketawa pada BM aku yang teruk ini. Lewat lewat ni aku 'stress' kerana ada banyak kerja untuk buat kat kolej. Ada assignment yang kena hantar minggu depan. Ada peperiksaan lagi! Baik lah, minggu ini mesti ulang kaji, rajin sikit. Harap boleh dapat HD seperti apa yang Mak Cik Coco kata. Jika saya buat dia gembira mungkin boleh dapat ais krim lagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baik lah, ini saja dari aku hari ini. Mesti pergi ulang kaji. Ada kelas lagi besok, celaka.Harap cerita hari ini bukan macam tahi sangat. Eh, tunggu. Ini memang macam tahi lah. Bodoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115703478604681053?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115703478604681053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115703478604681053' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115703478604681053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115703478604681053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/08/inspirasi-dari-cikgu-tersayang-ku-tan.html' title='Inspirasi dari cikgu tersayang ku, Tan Meng Yoe =p'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115694285057024790</id><published>2006-08-30T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:00:50.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real sexy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://christinlny.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/2006/07/great_dae_eva_2.html"&gt;http://christinlny.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/2006/07/great_dae_eva_2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what does sexy mean again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115694285057024790?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115694285057024790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115694285057024790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115694285057024790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115694285057024790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/08/real-sexy.html' title='Real sexy...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-115686039322137778</id><published>2006-08-29T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:06:33.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Aunty Coco...</title><content type='html'>Okay &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, maybe I should not call you "Aunty" already. Afterall you did get me ice-cream. =)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the choco and pistachio combo! Really rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115686039322137778?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115686039322137778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115686039322137778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115686039322137778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115686039322137778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-aunty-coco.html' title='For Aunty Coco...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115651450715053030</id><published>2006-08-25T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:01:47.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I program games...</title><content type='html'>Welcome to BABY AIBO soccer game! Looks simple? It still gave me and some of my friends a big headache figuring out the codes. I hate programming! Don't want to play computer games already &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/320/AIBOpic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/320/AIBOpic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/320/AIBOpic8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: Meng Yoe, playing this soccer simulation game is better than playing futsal. At least you have higher chances of winning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115651450715053030?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115651450715053030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115651450715053030' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115651450715053030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115651450715053030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-program-games.html' title='I program games...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115606765200639840</id><published>2006-08-20T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T17:54:12.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aduh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiyoh&lt;/em&gt;, why did I let myself believe that I can win a futsal tournament? From now on I'm really going to accept the fact that I can't play sports for nuts. Heck, my only exercise is climbing the stairs everyday. To add to the shame of losing (badly), I hurt my foot in the process. But okay okay, before Meng Yoe blasts me again for being negative, I did had a bit of fun. My team, made up of players who hardly play, still manage to joke around after we were knocked out. Hey, we tried didn't we? We laughed about how John mistaken me for an opponent and tackled me and how the referee also got confused and blew the whistle for the foul. Our goalkeeper whom I just met in the tournament was a really nice guy too. Oh and I did score a goal in the tournament! Not for my team but another team I had to play in because they didn't had enough players. Okay so it was deflected but still, it was a GOAL. See Meng Yoe, I did score like you ask me too right? =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115606765200639840?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115606765200639840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115606765200639840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115606765200639840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115606765200639840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/08/aduh.html' title='Aduh!'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115556505606771847</id><published>2006-08-14T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:17:36.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel to be kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was watching "10 Things I Hate About You" after dinner. There was this song at the end of the movie with a catchy chorus that went like this - "you gotta be cruel to be kind, in the right measure...blah blah...". Can anyone explain that line to me? Just out of curiosity. Joel very naive&lt;em&gt; wan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115556505606771847?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115556505606771847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115556505606771847' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115556505606771847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115556505606771847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/08/cruel-to-be-kind.html' title='Cruel to be kind'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115522160755571578</id><published>2006-08-10T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:20:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of them couldn't get enough of herself so here's another one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/1600/file2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/320/file2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ding Dong and Dong Dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115522160755571578?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115522160755571578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115522160755571578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115522160755571578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115522160755571578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-of-them-couldnt-get-enough-of.html' title='One of them couldn&apos;t get enough of herself so here&apos;s another one'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115522060627453321</id><published>2006-08-10T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:36:46.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/1600/file.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/320/file.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nah, say I never appreciate. Appreciating you now. A blog entry just on you two. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115522060627453321?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115522060627453321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115522060627453321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115522060627453321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115522060627453321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/08/sisterhood.html' title='Sisterhood'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115496347000620839</id><published>2006-08-07T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:11:10.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream gear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel's been building some interest in electric guitars. Mainly after listening to some awesome guitarists (most of them snort drugs, screw chicks and drown in booze. why lah?) like John Frusciante, Joe Satriani, Jimi Hendrix, and a couple more. Here are some of the guitars that I would like to have. Note that I'm being realistic. These guitars aren't exactly the most expensive with all those custom-made features. Anyway, here are some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/1600/SZ520FM_TKS_1A_02.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/320/SZ520FM_TKS_1A_02.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the &lt;strong&gt;Ibanez SZ520FM&lt;/strong&gt;. A thick mahogany body, thru-body stringing, Gibraltar III bridge and a pair of humbuckers designed by Seymour Duncan and Ibanez. If I had this guitar, this would be my heavy-duty rocking axe (think Metallica). The inlays are really attractive, some heart-beat motive. The colour's cool, a bit gothic but cool nonetheless.  