<?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-6447413565662531059</id><updated>2011-11-27T23:21:34.194Z</updated><title type='text'>Clem's Raves &amp; Rants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447413565662531059.post-2106038102519324778</id><published>2009-02-23T19:35:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:49:06.848Z</updated><title type='text'>Gordon Brown uses Transformers leader as example?!</title><content type='html'>Hello again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm welcoming back myself after months of not even touching this blog :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I am still in the 'fresh mood' so I don't really have much to say... yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I came over this article which was published about a month ago on Gordon Brown taking Autobot leader, Optimus Prime as his example of what would a great leader be! What a thing to say for the PRIME MINISTER OF GREAT BRITAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SaL9VsrhXnI/AAAAAAAAAQI/m02LDco8PtE/s1600-h/Optimus+woohoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SaL9VsrhXnI/AAAAAAAAAQI/m02LDco8PtE/s320/Optimus+woohoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306081860208647794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long Live the Queen!....... and Cybertron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that (Yes, there's more :)... ), the opposition party (ie Conservatives, etc) claim that Brown was more of a Decepticon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and we thought our own government was a joke. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read about the article &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/politics/labour/4208838/Browns-hero-is-Transformer-Optimus-Prime.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...., AUTOBOTS, ROLL OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-2106038102519324778?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/2106038102519324778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=2106038102519324778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/2106038102519324778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/2106038102519324778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2009/02/gordon-brown-uses-transformers-leader.html' title='Gordon Brown uses Transformers leader as example?!'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lzm0KILSlQg/SaL9VsrhXnI/AAAAAAAAAQI/m02LDco8PtE/s72-c/Optimus+woohoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447413565662531059.post-6896581513221165743</id><published>2008-06-12T17:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:42:29.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kame Hame HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>Ok, I don't know how many guys (or gals) out there read the DragonBall series but I do know that it is the best anime/manga in my whole life! Watching Goku from young to becoming an old grandpa haha. Gives me the nostalgias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back in HOLLYWOOD, some nut case movie producer decided that he wants to produce a LIVE-ACTION MOVIE based on the life of Son Goku. The first thing that went through my head was... WTF? Sure gone case one. How to imitate Goku's hairstyle in the first place? CGI it? And who would be acting as the legendary, cool, Goku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I saw my answers...&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SFFYCkMxDQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fLqJzAdcQTs/s1600-h/gokugy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SFFYCkMxDQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fLqJzAdcQTs/s320/gokugy9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211043044944579842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice try but.. no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do can it compare to this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SFFYSXVujmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oV_jK4RtbSU/s1600-h/Goku_225x250_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SFFYSXVujmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oV_jK4RtbSU/s320/Goku_225x250_w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211043316370411106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Please! Please don't spoil my childhood hero's image!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-6896581513221165743?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/6896581513221165743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=6896581513221165743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/6896581513221165743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/6896581513221165743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/06/kame-hame-hahaha.html' title='Kame Hame HAHAHA'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lzm0KILSlQg/SFFYCkMxDQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fLqJzAdcQTs/s72-c/gokugy9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447413565662531059.post-8522713543154148154</id><published>2008-05-28T18:22:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:56:13.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncivilised?</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I managed to see how Malaysian police do their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErehM-q3rSc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErehM-q3rSc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly from this video, I may not know what happened is truly what they say but I really can't really understand the way how the police in Malaysia handles problems. Hordes (Yes, hordes!) of policemen surrounding the car screaming, shouting and banging at the car. I mean if I was in the car, I would also be freaking scared to even open the door. Instinctively I would also try to avoid them as they were being aggressive and very hostile. I would rather get out of the scene and head to the nearest police station and handle things... peacefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those policemen (or whoever they are) were absolutely not acting by any laws at all. If that is the standard SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) for the law enforcers to handle that situation, I seriously will be very afraid. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrr... gives me the chills if I was the guy in that car. I would completely freak out! If anyone has extra info on it, comment about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-8522713543154148154?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/8522713543154148154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=8522713543154148154' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/8522713543154148154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/8522713543154148154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/05/uncivilised.html' title='Uncivilised?'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447413565662531059.post-5659066850364146064</id><published>2008-05-27T00:32:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T02:42:27.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shallow...</title><content type='html'>After the previous blog has caused some problems, this is what I would like to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again after all the things that has happened, this is no matter what, my online diary. I would love to write anything I feel or have in my mind. It may be be extremely sensitive or probably just a plain ol' joke but all in all, I've learn my lesson and sensitive issues will be brought down to a minimum. Blame it on me being an online blog noobie. Blame it on me being ignorant and not looking wide and far enough. But I cannot blame myself for wanting to express my thoughts which I realized could be done through this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, apologies to those hurt in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If I do have readers out there, I would love some comments on my blogs so that I can control the boundaries and at the same time knowing more people. Peace out. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-5659066850364146064?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/5659066850364146064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=5659066850364146064' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5659066850364146064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5659066850364146064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/05/shallow.html' title='Shallow...'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-1209934981068380756</id><published>2008-05-26T20:07:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:31:04.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Utterly betrayed</title><content type='html'>This post has been removed due to some circumstances. I apologize for the sudden removal of it but if you remain curious, please contact through my e-mail provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-1209934981068380756?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/1209934981068380756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=1209934981068380756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/1209934981068380756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/1209934981068380756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/05/utterly-betrayed.html' title='Utterly betrayed'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-4684810660229024011</id><published>2008-05-24T01:47:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T02:02:30.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This post is regarding the night where I did something stupidly out-of-my-mind.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The reason I had a walk that night was not intentional. I actually wanted to take a simple breather outside as to clear my mind and think through my thoughts. I had my mp3 on and thought that it would only take a while as it was just a breather therefore I left my room door open. As I sat staring around the area while listening to my mp3 player, I suddenly had the urge to have a short walk by just following the lights along the street thinking that I wouldn’t go far. As I strolled along, I felt quite excited as I have never done this before and as I follow along the street lights were never-ending, not quite like Malaysia’s road lighting system :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDdmNvOFxPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rcppklDYBcA/s1600-h/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDdmNvOFxPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rcppklDYBcA/s320/IMG_1036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203740280649794802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The chilly night at Wingrove Avenue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;At that moment, I never used my rational mind to bother about simple yet important things such as bringing my hand phone or my wallet along or even on informing my housemates about it. I was so excited and curious (curiosity does kill a cat!) as to where the street lights might bring me that I put all that is important at the back of my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDdmU_OFxQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TChAQ16lxrI/s1600-h/curiosity-killed-the-cat.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDdmU_OFxQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TChAQ16lxrI/s320/curiosity-killed-the-cat.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203740405203846402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This is what happens when you are being curious. (Picture from explosm.net)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I sincerely apologize those who had been worried about me and at the same time also wishing to thank them as I realized they are the friends anyone would ever want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDdm-vOFxRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YGfCP_U6RLA/s1600-h/sorry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDdm-vOFxRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YGfCP_U6RLA/s320/sorry2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203741122463384850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I hope that I have not cause any one of them to have any doubts on whether I am sane as I do think rationally and would not even have a second thought of even hurting myself. That moment at that night was a spur of a moment and I can promise you it would not happen again and IF it ever does happen again, I'll remember to bring my hand phone along ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Although the walk that night was unintentional, I would say it was quite fun. You could say I was stupid to do it but hey, other people may even have done more unimaginable, crazier things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDdnOPOFxTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5iKo_d_Dep4/s1600-h/that%27s+crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDdnOPOFxTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5iKo_d_Dep4/s320/that%27s+crazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203741388751357234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Like this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I took the walk all the way quite deep into the Fenham area crossing Pandon Gardens realising that it was quite near. The air was fresh, it wasn’t that cold and with my mp3 player on, I felt much better and was in peace with myself. I was glad I had that walk but still emphasize that what I did that night was still wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDdnFPOFxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cUViuua70bw/s1600-h/IMG_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDdnFPOFxSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cUViuua70bw/s320/IMG_1033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203741234132534562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;In peace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyway with the exams and assignments finishing off at the end of the month, it would lift some weight off my shoulder and I can do more things that I wanted to do a very long time. I will be starting to look for jobs around and life would return to normal for me with a big future ahead of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDdnSPOFxUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MCp53Yc-6eM/s1600-h/burden_closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDdnSPOFxUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MCp53Yc-6eM/s320/burden_closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203741457470833986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I think she has more burdens then me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Again thank you to those who cared for me and I wish that it could last throughout our friendship. With guys like you, I would never be who I am today. Friends forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-4684810660229024011?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/4684810660229024011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=4684810660229024011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/4684810660229024011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/4684810660229024011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-night-out.html' title='Crazy night out'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDdmNvOFxPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rcppklDYBcA/s72-c/IMG_1036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447413565662531059.post-2463000285083287419</id><published>2008-05-22T02:39:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T04:14:47.958+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My home where my heart lies...</title><content type='html'>I miss my home. Malaysia. The most beautiful country in my heart. The place where I was born, grew up, and spend the best times of my youth which I think was great. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDTbmPOFxMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jcCxuxRhnTI/s1600-h/malaysiaflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDTbmPOFxMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jcCxuxRhnTI/s320/malaysiaflag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203024919486907586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been said that many of the Malaysians are migrating off to other countries in search of a better life but I think that's just like avoiding responsibility. I will not say much here about the politics in this country as I admit that I have insufficient knowledge to criticize or comment about it but I do know that the Malaysian government needs to change the way it handles the country. There are certain things that are pretty obvious to the Malaysian nation but nothing or nobody has tried to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia  boast to be a peaceful multi-racial country but is that true? One thing that I realized recently is that I do not many friends of different races in Malaysia and I am terribly ashamed of that. Truly I am. After spending almost a year overseas, I have experienced many things and realized that no matter where I was, in my heart was only one place, my home. Yes, we may not have the most advanced technology in our country, we don't have a proper systematic government, but we do have something other countries do not have, our culture and we should be proud of it. We are unique, we are different, we are who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDTcxvOFxNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WlTu5cnvXRA/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDTcxvOFxNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WlTu5cnvXRA/s320/123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203026216567030994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Multi-racial but are we peaceful? (Photo from the Malaysian Tourism website)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't label myself as a very patriotic person but I do know the deep love lying deep in my heart for my country. I can't let go of the memories I had there. I truly cannot stop saying that I love my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in change whereby one person can make a difference. I feel that the mindset of Malaysians are now divided and we need to change that first before changing anything else in the country. As the phrase states, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;United &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Divided We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country has the best range of food, probably in the world, lush rain forest, beautiful islands and beaches which we can be proud to mention to the world. The first step of what we can do is to be proud of the good things we have instead of listing down all the flaws of our country. So be proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDTbY_OFxLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TqPxvC5s9nU/s1600-h/800px-nasi_lemak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDTbY_OFxLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TqPxvC5s9nU/s320/800px-nasi_lemak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203024691853640882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gawd, I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a visit at &lt;a href="http://kennysia.com/"&gt;kennysia.com&lt;/a&gt;, I spotted a post on the Malaysian Artistes for Unity which has produced a nice song titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here in my home.&lt;/span&gt; This song touched me with the meanings only a true Malaysian would know. You can view a music video of them after this jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optionally you can download the music in mp3, karaoke or in video for free &lt;a href="http://www.malaysianartistesforunity.info/?page_id=19"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Yes. For free. Great yeah? hehe =) (Typical Malaysian). Try singing it along. It feels great. For the readers of my blog, spread it around and we shall change the country we love, one pace at a time, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDTf9vOFxOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LfYfDcXRXW8/s1600-h/IMG_2812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDTf9vOFxOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LfYfDcXRXW8/s320/IMG_2812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203029721260344546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till then, Malaysia Boleh! (Seriously gotta change that slogan =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-2463000285083287419?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/2463000285083287419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=2463000285083287419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/2463000285083287419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/2463000285083287419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-home-where-my-heart-lies.html' title='My home where my heart lies...'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lzm0KILSlQg/SDTbmPOFxMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jcCxuxRhnTI/s72-c/malaysiaflag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447413565662531059.post-3969924327815561378</id><published>2008-05-19T19:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:57:06.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prank!