Maybe I'll do some Skillet with Piao and Leonard with this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/1600/1916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/320/1916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the &lt;strong&gt;Paul Reed Smith Soapbar SE&lt;/strong&gt;. This guitar has a lawsuit history behind it. Apparently Gibson took PRS to court claiming that the singlecut guitars produced resembles too much of its widely acclaimed Les Paul models. Now, PRS still manufactures the Soapbar. Only, it has a double-cutaway body now. I still prefer the single-cut. Anyway, this simple, no-frills guitar has a vintage cherry look, solid mahogany body and neck, a simple one volume, one tone controls, a stoptail bridge and my favourite - a pair of P90 pickups. Rather than the usual singlecoils and humbuckers, P90s offers an alternative in the middle. For those wondering, singlecoils are single magnetic pole pieces. They produce a brighter tone and are ideal for cutting throught he mix so you can be heard easily. However, they can be pretty noisy if attracting interference from nearby power sources.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Humbuckers in turn are two singlecoils wired with each other. They are generally more powerful, gives a fatter sound and more sustain. However, the price is less sustain and treble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, what are P90s? A P90 is basically a larger singlecoil. Which means you get a more powerful singlecoil and something that's close to a humbucker. With this pickup, it'll be easier to cover the heavier stuff as well as cleaner  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                songs. It'll be ideal for me 'cos I play in church. Imagine going from praise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                songs (King of Majesty) to worship songs (Over the mountains).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/1600/0130500363_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/320/0130500363_xl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a hard time choosing between this and a Telecaster. I guess the humbucker equiped at the bridge attracted me. Sure you can get a humbucker custom fitted onto your Telecaster but I just happen to like this one too. This my friends is the &lt;strong&gt;Fender Cyclone Deluxe&lt;/strong&gt;. It looks a lil bit like the guitar Kurt Cobain designed himself which is the Jag-Stang. Anyway this axe has an alder body, maple neck, singlecoil at the neck, humbucker at the bridge, master tone and volume controls and a vintage-style synchronised tremolo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The best-selling Fender guitar is no doubt the Fender Stratocaster. Well, I want something out of the usual and this looks like it! A humbucker at the bridge and a singlecoil at the neck is enough for me. The yellow grafitti colour represents something very youthful. Definitely my taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/1600/414ce_detail_full_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/320/414ce_detail_full_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the &lt;strong&gt;Taylor 414ce&lt;/strong&gt;. But actually if you ask me, I would accept any Taylor offered to me because well...its a Taylor! Nothing beats a Taylor except maybe a Martin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The model I chosen here has a grand auditorium body, Sitka Spruce top, Ovangkol back and sides and a mahogany neck. According to the website, Ovangkol has properties of the more expensive hardwood, Rosewood. This guitar is also fitted with the Taylor Expression System which is a pickup developed by Taylor themselves. From the picture, it looks really simple - one bass control, one treble control, and one volume control. However, from what I heard it sounds damn good and also has less feedback compared to active pre-amps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I chose this model because it has a beautiful looking Ovangkol body (Kit would beg to differ).  It also looks like Adrianne (a Taylor copy which I &lt;em&gt;sayang &lt;/em&gt;very much). Also, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                                 its body shape and choice of woods makes this ideal for the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                                 fingerpicking and medium strummer type of guitarist. A &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                                 dreadnought would appeal more to me because I'm a more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                                 heavy strummer. However, I dare not sacrifice too much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                                 on the volume of individual strings being plucked. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115496347000620839?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115496347000620839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115496347000620839' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115496347000620839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115496347000620839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-dream-gear.html' title='My dream gear'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115401139922164746</id><published>2006-07-27T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:43:19.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls.</title><content type='html'>5 words you'll definitely hear when chicks talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh my gawd!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*gasps* (not a word but consider the number of times its used, it'll do)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;like (like I can't understand why they use it? and like its so irritating? and like...oh whatever...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 signs showing you've been hanging out with girls pretty often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know who's cute and who's not on campus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking a read of Cleo is normal now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You grow a belly 'cos you always have to finish up their meals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know makeup at the back of your head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You start watching sappy Korean romance dramas (you actually know the lead actor's name too but might not know the female's).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115401139922164746?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115401139922164746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115401139922164746' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115401139922164746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115401139922164746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/07/girls.html' title='Girls.'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115332832423291180</id><published>2006-07-20T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T01:13:52.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again...</title><content type='html'>If you comment on this post:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;What I got from Miss Callie Lee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. first person i know who actually loves and drinks coffee =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. i challenge you to eat cheese.. hehe... its still the best way to overcome the problem... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. the colour PINK after today! *we'll get you a pink shirt* haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. A great friend overall... remember *chi muiz* =Pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5 haha urm it'll definately be "what is WIP?" during our marketing assignemnt.. lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. a cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. urm havent thought about one yet.. i'll ask you when i get one... hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Callie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;. one of those rare girls I know who loves to wear skirts to college. u look good lah...don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;2. i challenge you to show me those pictures in your phone.&lt;br /&gt;3. pink. (what is wrong with me?)&lt;br /&gt;4. gentle and polite. can I say 30% discount on Starbucks beverages? =p&lt;br /&gt;5. "World Cup is badminton. Thomas Cup is swimming". enough said.&lt;br /&gt;6. this is difficult. a fish?&lt;br /&gt;7. why is your name just "Callie Lee"? i find it cool. i'm just curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115332832423291180?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115332832423291180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115332832423291180' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115332832423291180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115332832423291180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/07/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115315359766915756</id><published>2006-07-17T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:26:37.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AWESOME PEOPLE I WANNA MEET:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;(b) John Petrucci&lt;br /&gt;(c) Josh Harris&lt;br /&gt;(d) Henry Seeley&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINGS I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Cold hard cash&lt;br /&gt;(b) My computer&lt;br /&gt;(c) My bolster&lt;br /&gt;(d) Bible&lt;br /&gt;(e) My mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WISH I COULD...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) be freaking rich&lt;br /&gt;(b) speak Chinese more fluently&lt;br /&gt;(c) play guitar like Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;(d) be fatter&lt;br /&gt;(e) play any one sport excellently&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) more money&lt;br /&gt;(b) REAL and GENUINE friends. (you know...those kind who actually does care about you?)&lt;br /&gt;(c) wisdom&lt;br /&gt;(d) to be happy in whatever I do&lt;br /&gt;(e) to know God more intimately&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONGS THAT I THINK ARE AWESOME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) If we are the body - Casting Crowns&lt;br /&gt;(b) So Julie - Jason Lo&lt;br /&gt;(c) I will survive - Cake&lt;br /&gt;(d) My girl's ex-boyfriend - Relient K&lt;br /&gt;(e) Absolutely (story of a girl) - Nine Days&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW I SEE MYSELF IN 10 YEARS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still playing the guitar in church? Rich and successful? A wife? Maybe a kid? Loves God more than ever before?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM FACTS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) I miss someone very much...still.