</title><content type='html'>I know. I know. I haven't updated the blog frequently. That's because I kinda in the exam period, studying now (haha, 'studying', riiiteee). So hence the extreme busy times now but I promise most post after this month. You can bet on it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway did you know there was a show on Cesc Fabregas by Nike? (For non-football followers, Cesc is a Spanish player playing in Arsenal and he looks quite cute as well. Google him. (Poison ladies to support Arsenal heh :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HOAO61fcOw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HOAO61fcOw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at his face. Classic haha. 'I watched Heroes but..' muahaha That made me laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-3969924327815561378?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/3969924327815561378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=3969924327815561378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/3969924327815561378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/3969924327815561378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/05/prank.html' title='Prank!'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-5978125364749416610</id><published>2008-05-08T03:13:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T04:00:33.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence</title><content type='html'>Ah a short post for a little humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone remember MacGuyver? MacGuyver is extremely resourceful secret agent who favors brain over brawn in order to solve desperate problems. MacGyver usually uses his practical application of scientific knowledge and inventive use of common items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SCJjCxp0RrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xyrMA751OaM/s1600-h/macguyver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SCJjCxp0RrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xyrMA751OaM/s320/macguyver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197825819278591666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The intelligent man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing a little research on my assignment, I saw a link about him and decided to have a little detour. I did some reading on him and realized he could take anything he saw and use it to save his own life in a dangerous situation. Literally anything. Pretty cool huh? Well, I came through a advertisement on a product about him and guess what?&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;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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SCJjIRp0RsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/YbWQl7nAZ8w/s1600-h/macgyverod5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/SCJjIRp0RsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/YbWQl7nAZ8w/s320/macgyverod5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197825913767872194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not so intelligent after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized marketers from the yester years are sooooooo 'intelligent'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-5978125364749416610?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/5978125364749416610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=5978125364749416610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5978125364749416610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5978125364749416610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/05/intelligence.html' title='Intelligence'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lzm0KILSlQg/SCJjCxp0RrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xyrMA751OaM/s72-c/macguyver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447413565662531059.post-4090075233352886066</id><published>2008-04-22T01:26:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:46:54.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Special One</title><content type='html'>Huah... finally able to post something on my blog. For the past 2 weeks, I was having the Easter holidays where I was able to visit London and Manchester. The cities was great but I'll post it on the next post. For now, some entertainment for football fanatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you have known The Special One a.k.a. Jose Mourinho has left Chelsea FC for nearly a year. For his whereabouts, I wasn't to sure but recently he was tipped to be the next England manager. Unfortunately he rejected the offer. However this has put him back into the spotlight after some time away from the football scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilariously, I found one of his videos over Youtube.com (the wonders of videos) mentioning about the current English Premier League cups. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-TOh3WlXJg0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-TOh3WlXJg0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note FRANK, DIDIER and CLAUDE voices. Guess who they are. There was even a geordie slang from Newcastle talking about the formation of Newcastle! Even Roman wanted to buy over Setanta! I lol'ed at their voices. Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that was funny, watch how the top managers of the EPL argue in the show. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVFN70uhALY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVFN70uhALY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen closely to Ferguson's chewing gum habit. Extremely funny and similar voices especially Wenger. Gave me the laughs! He IS fantastic and lets BE CHAMPIONS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-4090075233352886066?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/4090075233352886066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=4090075233352886066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/4090075233352886066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/4090075233352886066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/04/special-one.html' title='The Special One'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-5847857603722854035</id><published>2008-04-09T18:30:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:54:20.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Square Mile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;Huh, it has been a tough month of March for me. With all the workloads, I was going insane! Thank gawd its over already. Now, its Easter holidays! Woohoo! Relaxation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For the past few days, I have been playing games, &lt;s&gt;looking through hot girl Facebook accounts&lt;/s&gt; doing whatever I wanted. Ahh the good life… although unfortunately, Arsenal, the team that I support, has lost the Champions League (CL) and are on the verge of losing the top spot in the English Premier League (EPL). It gutted me but losing is part of life and it doesn’t affect me directly so :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R_0AXX_AV9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZK1aZPgziz0/s1600-h/absolutely-gutted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R_0AXX_AV9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZK1aZPgziz0/s320/absolutely-gutted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187302747375949778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Absolutely gutted... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Anyway, tomorrow…. Destination: London! Finally I will be able to see the capital of England. Might even be able to visit the Emirates Stadium! *Fingers crossed*  Finally. I have been in England for nearly a year but this will be the first time I will be traveling IN UK. Lame. I know.  Well, see you after the weekends! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R_0ATn_AV8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ojfgMrFkGW4/s1600-h/london_eyea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R_0ATn_AV8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ojfgMrFkGW4/s320/london_eyea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187302682951440322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello0000, London!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-5847857603722854035?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/5847857603722854035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=5847857603722854035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5847857603722854035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5847857603722854035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/04/square-mile.html' title='The Square Mile'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lzm0KILSlQg/R_0AXX_AV9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZK1aZPgziz0/s72-c/absolutely-gutted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447413565662531059.post-5723228486681924297</id><published>2008-04-01T00:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:18:10.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming home!</title><content type='html'>This has to be the most enjoyable moment for me!!! My cousin is getting married and I can return home for 2 weeks! Best of all, its after my dissertation!!! woowwww weeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laksa, nasi lemak, my buddies, I'm coming wooohoooo!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has gotta be the best news I've ever got in my entire life!!!!! yipppeeeeeee!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-5723228486681924297?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/5723228486681924297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=5723228486681924297' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5723228486681924297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5723228486681924297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-coming-home.html' title='I&apos;m coming home!'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-8465859751129079317</id><published>2008-03-28T00:58:00.013Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:58:36.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Good news, bad news...</title><content type='html'>I have some good news and some bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, a few weeks ago, I accidentally lost my V3X after I found out that my pants had a hole in the pocket! I had that phone for nearly 2 years and although it was getting worn out, I was getting used to it. It had some sentimental feelings as it has been with me through good times, bad times, hot weather, cold weather, sweat, dust, and grime. Sometimes I really miss it. Anyway that's the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that my old contacts weren't together with the phone. I was lucky as I was using the new UK sim card and the 'important' contacts were in my Maxis sim card. Thank goodness. Anywayz I got a new UK sim card... and that's not all. muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a new phone and I'm damn well proud of it because its my first ever mobile phone that I have had in all my life! As some of you readers may know, that all my previous phones were 'hand-me-down' phones so it gave me no choice of getting my own at that time because... well... I didn't wanna spend a big chunk of my money on new hand phones. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... to the main news. My new phone is the...(*drumming*)... Motorola RAZR V8!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R-xGlnoX-aI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WikY59tNkac/s1600-h/motorola-razr-z8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R-xGlnoX-aI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WikY59tNkac/s320/motorola-razr-z8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182594883304028578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The physical body of the V8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The clamshell phone is extremely thin and light. With the weight of 117g. Its damn light for me. Not only that its thin enough to be placed in my pocket without bulging out like my other... side of the pocket which my wallet is in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R-xKE3oX-cI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ywgW21P361M/s1600-h/v8+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R-xKE3oX-cI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ywgW21P361M/s320/v8+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182598718709823938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Muacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone's new Linux OS software is way faster and efficient then the old Motorola's software although it tends to freeze sometimes when I'm multi-tasking (even when Motorola claims that it is using a faster processor) Anyway, the phone doesn't have any memory card slot although it does have a built-in 512mb memory storage. It doesn't bother me much as I hardly place much pictures nor music with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R-xKA3oX-bI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ufdnOIh2SjI/s1600-h/free+motorola+v8+razr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R-xKA3oX-bI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ufdnOIh2SjI/s320/free+motorola+v8+razr2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182598649990347186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 inches wide touchscreen, my friends. Bloody awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the pictures as well, the phone has a damn big external screen. That screen is 2 inches wide which makes it the biggest in the market currently. Not only that, its a TOUCHSCREEN. You can view your messages and manage music without even flipping open the lid. 'Talking' about viewing the messages, did you know this phone can read my messages aloud? How cool is that! Damn! Its damn cool. Even its name is damn cool. V8. Reminds me of a V8 engine roaring now. Awh. The power, beauty, and the elegance. I'm gonna be damn happy for a few months knowing I have something new to play with. MUAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R-xMcHoX-dI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lRYQk8aEkrc/s1600-h/lansi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R-xMcHoX-dI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lRYQk8aEkrc/s320/lansi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182601317165038034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at that... I can't stop smiling now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: Notice anything it the pic? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R-xKE3oX-cI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ywgW21P361M/s1600-h/v8+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-8465859751129079317?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/8465859751129079317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=8465859751129079317' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/8465859751129079317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/8465859751129079317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good news, bad news...'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lzm0KILSlQg/R-xGlnoX-aI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WikY59tNkac/s72-c/motorola-razr-z8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447413565662531059.post-5143898376837271526</id><published>2008-03-26T22:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:47:54.498Z</updated><title type='text'>The Guillermo Ultimatum?</title><content type='html'>If you have read my previous post, you should know how funny Matt Damon was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but IT IS NOT OVER JUST YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean 13 premiere. Watch the ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4f14z5CMIJA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4f14z5CMIJA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found another one of his movie spoofs! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T23oNcCFriE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T23oNcCFriE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-5143898376837271526?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/5143898376837271526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=5143898376837271526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5143898376837271526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5143898376837271526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/03/jimmy-ultimatum.html' title='The Guillermo Ultimatum?'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-2176489113861431845</id><published>2008-03-25T00:22:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T02:18:59.357Z</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Kimmel!</title><content type='html'>My friends recently sent me a video over Youtube and I found it hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Kimmel is a American Comedian who host a talk show. This was one of his shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-PZNfOZXPJk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-PZNfOZXPJk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Matt got his revenge... with Jimmy's girlfriend, Sarah Silverman, another comedian actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WLG3S5WzHig&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WLG3S5WzHig&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought that was funny, wait till you watch the second one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIQrBouWRiE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIQrBouWRiE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the famous actor and actresses! Including Josh Groban!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think about it? hahaha&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/6447413565662531059-2176489113861431845?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/2176489113861431845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=2176489113861431845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/2176489113861431845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/2176489113861431845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/03/jimmy-kimmel.html' title='Jimmy Kimmel!'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-8722562170607046496</id><published>2008-03-23T02:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T02:17:21.666Z</updated><title type='text'>The World...</title><content type='html'>I was bored going through my assignments so I decided to post something up to keep my mind fresh. Couldn't t crank anything from my over-loading mind so I took something my old buddy wrote. What he wrote amused me but realizing that it was the truth of the current culture of the world. This is what he wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but    shorter tempers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We spend more, but have less, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We buy more but enjoy less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have bigger houses and smaller families,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More conveniences, but less time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have more degrees but less sense, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More knowledge, but less judgment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More experts,yet more problems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More medicine,but less wellness.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I believe that life has gotten somewhat complicated but to my friends out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ENJOY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-8722562170607046496?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/8722562170607046496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=8722562170607046496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/8722562170607046496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/8722562170607046496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/03/world.html' title='The World...'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-7796704806230272830</id><published>2008-03-16T19:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:28:49.948Z</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Bike Robber!</title><content type='html'>Just a few moments ago, my friend, Kai Chin came to my house to collect some stuff. When he came in I didn't realize he had a bike. He left it out in like what.... 5 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the locals here are nice. In an event where someone dropped something (ie a wallet or something valuable), most will return it. Even by mail or dropping  by your house even if they don't know you. That was my experience when I lost my bus pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, this time wow... no words to say... total shock.... just like that a &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;£40 &lt;/span&gt;bike is gone. Pity Kai Chin. That a-hole who stole his bike probably had no money to get back to their little tiny hut in Timbaktu.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-7796704806230272830?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/7796704806230272830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=7796704806230272830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/7796704806230272830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/7796704806230272830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/03/daylight-bike-robber.html' title='Daylight Bike Robber!'