&lt;br /&gt;(b) I would love to be able to sing well.&lt;br /&gt;(c) I hate people who take your care and concern for granted.&lt;br /&gt;(d) I hate pharisees.&lt;br /&gt;(e) I prefer briefs to boxers.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISCONCEPTIONS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some but I just don't feel like typing it out.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaclyn&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;br /&gt;Callie&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;br /&gt;Kheng Yee&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Teoh&lt;br /&gt;Kit Yi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115315359766915756?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115315359766915756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115315359766915756' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115315359766915756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115315359766915756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115269195608339463</id><published>2006-07-12T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:12:36.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long....Goodbye...Farewell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/1600/DSC00403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/400/DSC00403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     check out the one at the bottom right. we said he looked pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/1600/DSC00401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4992/2597/400/DSC00401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      hey, he looks pretty again. btw, the one in the middle and the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                      one in red were the ones leaving. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115269195608339463?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115269195608339463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115269195608339463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115269195608339463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115269195608339463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-longgoodbyefarewell.html' title='So long....Goodbye...Farewell...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115251294052203187</id><published>2006-07-10T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T14:29:00.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Phew*</title><content type='html'>Thank God I passed all my subjects for this semester. Hope I'll do better next semester which of course would be tougher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115251294052203187?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115251294052203187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115251294052203187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115251294052203187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115251294052203187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/07/phew.html' title='*Phew*'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-115246224736560184</id><published>2006-07-10T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:24:07.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No fair! I'm gonna find you too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miss Cheng Soo Min, I hereby promise to find your blog (even though you hardly update) by the end of this month. If by any means should I fail, I shall buy you more scrunchies (and abstain from spaghetti). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115246224736560184?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115246224736560184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115246224736560184' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115246224736560184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115246224736560184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-fair-im-gonna-find-you-too.html' title='No fair! I&apos;m gonna find you too!'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115200270960984372</id><published>2006-07-04T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:00:09.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the weak say I am strong</title><content type='html'>This is just to embarrass Paul and Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The matchup:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paul &amp; Brian vs Jamie &amp;amp; Joel (the less fancied/underdogs/whatever you want to call them)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Can't remember the score but nevertheless the less-fancied-but-more-talented pair won in rubber sets. To clear the false conceptions that people have; I don't get beaten by kids. I beat them. Correction - I beat them alongside a girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115200270960984372?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115200270960984372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115200270960984372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115200270960984372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115200270960984372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/07/let-weak-say-i-am-strong.html' title='Let the weak say I am strong'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115147977506468879</id><published>2006-06-28T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:29:35.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly I see</title><content type='html'>What starts as something beautiful does not necessarily mean it'll end that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115147977506468879?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115147977506468879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115147977506468879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115147977506468879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115147977506468879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/06/suddenly-i-see.html' title='Suddenly I see'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-115141983572533239</id><published>2006-06-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:50:35.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My second brother left for UiTM today under the PSD (Public Service Department) scholarship. Mom, being the worry wart she is, made my brother prepare everything weeks beforehand. Now that he's gone, the house feels more quiet and do I dare say more space? Anyway it's great that I do not have to share the bathroom and the tv anymore. But, it sucks even more to feel lonely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115141983572533239?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115141983572533239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115141983572533239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115141983572533239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115141983572533239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/06/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-115130458426825259</id><published>2006-06-26T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T14:49:44.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joel is so gay</title><content type='html'>It's funny when you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Looking from the outside&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here but all I want&lt;br /&gt;Is to be over there&lt;br /&gt;Why did I let myself believe&lt;br /&gt;Miracles could happen&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I have to pretend&lt;br /&gt; That I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my fairytale&lt;br /&gt;A dream when I'm not sleeping&lt;br /&gt; A wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Thats coming true&lt;br /&gt;But everybody else could tell&lt;br /&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt; I swore I knew the melody&lt;br /&gt;That I heard you singing&lt;br /&gt; And when you smiled&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I could sing along&lt;br /&gt;But then you went and changed the words&lt;br /&gt; Now my heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;I'm only left with used-to-be's&lt;br /&gt;And once upon a song&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you're not a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were meant for sleeping&lt;br /&gt;And wishes on a star&lt;br /&gt;Just don't come true&lt;br /&gt;Cause now even I can tell&lt;br /&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;Because I liked the view&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I could be so blind&lt;br /&gt; It's like you were floating&lt;br /&gt; While I was falling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mind&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Cause I liked the view&lt;br /&gt;Thought you felt it too&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*high school musical 2006*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115130458426825259?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115130458426825259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115130458426825259' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115130458426825259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115130458426825259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/06/joel-is-so-gay.html' title='Joel is so gay'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115115649492389982</id><published>2006-06-24T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T21:41:34.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Gym Grannies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, I wrote about the &lt;em&gt;mak cik &lt;/em&gt;at the gym yesterday and today, The Star featured an article on grannies going to the gym. I personally think its pretty cool for elderly people who are still active despite their age. My grandmother used to be really active in her &lt;em&gt;tai chi &lt;/em&gt;and she could walk a great distance too almost everyday. Now that she's in dirty old Klang, I guess the busy city life caught up with her too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To the &lt;em&gt;mak cik &lt;/em&gt;at the Sunway Lagoon Club gym, kudos to you for really showing me that young people are not necessary fitter than the much older ones. I'll challenged you another day for sure! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115115649492389982?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115115649492389982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115115649492389982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115115649492389982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115115649492389982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-gym-grannies.html' title='More Gym Grannies'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-115105579409774605</id><published>2006-06-23T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T17:46:07.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mak Cik oh Mak Cik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, so I went to the gym. Very surprising for me huh? Well yeah, I'm definitely not a fitness buff. Anyway, I have been going regularly, tagging along with the two fatties who's trying to lose weight in my house i.e. Josh and Papa (don't tell them I said that!), because I'm just so bored now that I've finished exams. I set a goal for myself which is to improve my stamina during the holidays and so I've been doing the treadmills a lot, more than weight training. The gym, mind you, is not a place for chicks and chucks anymore. Recently, if you have noticed in the suburbs, old people are getting more health-conscious and I mean more. With so many life-threatening diseases nowadays (threatening mostly to old people), I'd be afraid too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I went to the gym yesterday and there was this &lt;em&gt;mak cik &lt;/em&gt;walking ferociously on the treadmill. Seriously, the correct word would be "ferocious". The whole treadmill looks like it was going to fall apart! I suddenly felt challenged so I stepped on the treadmill beside hers, peeped over the &lt;em&gt;mak cik&lt;/em&gt;'s speed level, key in the same speed level and ran. Big mistake. I forgot to warm up and soon Mr Joel Yim lost to the&lt;em&gt; mak cik&lt;/em&gt;. I paused, stretched my legs and had a go at the &lt;em&gt;mak cik&lt;/em&gt; again. &lt;em&gt;Mak Cik &lt;/em&gt;finally realised something was going on with the young kid beside her. What did the &lt;em&gt;mak cik &lt;/em&gt;do? &lt;em&gt;Mak cik &lt;/em&gt;increase the speed level man! You have to give credit to her. It takes something to run with a backside that big. Anyway, I lost to the &lt;em&gt;mak cik&lt;/em&gt; again but hey, I only started going to the gym this week. In true Terminator style, I'll be back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder how many of you have watched the latest Gatsby commercial on tv, promoting their new deodorant spray. The previous one featuring the kiddie song "If you're happy and you know it" was already bad enough. The one Ryan did at Youth Camp last year was worst (haha, sorry Ryan). Anyway Gatsby decided to follow the kiddie song theme again. I'm telling you, Gatsby has a knack for gay commercials man. This new one has got to be one of the worst I've seen in my life so far. I almost puked the moment I saw it. For those of you wondering, it showed a rather well-built man dressed in a very ridiculous outfit (I think its a mascot's outfit minus the top) doing a kiddie dance in rhytm with a kiddie song along with two other mascots beside him. I bet you'll be amused with a scene showing him spraying deodorant on his armpit. His expression was way hilarious and way gay. However, though it may be kiddie/gay/plain stupid, it still got my attention and as a marketing student, I'm sure Gatsby did manage to fulfill an important part of its goal - to capture the customer's attention wholely. It sure captured mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115105579409774605?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115105579409774605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115105579409774605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115105579409774605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115105579409774605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/06/mak-cik-oh-mak-cik.html' title='Mak Cik oh Mak Cik'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-115072731845907607</id><published>2006-06-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:28:44.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joel's Language/s of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love languages are probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; and &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt;Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="'_blank'"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115072731845907607?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115072731845907607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115072731845907607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115072731845907607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115072731845907607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/06/joels-languages-of-love.html' title='Joel&apos;s Language/s of Love'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-115061469437891425</id><published>2006-06-18T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:52:07.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pirates who don't do anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Name 20 people you can think of at the top of your head. Don't read the questions before you write, and tag 5 people to do this survey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Kit Yi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Piao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Meng Yoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Serene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Cae Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Joyce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Callie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Geetha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Abel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10.Garrett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. (Uncle) Wai Hin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Uncle Hong Seng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Paul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. May&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. Laura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. Leonard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. Jaclyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. Ryan&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;how did you meet 14?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at my ISP class in college. &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;what would you do if you never met 1?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they say time stops when you meet the love of your life.&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;what would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;perfect match! i'll highly anticipate their wedding.&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;did you ever like 19?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she's a nice person...so yeah...as a friend, what's not to like?&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;would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;possible. no, wait...umm...no...i don't think so.&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;describe 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;team member. honour's student. english teacher. photographer. interesting fellow.&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;do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she's attractive in her own way but no, i'm not attracted to her, at least not in a romantic sense. just a good friend eh? =)&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;tell me something about 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my 'big sister' in college but not exactly big. starbucks girl (30% discount!). finance &amp;amp; marketing major. soft-spoken. hides secret photos in her phone. stays near eastin. joyce's best mate.&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;do you know any of 12's family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yup. everyone in fgt should know.&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;what is 18's favourite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gee...i don't know. the piano?&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;what would you do if 11 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think i just puked in my mouth.&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;who is 9 going out with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*smiles*&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;how old is 16 now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19.&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;when is the last time you talked to 13?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this morning at church.&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;who's 2 favourite band/singer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;relient k! skillet! switchfoot! veggie tales!&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;would you date 4?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;both options "yes" and "no" don't weigh much. so i would say i don't know. possible maybe.&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;would you date 7?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*same as above*&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;is 15 single?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nope. 3 good years already. =)&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;what is 10's last name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;chuen. i think.&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;would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just puked again.&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;which school does 3 go to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he went to seafield (my senior) years ago. now in monash university.&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;where does 6 live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;somewhere in kepong.&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;whats your favourite thing about 5?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;down-to-earth. friendly. smiles a lot. a listener. a sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-115061469437891425?