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-3117869267069721887</id><published>2008-03-16T03:31:00.013Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T04:53:32.697Z</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Night Ball</title><content type='html'>All this rants and I'm beginning to sound like a girl! Damn, that shit is killing me! Its time for me to post some testosterone into this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I attended a Malaysian Ball Night held in my uni by senior Malaysian students. Actually it was a last minute decision to attend the ball. I figured that hopefully I'd find some buddys who came to Newcastle but didn't know of so I went. For the ball, I wanted to look matured, cool and stylish. Sorta James Bondish-style (sounds kinda weird, doesn't it?) So I bought a black designer shirt and wore it with err... pants? Not forgetting my underwear. Anyway I looked cool, stylish and excellent..... Ok Ok I didn't look THAT cool. Wasn't so stylish but was still excellent (Hey, I was one of the good-looking guys in the ball).   Anyway I attended to the ball with a couple of my house mates, Jessie and JingWei a.k.a JW, and other friends. To make a note, Jessie was specially attractive that night with her cheongsam. Oh I wish I never had dreams. hehe. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R9ykOyxM54I/AAAAAAAAAGs/2y1FBd-UD78/s1600-h/jessie+hottie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R9ykOyxM54I/AAAAAAAAAGs/2y1FBd-UD78/s320/jessie+hottie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178194245622491010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I mention Jessie was specially attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after we entered the ball, it was packed with so many people that I didn't believe that all of them were Malaysians. and I was right. The place was packed with Hongkies, Indonesians and others but there were only a few 'guai los'. Sucky when we are living in a foreign country and no locals came along to join. HOWEVER, there was loads of hot, salty, spicy, steaming... girls (did I mention that there was a buffet for the ball too?) that I got no time to even snap photos or even pay attention to what was happening in the ball.  (Sorry B, I'm a guy. Its in our DNA to 'salivate' for the opposing sex. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the 'salivating' and some chit-chatting, we took our seats and the ball started.  We had our dinner in the ball buffet-style (Lame, I know) eating so-called 'Malaysian' food. Anyway that wasn't the only thing. Both the MCs on the stage were a laughing joke. What I mean by a 'laughing joke' is that they were so L-A-M-E, that I yawned. Half of the time that they were announcing the events, no one bothered.... until the lucky draw came on. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the babbling, the most exciting part of the ball started. It was the traditional dance of the three main races in Malaysia. The Chinese, Indian, Malay dance. I personally call it the Ma-In-Nese (sounds awfully similar like a sauce...). Anyway the dancers should be applauded and be encored as they were beaaauuuutiful. Both the dance and the dancers. Absolutely stunning. Really. We recorded the video down but that would be another time as its kinda 'inconvenient' for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dance, a couple more of the lame MCs announcements, some light drinking and chit-chatting again, and the ball was over. BUT, it wasn't over for us. Not just yet. We decided to join the crowd into heading to a nightclub where an extra event was held. Hot girls, alcohol, and good music. What the hell were we waiting for! GO GO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the club called Blu Bambu which is a hotspot for asians like us in Newcastle. Here clubbing is a whole different level from Malaysia's nightlife albeit the latter is way more fun. Smoking is banned indoors and that includes nightclubs, pubs etc. Nuff said. As usual, we entered the club, drank, get slightly (aroused, excited, high, whatever you wanna call it), and started to mingle. The same hot, spicy, salty, steaming girls were there too but were hogged by a bunch of guys like a pack of wolves so I decided to be the 'Lion' posing around the area (I stood in one place, never moving).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Leong a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J.Loh&lt;/span&gt; and See Tho a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loong Kor&lt;/span&gt; and Jesmine arrived. We started dancing getting to know some girls, meeting familiar faces and so forth. You know how clubbing is. After that, we headed back home. That wraps up the Malaysian Ball Night for me. Btw we managed to snap some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R9ykXixM56I/AAAAAAAAAG8/FMDilTfwMCc/s1600-h/NSU+MSY+BALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R9ykXixM56I/AAAAAAAAAG8/FMDilTfwMCc/s320/NSU+MSY+BALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178194395946346402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wasn't I cool or what! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R9ykTyxM55I/AAAAAAAAAG0/FBo3kPy5RCg/s1600-h/jessie+lansi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R9ykTyxM55I/AAAAAAAAAG0/FBo3kPy5RCg/s320/jessie+lansi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178194331521836946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jessie, main girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R9ykaixM57I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Z1-7ZubPAo8/s1600-h/red+chick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R9ykaixM57I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Z1-7ZubPAo8/s320/red+chick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178194447485953970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heh. J.Loh's 'co-worker'. She a girl working with him at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I think I injected some testosterone into myself. Look forward to more of it soon! Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Over and OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-3117869267069721887?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/3117869267069721887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=3117869267069721887' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/3117869267069721887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/3117869267069721887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/03/malaysian-night-ball.html' title='Malaysian Night Ball'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lzm0KILSlQg/R9ykOyxM54I/AAAAAAAAAGs/2y1FBd-UD78/s72-c/jessie+hottie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447413565662531059.post-5891622125999766174</id><published>2008-03-13T16:43:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T17:34:24.310Z</updated><title type='text'>The Omega Man</title><content type='html'>Obviously for this few months, I rarely post up new topics in the blog. This is because that I have no motivation at all to do it. It is also obvious that my few previous posts have been about me ranting and ranting all night long. Well there is a reason and hopefully this would be the stop of my rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Newcastle now is not as what it seems. People can say I am lucky and should be happy but sometimes I feel it another way around. I am lucky in a sense that I am able to experience new and never seen before things. Things like experiencing the 4 seasons of the year, different culture and heh the exchange rate =P. There is more but it would never replace or cover what I'm feeling rite now. I feel bored. I feel alone. I feel that I'm becoming Will Smith in 'I Am Legend'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 'I Am Legend', Will Smith acted as a government scientist who discovered a threatening virus outbreak. He was immune thus allowing him to live. He decided to stay in New York and try to create an anti-virus to save humanity. For 3 years he survived. Alone. Everyday he lived in fear. He talked to his dog and put up some mannequins to keep himself sane. After his dog died, he went berserk and tried to sacrifice his own life. He ended up being beaten by some 'evolved humans' but saved by a woman and a boy. When he woke up, he saw the woman and the boy having their breakfast. After all this years of not communicating with other humans, he didn't know how to react to them. The woman says something he dislikes and SMASH, he shows his anger and his bitterness by shoving his plate, scaring both the woman and the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of me telling of this story is that I feel the same way as he does. There are humans around me but its rare that I communicate with them. Those humans could be those 'evolved humans' who only can live in the darkness. Couped within themselves and I as Will Smith is becoming like him but to a certain extent. I feel that my communication with humans are not as good anymore and it isn't appealing to the other 'new' humans around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point is that I feel isolated. I feel unneeded. I feel that I am useless. Just another 'human'. I just don't want to be treated and feel that way. I don't know about others but personally I hate it. I am a good friend. I can tell you that with confidence because I know who I am. I can share, laugh, tolerate and be patient but that we all know has a limit. My philosophy in my life is simple. The way you treat me is the way you'll be treated. Its fair, its balanced, and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep things short, some caring wouldn't hurt a soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-5891622125999766174?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/5891622125999766174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=5891622125999766174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5891622125999766174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5891622125999766174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/03/omega-man.html' title='The Omega Man'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-7150059990262938154</id><published>2008-03-13T02:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T02:35:48.