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/115061469437891425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=115061469437891425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115061469437891425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/115061469437891425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/06/pirates-who-dont-do-anything.html' title='the pirates who don&apos;t do anything'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-114913191402196138</id><published>2006-06-01T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:18:34.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good porridge does not qualify as sick food.</title><content type='html'>Statement of the day - Aunty Jennifer makes damn good porridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114913191402196138?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114913191402196138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114913191402196138' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114913191402196138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114913191402196138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-porridge-does-not-qualify-as-sick.html' title='Good porridge does not qualify as sick food.'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-114891390350430954</id><published>2006-05-29T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:45:03.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh father of mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a cold, windy and rainy Saturday evening and I was out with my parents to dinner. That night I played "only child" because Josh was at a church event and Jared attended a birthday party. We had to bring umbrellas along as it was a really wet evening. Mom had one of her own and I shared a large golf umbrella with dad. Suddenly a gush of wind blowed at our direction. My umbrella flew right up! It was embarrassing and it happened right in the middle of busy Taipan! Luckily, there weren't many people around as it was raining; though I did saw a man walking nearby, trying hard to restrain himself from bursting out in laughter. As I struggled to keep the umbrella down, mom only helped by squealling (and giggling!). The wind was getting fiercer and I yelled at dad to help me pull the already malfunctioned umbrella down. However, before I knew it, dad was already running away towards mom. Yup, my dad only wanted to get away from that embarrasing scene as fast as possible! Anyway, I managed to get the umbrella down by forcing the umbrella against the strong wind. Dad only came back to help because mom told him to. Fathers can be heros to their kids. But I sure discovered that they can be pretty chicken themselves. Happy pre-father's day. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114891390350430954?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114891390350430954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114891390350430954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114891390350430954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114891390350430954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-father-of-mine.html' title='Oh father of mine...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-114857800131420637</id><published>2006-05-26T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:39:26.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tisbury Lane...Kota Kemuning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She greets the day with her hair wet&lt;br /&gt;She asks them to vacate the building&lt;br /&gt;Because she's got a plan they don't know yet&lt;br /&gt;And if it goes wrong, there'll be no one to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she could just get the word out&lt;br /&gt;God knows she's trying&lt;br /&gt;They're watching her with eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;She's always stuck with the old route&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone knock when they barge in to beat her down?&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back?&lt;br /&gt;It's all she wants to know&lt;br /&gt;She knows she's part of the problem too&lt;br /&gt;Could she let it go?&lt;br /&gt;It'd take a miracle&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'm praying for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can know just how she feels&lt;br /&gt;She won't use the phone,&lt;br /&gt;she's too tired to pick it up&lt;br /&gt;She's going back to the old way&lt;br /&gt;She sits in the classroom to learn with the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't give up when it's easy&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that me and Jesus will cheer you on?&lt;br /&gt;He's the only one that will be constantly everything you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back?&lt;br /&gt;It's all she wants to know&lt;br /&gt;She knows she's part of the problem too&lt;br /&gt;Could she let it go?&lt;br /&gt;It'd take a miracle&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'm praying for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114857800131420637?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114857800131420637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114857800131420637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114857800131420637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114857800131420637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/05/tisbury-lanekota-kemuning.html' title='Tisbury Lane...Kota Kemuning...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-114831213581165797</id><published>2006-05-22T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:35:35.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Four</title><content type='html'>I just  want to thank my ISP assignment group members for the efficiency and hard work that we put in together. To May, you're one of the best group leaders I've had so far (also one of the strictest!).Thanks for holding the responsibility so well. To Amy and Wan Yi, it was great working with you too! How I wish all my coming assignment groups for the rest of my semesters can be like ours. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114831213581165797?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114831213581165797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114831213581165797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114831213581165797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114831213581165797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/05/fantastic-four.html' title='Fantastic Four'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-114819655216923594</id><published>2006-05-21T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:29:12.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Piao and Ju...Thanks Proton dude...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Congratulations to Piao and Judith on their beautiful marriage yesterday. May God bless this relationship which I often envy. Other than an additional source of &lt;em&gt;ang pow &lt;/em&gt;for me, make sure you add population too Piao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many thanks to the Proton mechanic who bruised Min Ser and Uncle Weng Hou's ego by showing a pitstop-level performance on the tyre. Thanks to Min Ser and Uncle Weng Hou anyway for dirtying their hands in vain. Your help was and is appreciated! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To &lt;em&gt;mei mei, &lt;/em&gt;you rock. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114819655216923594?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114819655216923594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114819655216923594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114819655216923594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114819655216923594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/05/congrats-piao-and-juthanks-proton-dude.html' title='Congrats Piao and Ju...Thanks Proton dude...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-114768540609810250</id><published>2006-05-15T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:38:56.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betapa sakit-nya hati saya</title><content type='html'>I hate love songs...I love Relient K...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114768540609810250?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114768540609810250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114768540609810250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114768540609810250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114768540609810250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/05/betapa-sakit-nya-hati-saya.html' title='Betapa sakit-nya hati saya'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-114761855478523770</id><published>2006-05-14T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:55:54.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*don't know what to name this blog entry*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so full of crap, got so much to do in college. I hope I get through. My weekend had its ups and downs. First, my anticipated basketball game in the morning only made me look like an idiot at the end. Okay Joel, you're officially retired from the game. Man, my stamina sucks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next, we skipped right to my evening. Mom gave me advice that I'll remember for a long time. She surprised me by actually showing concern when I didn't expect her to. She made me realised that I have to be considerate even though it may hurt. Yup, and it does hurt. It hurts so much to the point that I wanted to just push it all away, forget the memories. Sometimes I think I deserve it because of all my shit. Anyway I chose to follow mom's word, forget about neglecting and actually had a nice time dancing (for the first time!). Okay so the dance wasn't that romantic, thanks to my oh-so-stiff partner but it ended perfectly with a warm hug. To make things better, me and Abel watched Liverpool won the FA cup in an action-packed match. Hooray for Liverpool! Nice ending to the evening. Sorry Pa for making so much noise during the match and waking u up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I actually don't feel like blogging much today so I'll just summarize it. There are some people that I would like to appreciate this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People I'm grateful for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom. For being concerned for both me (and fatty).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fatty. For wonderful memories together. I miss you greatly. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abel. For still being my brother even after our altercation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joshua. Err...for being my brother too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sara. For the unexpected sms and for your concern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lessons learned:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joel has no stamina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can't neglect problems, you face it head on even when it hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A hug is worth a million bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114761855478523770?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114761855478523770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114761855478523770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114761855478523770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114761855478523770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-know-what-to-name-this-blog-entry.html' title='*don&apos;t know what to name this blog entry*'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-114684699063718415</id><published>2006-05-05T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:36:30.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day today on friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I knew it wasn't my day or shall I say, Malaysia's day too when I woke up this morning to dress myself before going to college. Oh by the way, I love badminton! Me being a badminton fan together with my dad, was anticipating the match in the evening. Heck, I even skipped lecture to make it home in time to catch it. Anyway back to my bad karma in the morning. I broke my zipper while trying to zip up my pants. I know its pretty silly but a thought came to my mind right after it happened saying its not going to be exactly a good day. First, my group's firm in this business game didn't turn out so well. I found out that we were running out of funds. Second, I spent lousy money on lousy chicken chop for lunch. Third, I think I just screwed up my class quiz today. Fourth, my already huge workload for the weekend increased further. Time to be serious. Fifth, Malaysia lost to Denmark in the Thomas Cup semifinal.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;enter&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;enter&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despite the un-perfect happenings today, there's still room for some positive thinking. So lets see, what are the positive things that happened today? First, my group isn't exactly the worst group and we're still making profit (hopefully it'll last!). Second, I calculated my individual assessment for one of my subjects and I have to say that I'm on course to passing the subject. Third, I'm happy to be working together with my marketing group members even though we aren't exactly hardworking...haha! Fourth, I had a great time watching the Thomas Cup with my dad. Screaming in excitement and criticizing each player's mistakes (like we can play so well &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;) can be quite enjoying. Paul, now you know my dad acts like a kid at home right? Haha! Anyway to end this blog, kudos to the Malaysian team for trying hard despite losing and to the first doubles team, Koo Kien Keat and Chan Chong Ming; it was really exciting watching them beat the damn Danish All-England champions. Also, I say "bullshit!" to the Indian umpire who just loves the color red and yellow and has a liking of flashing them to the world whenever he gets a chance to. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;enter&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;enter&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a nice day people. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114684699063718415?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114684699063718415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114684699063718415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114684699063718415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114684699063718415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-day-today-on-friday.html' title='My day today on friday'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-114641263123835318</id><published>2006-04-30T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:57:11.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Reignited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow! After the Darin Browne worship workshop, I suddenly feel so gung ho on playing the guitar. However, there's still like a gazillion things I wish I could learn. Sadly, I have to teach myself stuff most of the time. Worst still, I've been really wishing for a new guitar, a much better one than I have currently. Something that is stage-compatible. A Taylor would do nicely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Forgive me if I seem to be up in the clouds a lil too much but I do sometimes imagine myself rocking out with a super-sounding electric guitar or belting out a really cool acoustic number on stage. I think every musician would surely reach that point of fantasizing. And yes, I would really like to sing too. Maybe like the falsetto singing of Ryan Cabrera, the shouting ala singing of Henry Seeley (one of Australia's dynamic youth worship leaders), or the smooth voice of Jack Johnson. Okay, dreaming again. As some of you know, I have difficulty reaching the high notes most of the time. It takes practice; or maybe I'm just not cut out for it. Oh and I would love to write songs. So far I have only wrote a kinda playful, silly song for this girl I liked (well, it was worth seeing her laugh, insultingly or not, haha!). Writing songs to impress chicks is not as easy as it looks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know, I know. It looks like I'm craving more for the attention wishing for all these. Very mundane. Well to tell you the truth, I did reach the stage where I got so bored of playing music. It really, really felt more like a duty and responsibilty to create music rather than doing it for the sake of corporate worship. Everything seemed like the same thing all over again. Clearly, I wasn't creative. That is why I now desire for new skills. Its either be excited or be dead bored. As a church musician where music is really only secondary, the ultimate satisfaction comes from seeing the entire congregation crying out to Him. Nothing beats that feeling when the "Wave" just flows through the hall. May my hands play nothing but sweet music in the spirit. May annointing and fresh skills fall upon me. I wanna reignite that passion to play music again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114641263123835318?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114641263123835318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114641263123835318' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114641263123835318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114641263123835318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/04/passion-reignited.html' title='Passion Reignited'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-114605705465306238</id><published>2006-04-26T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:10:54.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm desperate...no...not that way.</title><content type='html'>Big sigh. I need to find a group for one of my subjects fast! My fault for not finding one earlier. God help me! Anyway the worst will only be me doing it alone. Yup Mr Welman, I'm a lone ranger alright. Not easy finding one when I'm not familiar with the juniors. Still my fault in the end &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at lunch, one of my classmates finished only 1/3 of her lunch and gave the rest to the us. No reason for me to be surprised considering that most girls are like that nowadays. It made me realised that girls do this to impress guys mostly. I felt guilty because I'm one of those guys who used to stereotype fat girls as ugly, especially the obese ones. Mind you, my classmate is nothing near "fat" and yet that very word is so taboo to her. Fat people do not deserve to be social outcasts! My apologies to girls I have hurt through teasing and discrimination. You deserved to be appreciated for your inner qualities rather than your outer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114605705465306238?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114605705465306238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114605705465306238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114605705465306238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114605705465306238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-desperatenonot-that-way.html' title='I&apos;m desperate...no...not that way.'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-114598287226204763</id><published>2006-04-26T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:42:52.