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Under pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;"&gt;There is this song that I've been listening for quite sometime and I decided to share it. Its about being in pressure. About what culture has been today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pushing down on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pressing down on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No man ask for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under pressure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That burns a building down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Splits a family in two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puts people on streets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the terror of knowing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What this world is about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching some good friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Screaming "let me out" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pray tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gets me higher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pressure on people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People on streets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the terror of knowing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What this world is about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching some good friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Screaming "let me out" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pray tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gets me higher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pressure on people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People on streets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turned away from it all like a blind man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sat on a fence but it don't work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why, why, WHY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't we give ourselves one more chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't we give love that one more chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't we give love, give love, give love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause love's such an old fashioned word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And love dares you to care for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The people on the edge of the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And love dares you to change our way of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caring about ourselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is our last dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is ourselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under pressure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under pressure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lyrics by Queen - Under pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-7150059990262938154?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/7150059990262938154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=7150059990262938154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/7150059990262938154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/7150059990262938154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/03/under-pressure.html' title='Under pressure'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-1757920566610120687</id><published>2008-03-06T03:15:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T03:24:00.971Z</updated><title type='text'>GO! GO! GO!</title><content type='html'>Hardwork&lt;br /&gt;Eloquence&lt;br /&gt;Literacy&lt;br /&gt;Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I require most at this moment. My dissertation and assignment due dates are coming very soon. Just another 2 months and I'll have my degree. I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Note the capitals XD I need that too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-1757920566610120687?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/1757920566610120687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=1757920566610120687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/1757920566610120687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/1757920566610120687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/03/hardwork-eloquence-literacy-patience.html' title='GO! GO! GO!'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-5958420320208285566</id><published>2008-02-24T01:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T02:54:37.044Z</updated><title type='text'>No man is an island.</title><content type='html'>Its has been 6 months since I arrived in the UK. In this short duration, I realized that I have learned a great deal of knowledge. I see how things work differently, why it happens and what made it happen. I has cleared my mind and opened it to see the world as I have never seen it before. With this experience, I feel I can do anything now. To travel, to take up a new hobby, to prepare for the working life and a whole lot more. But now there is something I wish dearly for. Companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt lonely at times while living here. I feel as though nothing in this world knows I'm here. I felt like a rock which no one knew or even bothered. I became unmotivated, lazy, and eventually moody. I easily became angry, silent or felt destructive. Loneliness can do crazy things to a man. I have never felt so bad in my life before this. I have been patient and tolerating but it couldn't overcome my moments of grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried a lot of things to compensate over this. I tried playing video games but it bores me out fast. I tried to focus on my studies but it couldn't keep my mind off as it puts more strain on me. As days go by, I almost felt I could become insane. I didn't want that to happen so I decided to fake my happiness. I forced myself to laugh, to smile. I stacked up playing cards, threw them up in the air  (and tried to flick out the Aces as seen on television =P),  and also kicked, dribble (and volleyed) with a football in my room. Now you know how a time waster, waste his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this consistently for a few days. It was until I had several chats with my friends and family who are in my home country. After a good long chat with them, I felt good. As the matter of a fact, I felt GREAT. It was then I realized that I still had hope. I still had a purpose to fulfill in my life. It wasn't time for me to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some way, they saved my life. I owe them that much and so I promise them that no matter how bad things go, I WILL NOT GIVE UP because I know that, out there, there are people who still care. I am not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-5958420320208285566?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/5958420320208285566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=5958420320208285566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5958420320208285566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5958420320208285566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-man-is-island.html' title='No man is an island.'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-8127216451616736008</id><published>2008-02-09T16:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T16:30:26.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>Its been quite some time... again since I ever posted in my blog but its Chinese New Year and I would like to wish those who are reading through my blog,  GONG HEY FATT CHOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R63UuXs2kmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-jCMs-G-rKY/s1600-h/FOOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R63UuXs2kmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-jCMs-G-rKY/s320/FOOK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165018240765039202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Fook'. Part of my chinese name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be the first year that I am not celebrating with my family but no sweat. I'll be with them and my friends soon enough. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-8127216451616736008?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/8127216451616736008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=8127216451616736008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/8127216451616736008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/8127216451616736008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lzm0KILSlQg/R63UuXs2kmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-jCMs-G-rKY/s72-c/FOOK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447413565662531059.post-3995625024253992360</id><published>2008-01-26T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T03:07:09.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Strength</title><content type='html'>Nowadays life is not always what it seemed to me as always. I feel stuck, caged unable to move, to freely say, speak, voice out opinions. A fear cripples me, brings me down.  Now I am not who I am anymore. I became something else. Silent, cold and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why did this happen? I wonder by myself sometimes. Honestly, I don't know the real reason but I do know that I am often misunderstood in many ways. Sometimes I feel that I scare people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more of an outgoing person. Happy-go-lucky, adventurous and energetic. Did whatever I wanted which made me happy. Kept telling myself that I could do anything. Being positive. I helped without even being asked. I helped unconditionally. I never asked for anything back in return. Although sometimes I feel that my help is unappreciated. It never stopped me from helping.  Somethings in my life may turn bad at times and I will feel worse. At times, I don't know what am I doing or what to do anymore but I told myself to keep going on. I took on the challenges and faced it. I never gave up hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tolerant till this day and will always be, to show my undying strength, that I will pursue what my family had hoped for and what I'd hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-3995625024253992360?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/3995625024253992360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=3995625024253992360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/3995625024253992360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/3995625024253992360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/01/strength.html' title='Strength'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-5231385679524067272</id><published>2008-01-11T02:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:09:23.920Z</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>Finally after 2 months of non-stop action, I'm able to rest now. I felt the blog has become stagnant after such a long time but it will not last for long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after 2 months of non-stop action, there is plenty to say but let me build-up some stories for it yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be giving out previews of my experience here. Adventures from the city of Edinburgh, to Barcelona, the first Christmas celebrations in UK and not forgetting the most unforgettable snow experience that I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-5231385679524067272?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/5231385679524067272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=5231385679524067272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5231385679524067272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/5231385679524067272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2008/01/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-6447413565662531059.post-2620000753201769816</id><published>2007-12-06T05:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T06:27:55.214Z</updated><title type='text'>Football Match!