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To experience the bittersweet, taste defeat then brush my teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, how did my weekend go? Not bad except for the fact that Arsenal didn't win their recent match with Tottenham. Quite nice watching football after such a long time of not watching a live match. Had McD's with my mom and lil brother. Saw a poser-ish guitarist who played God-knows-what at Starbucks Taipan. Damn. I'm so critical. &lt;em&gt;Hao Lian&lt;/em&gt; too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came and I had to play guitar. Thanks to Uncle Min Choy for solving the feedback problem on the guitar. It does take some skills to do P.A. I really appreciate the P.A team for always trying to help me out when there's a problem with the sounds. After church, headed to Summit together with my brother and "sister" Cae Me for lunch. We had 1901 hotdogs and Starbucks coffee. Shucks, such a simple lunch can cost me so much. We had a great time talking 'bout deep stuff anyway. Later in the evening, I picked up Paul and Meng Yoe for our weekly badminton session. Okay so I'm not that good. Gosh, I even lose to kids nearly half my age. Nevertheless, me and Meng Yoe decided to be healthy from now on. Yeah, like exercising just once a week would make us fit. I can't wait for the basketball court to be completed at church. I still love the game even though I haven't touch a ball for a very long, long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. I wore my new glasses to college. It didn't look very different from the 'old' one so the change wasn't noticable. I have to start taking better care of my eyesight. I'm getting blind! Had a fattening lunch with the sisters after lecture. Learnt a new Mandarin word but with much embarrassment thanks to May and Amy constantly laughing at me each time I pronounced a word. After class, watched Amy shape May's brows. Funny. I always thought girls pluck their brows. I saw a gadget used for the purpose of shaping the brows for the first time. &lt;em&gt;Jakun&lt;/em&gt; is the right word for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. I dread Tuesdays 'cos I have to wake up damn early for class. That particular class is quite boring too. Can't blame everyone for feeling drowsy in the morning. Class went fine and the time I spent staying up a lil to prepare for lessons was worth it. At least I'm not behind my lessons now. Today is just a lazy day nonetheless. I have to start studying hard tomorrow for my quiz. I read an article in the Reader's Digest about shyness. No surprise, I AM actually quite shy. Yup. I have a mild case of social anxiety. I have to thank someone who influenced me to socialise more. I still like being a quiet, simple guy though. Today I realised the sacrifice of two brave Jedi's who made a very difficult decision simply because of their determination to desire for 'better' things. I look up to both of you and pray that things that are to come will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lessons learnt during the weekend and currently:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Girls don't just pluck their brows. They shave them too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Negative thoughts are mostly just false (and silly) perceptions in the mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The way to a girl's heart is at an unexpected moment and at an unexpected time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's good to experience the bittersweet, taste defeat then brush your teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114598287226204763?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114598287226204763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114598287226204763' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114598287226204763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114598287226204763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-experience-bittersweet-taste-defeat_26.html' title='To experience the bittersweet, taste defeat then brush my teeth'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-114558590933482707</id><published>2006-04-21T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:18:29.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahh...crap. I just need another zit to brighten up my life (or my face). Shucks, it hurts too. The damn big one on my forehead hasn't totally disappear yet. Abel! Your toothpaste idea didn't work as I expected &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Aiyoh&lt;/em&gt;...suddenly breaking out. Must be the hormones. Yup, I'm pms-ing this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114558590933482707?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114558590933482707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114558590933482707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114558590933482707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114558590933482707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/04/yet-another.html' title='Yet another...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-114553811913723851</id><published>2006-04-20T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:01:59.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop being such an idiot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh...I'm always the sillier and over-emotional one am I? Its time to move on Joel. Things are going to get busy this month onwards. More important things await you. Just try to discipline yourself and move on. Leave things to God. You can't control your life anyway. Man...I just hate myself for over-thinking. Okay, that's it. First step, finish up your marketing assignment tonight Joel. Stop being such an idiot you idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114553811913723851?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114553811913723851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114553811913723851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114553811913723851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114553811913723851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/04/stop-being-such-idiot.html' title='Stop being such an idiot.'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-114545380031220138</id><published>2006-04-19T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:36:40.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of zits and bursting pants...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berak-nya&lt;/em&gt;...I have a huge zit on my forehead, lodged just between my brows, near towards my right. Mom saw it yesterday and did her usual thing - laugh, stared and tried to touch it. She's always boasting about how lucky (yes...lucky!) she would be the day she has a pimple. Yup, it is that rare for my mom to get that piece of swell oozing with pus. I guessed I should blame it on my father's genes. Before I know it, I'll gain a belly and start loosing hair too! Anyway I'm not here to blame the bad genes I've inherited. I was just wondering if there's any quick way to treat a pimple. I don't want fatty to see my huge, ugly zit this weekend! Help me if you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, talking about genes. I think Jared, my 11 year old brother, has that fat gene from either my dad or my mom's family bloodline. Joshua was on the heavy side too when he was Jared's age (remember people? =p). This afternoon while I was working on the computer, Jared came running to me asking for help. He was getting ready for his Red Crescent Society club meeting. Know what the &lt;em&gt;hoohah&lt;/em&gt; was about? He couldn't buckle his pants together. I'm telling you...it was a crisis. It was like Queen Latifah trying to fit into a pair of hot pants. Ooh! this reminds me of a joke I heard once. It went something like, a fat girl in a thong would look like a sumo wrestler. Okay, okay,  enough of lame jokes. So anyway, after countless atempts of getting my lil bro to breathe in (deep...real deep) while I try to buckle his pants, I finally got it to hook. Teamwork baby...his deep breathing and my strong, quick hands saved the day. Man I was so worried that his pants would just burst at the meeting. We checked his weight and he gained about 5 kilos! Oh great mom, try spoiling and feeding him some more &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. Oh well, at least its nice to hug something soft. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114545380031220138?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114545380031220138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114545380031220138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114545380031220138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114545380031220138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/04/of-zits-and-bursting-pants.html' title='of zits and bursting pants...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-114520021566952870</id><published>2006-04-16T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:10:15.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to someone special</title><content type='html'>So we've already established the fact that things are gonna be different in the future baby.&lt;br /&gt;And you've reiterated the fact that you don't want to get into something that's just gonna have to end later.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know our lives are changing and I've seen it coming for a while too, don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And we've been busy lately baby it's gonna happen more,we gotta be strong&lt;br /&gt; but now&lt;br /&gt; While I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Just be a fly on the wall&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see&lt;br /&gt;You gotta hear what I say&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someday&lt;br /&gt;I will be here babe&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someday&lt;br /&gt;I will be the one babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you gotta go to university and I'm just trying to make some cash to follow my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But please don't say we're too busy to give each other the time and support we need&lt;br /&gt;I know we gotta work our jobs and make some money to get by in this expensive world.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let that overtake the fact that before all that, you were still my girl.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Just be a fly on the wall&lt;br /&gt;You knowI'm talking about you&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see&lt;br /&gt;You gotta hear what I say&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someday I'll know that you love me&lt;br /&gt; Someday, someday I just need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to try&lt;br /&gt; Love will take us there babe&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someday I will be the one babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someday&lt;br /&gt; Look towards the sky babe&lt;br /&gt; Someday, Someday&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to cry babe&lt;br /&gt; I know that you're always what I want babe&lt;br /&gt; I will be the one babe&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I will be the one babe&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I just need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from Thirsty Merc)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114520021566952870?