</title><content type='html'>It has been a busy month of November for me with assignments and work but on the 5th of December 2007, I was able to do something I have wanted to do for nearly 5 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a real live English Premier League (EPL) match and meeting the footballers of my favorite team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eLk2VeZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nzw8I-o1WeE/s1600-h/Logo+Arsenal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eLk2VeZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nzw8I-o1WeE/s320/Logo+Arsenal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140730964843849682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arsenal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the game in St. James Park, which is the stadium for Newcastle United Football Club (NUFC) with a couple of my friends. The match only started at 7.45 p.m. UK time but we were so excited, so we made a move to the stadium. As we journeyed towards our destination, we were able to see hordes of people walking towards the same destination. Yes, that's right. Hordes. A vast multitude. Thousands. The mood was getting electrifying. So we headed up to our seats in the stadium. When I reached the top of the stadium, my goosebumps stood. As I entered the entrance, the roar of the fans echoed throughout the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eL_2VeZ-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/g2OW64_ZixE/s1600-h/IMG_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eL_2VeZ-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/g2OW64_ZixE/s320/IMG_0695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140731428700317666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;St. James Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans of both teams chanting their respective songs, clapping. I was overwhelmed. I know now how it feels being in a stadium, it was great. I managed to spot a couple of players before the match started while they were warming up. In the Arsenal team, a few main players didn't appear. Fabregas, Hleb, Van Persie are among the few who didn't turn up due to injury. Then we headed to our seats in the stadium. FYI, we were sitting in the NEWCASTLE UNITED side so it kinda sucked for me. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eRZGVeaLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZairrD1sCDU/s1600-h/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eRZGVeaLI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZairrD1sCDU/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140737360050153650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ceremony. I don't know what its called. =P  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the whistle was blown. Fans started cheering and literally shaking the stadium. Within 3 minutes of the game, Arsenal scored with a beautiful shot by Emmanuel Adebayor. Although there were only roughly 30% of Arsenal fans but it was loud enough to be heard in the stadium. I wanted to join them in celebrating but I didn't and couldn't do it in front of the Newcastle fans. Sad, I know. Anyway the game continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eMi2VeZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/6aAdjjLIQZ0/s1600-h/EmmanuelAdebayor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eMi2VeZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/6aAdjjLIQZ0/s320/EmmanuelAdebayor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140732029995739122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25. Emmanuel Adebayor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the game progressed, the fans continually chant their songs and anthems. During the first half of the game, the Newcastle team was devastated. Passes was not completed, high balls were not accurate and the Arsenal team was the opposite. Newcastle sucked. Even the fans around me agreed. They were shouting harsh words like 'F@#$ Off'', 'F@#$ing B@$%^r^$' and 'B100dy S^1t'. Mostly was towards their own players because their performance sucked, badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eM3mVeaAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FFo2pWhRFe0/s1600-h/Booing+Fans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eM3mVeaAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FFo2pWhRFe0/s320/Booing+Fans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140732386478024706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boo! Get out you B100Dy Sh1t3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the second half started, Newcastle started to look more aggressive. Probably Big Sam gave them a good ol' lecture. Alan Smith, striker for Newcastle United was the one creating a lot of chances. He tackled hard and played hard. He was also Man-of-the-Match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eNNWVeaBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qkVwPcs5qBY/s1600-h/Alan+smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eNNWVeaBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qkVwPcs5qBY/s320/Alan+smith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140732760140179474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17. Alan Smith: ROAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during the 60th minute of the match, Steven Taylor scored for Newcastle. The crowd went mad! It shook the stadium. Literally. The goal was kinda disappointing for me but it gave me the chance to feel the atmosphere of the passionate fans celebrating the goal. Then 30 minutes went by with the normal chanting and cheering of the fans while the both teams try to create chances to score more goals. The final whistle was blown. It was the end of the match. Arsenal 1, Newcastle United 1. A draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately everyone started leaving the stadium. We followed after taking a few shots of the stadium. As soon as we reached the the ground level of the stadium there was a waiting area where a few people were lining up. At that time, I was with my friend, Shane. We figure out that the Arsenal players will be boarding the bus to bring them home. AUTOGRAPH CHANCE! We searched desperately for any paper and pen but only managed to get a small white piece of paper and a pen. Then one by one the players started to appear! OH WE WERE EXCITED! We started taking pictures of them and tried to get autographs. First Gael Clichy appeared. We didn't manage to get his autograph but got a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eNZGVeaCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bPrvLl91AE4/s1600-h/IMG_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eNZGVeaCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bPrvLl91AE4/s320/IMG_0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140732962003642402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22.Gael Clichy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the following players appeared respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eN8GVeaDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qvBlXsXDyvg/s1600-h/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eN8GVeaDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qvBlXsXDyvg/s320/IMG_0733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140733563299063858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15. Denilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eOO2VeaEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OKUNO_uNIEU/s1600-h/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eOO2VeaEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OKUNO_uNIEU/s320/IMG_0736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140733885421611074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;26. Nicklas Bendtner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1ePMmVeaFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NzC6Jgh5sx4/s1600-h/IMG_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1ePMmVeaFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NzC6Jgh5sx4/s320/IMG_0753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140734946278533202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. Tomas Rosicky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1ePaGVeaGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/l62Rg5qWWVs/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1ePaGVeaGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/l62Rg5qWWVs/s320/IMG_0754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140735178206767202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24. Manuel Almunia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1ePnmVeaHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qKRGVNOXIi8/s1600-h/IMG_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1ePnmVeaHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qKRGVNOXIi8/s320/IMG_0757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140735410135001202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19. Gilberto Silva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eQgmVeaKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9cm7tI0uJpg/s1600-h/IMG_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eQgmVeaKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9cm7tI0uJpg/s320/IMG_0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140736389387544738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Kolo Toure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several other players such as Willam Gallas, Theo Walcott and Adebayor but unfortunately I didn't take any pictures of them because I was busy getting autographs from them. Fortunately I got them! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eP8mVeaII/AAAAAAAAAF0/hJEeTgWW_bc/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eP8mVeaII/AAAAAAAAAF0/hJEeTgWW_bc/s320/IMG_0793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140735770912254082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Autographs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eQN2VeaJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/suawLfG0Tw0/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eQN2VeaJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/suawLfG0Tw0/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140736067264997522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More autographs! and yeah Eboue signed twice for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was the single most enjoyable and exciting night of my life. This will be the first time and it will also not be the last, I will be watching another football match. Also to all my football friends, I miss futsol! Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-2620000753201769816?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/2620000753201769816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=2620000753201769816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/2620000753201769816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/2620000753201769816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-has-been-busy-month-of-november-for.html' title='Football Match!'