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114520021566952870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114520021566952870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114520021566952870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114520021566952870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/04/dedicated-to-someone-special.html' title='dedicated to someone special'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-114443269594613616</id><published>2006-04-08T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:58:15.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just what I think...what do you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imagine when a person you cared for very much tells you your feelings don't really matter to them all this while? It hurts. You tend to ask yourself too - is it your fault? I feel used, betrayed and my feelings played but I know somewhere deep inside that you have to be strong. I have to be mature. Things like this happen. Your loved ones are NOT perfect. Sometimes your loved ones say hurtful things and sometimes you say hurtful things to your loved ones. A selfish kind of love can never heal the pain caused by hurtful things said and done towards each other. But a real genuine concern for each other makes you want to forget about the hurtful stuff. Now that's what I call real love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114443269594613616?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114443269594613616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114443269594613616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114443269594613616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114443269594613616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-what-i-thinkwhat-do-you-think.html' title='just what I think...what do you think?'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-114425488430164775</id><published>2006-04-05T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:59:16.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I worship the devil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That Sunday morning in church we sang this song during praise &amp; worship.Part of it goes something like this...&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;My treasure, my priority,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who can compare to You, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Great is the measure of your royalty, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh &lt;strong&gt;Morning Star&lt;/strong&gt;, You truly are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything.&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;The word "Morning Star" caught my attention. Actually it already did some time ago but Kit Yi reminded me about it again. In Isaiah 14:12, Lucifer was referred to as Morning Star (NIV) and son of the morning or day star (NKJV). I was like thinking "Woah...are we singing to the devil?" If you study the song closely, its lyrics are pretty simple. "Morning Star" was the only noun used to name God ("Lord" didn't count because it is used commonly for other things too). Well...it did confused me-&lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. I actually just mumbled the words during that song. I just had to find out the real meaning to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still had it in my mind the following day. So I picked up a few different bible versions and compare, including the concordance. I texted Cae Me to check with her modern bible version too. Poor Cae Me was sleeping already and I actually woke her up. But she gave me the answer to it though. "Try checking Revelations-&lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;", she said. In Revelations 22:16, Jesus referred to Himself as the Bright and Morning Star. Felt pretty dumb later on. Lucifer was actually just described as a fallen star. My bible knowledge really sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I blogged this not to show off how 'Christian' I am. In fact it shows that I'm very un-Christian. Funny how it is...thinking that the song was dedicated to the devil but sung in a Christian church. Funny how religion creeps people out even in an indirect manner. &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;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114425488430164775?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114425488430164775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114425488430164775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114425488430164775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114425488430164775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/04/did-i-worship-devil.html' title='Did I worship the devil?'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24941963.post-114399338054844455</id><published>2006-04-02T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:56:20.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you've got a friend in me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had ice-cream with my best friend today. Pretty cool telling each other stuffs...just being honest (honest = my favourite word). Something hit me today all the sudden though. I'm still figuring what happened. Sometimes I am just so impatient. I want friendships to skip to the highest level immediately. As I drove my way back home after the ice-cream session, I felt so stupid for not respecting and treating my best friend the way I should have. My gosh! No wonder people sometimes find it so hard to relate to me. Its time I acted like a real friend.To be  someone that can be trusted, someone that will never judge but just accept, someone that can be accountable, someone that treats God as a best friend first. Best friend, if u're reading this, I just want to apologize for only looking at things my way and satisfying my own desires. I just hope to be a better friend to you, someone you can be with by just being yourself. Oh and by the way, I'm not emo-ing okay? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114399338054844455?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114399338054844455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114399338054844455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114399338054844455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114399338054844455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/04/youve-got-friend-in-me.html' title='you&apos;ve got a friend in me...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-114373155853447026</id><published>2006-03-30T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:12:38.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to do but still have time to think about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a feeling its going to end. I have a feeling that its God's punishment to me too. Hard to tell nonetheless. Maybe the current situation is for my own good. Its hard to accept changes when you prefer things being routine. Yup...I admit...I'm afraid of challenges and risks. I like to feel secure. Though now I'm starting to accept the new changes, it still hurts sometimes. Ever had the feeling of having something you treasured so very much and for very long and to only have it taken from you in such a short time? The times and memories before were sweet...it made me felt good. It was a beautiful feeling to have...a common feeling for a very, very long time and experienced by countless of people and still craved by many till now. Whatever happened to patience and faith? Now I understand why its so hard. Most want results instantly. Patience and faith on the other hand are on the long-run. I confess...I had wanted things my way many times. I shiver at the thought of pain, shame and ridicule. Regret and dejection makes my heart ache and my teeth clenched in frustration. But I guess these things build you up. These things make you a &lt;em&gt;richly charactered individual&lt;/em&gt;. I'm still afraid but it helps to look at the brighter side of things sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114373155853447026?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114373155853447026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114373155853447026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114373155853447026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114373155853447026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-much-to-do-but-still-have-time-to.html' title='so much to do but still have time to think about...'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24941963.post-114359499799198537</id><published>2006-03-29T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:16:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to wake up and smell......berak?</title><content type='html'>Wow...really got nothing else better to do. I actually created this blog merely out of boredom and a hint of frustration. Just wanna type my feelings out (haha...type feelings...). So what's happenning in muh life so far? Nothing much &lt;em&gt;lah...&lt;/em&gt;just the usual college stuff...assignments, reports, exams. Work just keep piling up. I'd better start working hard.&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lesson today or at least I'm starting to learn. Loneliness and the emptyness in our hearts doesn't have to be replaced by another human. Nothing wrong enjoying another person's companionship when u're lonely. Its just painful if you're overly obssesed of having the attention of other people when you're feeling lonely. There's this interesting fellow called God who is...well...jealous. And maybe he finds you interesting all the time. I'm sick of getting disappointed. We shouldn't blame our peers, friends, family (especially in this busy world) to constantly meet our needs. Pick yourself up, be strong &amp; independent, and smell the...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24941963-114359499799198537?l=joelsedangberak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/feeds/114359499799198537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24941963&amp;postID=114359499799198537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114359499799198537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24941963/posts/default/114359499799198537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelsedangberak.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-to-wake-up-and-smellberak.html' title='Time to wake up and smell......berak?'/><author><name>joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800346310193260023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