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lzm0KILSlQg/R1eLk2VeZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nzw8I-o1WeE/s72-c/Logo+Arsenal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447413565662531059.post-4863486831262819784</id><published>2007-11-21T23:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:12:09.864Z</updated><title type='text'>England says goodbye to Euro2008</title><content type='html'>As I was walking outside in the streets. I sense that something was wrong. There was hardly anyone walking in the streets. Probably its was my imagination... until I heard my neighbor shouting 'howay' which means 'come on' in Geordie language while watching the tele. I was wondering what could make a Englishman so worked up..., then it sparked in my mind. The Euro qualifying rounds were playing at this very night. So I headed to my laptop, open my mozilla, typed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soccernet.com&lt;/span&gt; and saw the headlines which goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;England Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was then I knew that England fans were looking like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0S-Ga3zzdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2ryygK0SRwU/s1600-h/eng+lose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0S-Ga3zzdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2ryygK0SRwU/s320/eng+lose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135438492611104210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sniffles, we won't see Beckham for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;England never fails to upset their fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0THZ63zzgI/AAAAAAAAACU/AbenE9RIWKE/s1600-h/Beck+Kick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0THZ63zzgI/AAAAAAAAACU/AbenE9RIWKE/s320/Beck+Kick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135448723223203330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of my idols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I won't be able to see my idol playing, probably never anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0S_8q3zzeI/AAAAAAAAACE/aNy3tFBuiFs/s1600-h/england-football-emblem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0S_8q3zzeI/AAAAAAAAACE/aNy3tFBuiFs/s320/england-football-emblem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135440524130635234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Three Lions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to a country which showed me the beauty of football, good luck in winning the World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0TAQq3zzfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iaoJ7Or6eYI/s1600-h/mclaren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0TAQq3zzfI/AAAAAAAAACM/iaoJ7Or6eYI/s320/mclaren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135440867728018930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No more of his sulking face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably won't be seeing his face anymore too. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-4863486831262819784?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/4863486831262819784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=4863486831262819784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/4863486831262819784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/4863486831262819784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2007/11/england-says-goodbye-to-euro2008.html' title='England says goodbye to Euro2008'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0S-Ga3zzdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2ryygK0SRwU/s72-c/eng+lose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447413565662531059.post-2127676236033064223</id><published>2007-11-21T04:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T04:33:01.805Z</updated><title type='text'>Food for the dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Welcome to my blog again. Due to the fact that I have a 'fan' who wants to hear about my story, I'll post one for his sake =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright straight to the point. Cooking was never my thing. I repeat. WAS never.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a series of events (when I had nothing to eat) which cause me to rethink my activities. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0Oupa3zzXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KeCquV-Kc6c/s1600-h/Cookbook_CoverII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0Oupa3zzXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KeCquV-Kc6c/s320/Cookbook_CoverII.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135140026743770482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoulda read this earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was forced to cook… so I started by cooking an egg, the easiest thing to cook in the world. You can do anything with an egg. You can fry, stew, boil, pan fry, stir fry and loads more. Marvelous thing of nature. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Absolutely wonderful. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It also makes you full.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0OvXa3zzYI/AAAAAAAAABE/dZZvp_xBp6k/s1600-h/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0OvXa3zzYI/AAAAAAAAABE/dZZvp_xBp6k/s320/eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135140817017752962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eggs, you gotta love 'em...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;NOW, I am able to cook loads more delicious food. I have fallen in love with cooking. Cooking is really fun and exciting. Let’s see what I have cooked recently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0Ov3a3zzaI/AAAAAAAAABU/BCFp1XBAyLc/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0Ov3a3zzaI/AAAAAAAAABU/BCFp1XBAyLc/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135141366773566882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Yummy... Chicken curry dish with potatoes, long beans &amp;amp; boiled eggs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The curry was spicy with the potatoes sliced to small cubes and was soft while the eggs was an addition to the dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This dish was cooked by me but with assistance from my fellow house mates which I would like to take this opportunity to say thanks to them. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next on the list...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0Owe63zzbI/AAAAAAAAABc/h6MI3XJsrNM/s1600-h/IMG_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0Owe63zzbI/AAAAAAAAABc/h6MI3XJsrNM/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135142045378399666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Healthy food for the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Roasted chicken with stewed pork sausage, baked chips and fresh salad… including the complimentary &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cuvée Mythique-Shiraz Grenache 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; wine courtesy of Mr. LFM (he wishes to stay anonymous).  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The chicken was marinated &amp;amp; roasted in an oven with the chips while the fresh salad was purchased with some addition of fresh cabbage. There was a variety of sauces available (as shown) for the salad depending on their taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Anyway both dishes were great with everyone complimenting a great dinner they had. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was so happy with myself and with the excellent and wonderful food I had.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BTW the roasted chicken was the easier one to cook compared to the curry dish! =p&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well this are the dishes that I managed to capture pictures of but the rest of them were equally tasty and nice. I hope that I can continue to cook more different dishes in the future but with my workload and assignments coming around, it could be hard to manage but… I’ll try! *fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-2127676236033064223?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/2127676236033064223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=2127676236033064223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/2127676236033064223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/2127676236033064223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome-to-my-blog-again_20.html' title='Food for the dude'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lzm0KILSlQg/R0Oupa3zzXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KeCquV-Kc6c/s72-c/Cookbook_CoverII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447413565662531059.post-3070382332304420070</id><published>2007-11-04T18:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:46:33.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Testing 123... hi there! This is my first blog ever created in my life. To say, I was never an avid fan of blogs till now. The reason I created this blog is for me to spend my boring days and free time while I am in a country foreign to me since I was born. May this blog help me to fulfill its purpose and also for people who want to know more about my experience in my life although it may not be as happening as most bloggers who are more famous. Here's my life's story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Signing out for now. CHEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/Ry4SdYmhwLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLszDfx3oXk/s1600-h/cheers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzm0KILSlQg/Ry4SdYmhwLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLszDfx3oXk/s320/cheers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129057321651126450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6447413565662531059-3070382332304420070?l=clem85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/feeds/3070382332304420070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6447413565662531059&amp;postID=3070382332304420070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/3070382332304420070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6447413565662531059/posts/default/3070382332304420070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clem85.blogspot.com/2007/11/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Clement Yee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16854498792913146419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_lzm0KILSlQg/Ry4SdYmhwLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GLszDfx3oXk/s72-c/cheers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
