<?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-335124027671236257</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:08:54.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG. Phishcakes!</title><subtitle type='html'>Cause I can has cheezeburger is way too mainstream.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-1573637955899764377</id><published>2012-02-15T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T10:56:18.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus Needed!</title><content type='html'>Like the title says, I need focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a person of very very little focus, when I study if im alone I tend to... wander off mentally if I get bored with a subject, wondering on possibilities of this car being modded, dating that girl, doing this activity and so on and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I need focus in finishing a few things, main priority is my fixie. I bought it as a project but shieeetttt, Ian, how many months has it been lying there being broken? Quite a few akshulleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can start stripping it down and restoring it back to health with a LOVELY surprise which I think, i'll be the only one in the whole world that has done that to his fixie ^.^V hoho swag points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to also, lose weight. I lost 4kgs actually since the fight being depressed and eating less and having a proper nights rest, but I need the exercise. Bought jogging shorts until now I havent exactly used them, Ian you fatstuff. Go jog :B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need focus to read the bible and get closer to God, because really it must be God teaching me lesson after lesson after being so stubborn. It feels sad to neglect God because really, whether he exists or not to you atheists I know he exists, you cant explain why you get that gut feeling to read a certain verse, or that rush of coldness when you praise God. If you want to bring science into it be my guess, but what triggers it I highly doubt is of the world. Alienz hoho. I highly believe God exists, has been blessing me with material wealth, wisdom, love, choices, and has been there to take care of me. And pulling me out of a useless situation with a slap of reality? Lovely. I couldnt be more grateful to God and of course, the wonderful people that helped me realize my mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need also to finally get the&amp;nbsp;courage to&amp;nbsp;have a conversation with that&amp;nbsp;certain person&amp;nbsp;that I admire. 3 years and not a lot of convos ahaha, yes if you're reading this hihi :B. I'd like a bible buddy, perhaps you can help me? :3 Please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I need focus in studies, I pray that God will give me wisdom &amp;amp; knowledge for college because Lord knows im gonna need them in the choice of course and in terms of doing work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think though that journalism should be a very good course for me since I love english, fur realz :B. The thought of long essays make me happy because i'm proud (not good, but yeah) of my English :p. Nowadays I hear from bosses in corporations the young generation is stupid because their english is so poor they cant communicate with people overseas, that makes me feel good but thats quite bad so i'll need to pray for humility HAHA :p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL summary of it all i've got a lot planned out for 2012, and a HUGE project hopefully that comes true, will blog that later on this month hopefully? Buhbai :3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-1573637955899764377?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/1573637955899764377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=1573637955899764377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1573637955899764377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1573637955899764377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2012/02/focus-needed.html' title='Focus Needed!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-7261422507898615869</id><published>2012-02-15T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T10:42:15.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>145th Post.</title><content type='html'>I think this post is going to be more emotional hum-drum, if you're not intrested in how i'm feeling nowadays you can gladly stop reading here :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways moving on, i've reached a point in life where&amp;nbsp;I cant figure myself out. The people I used to hang out with are gone, even if I magically become best buddies with them it doesnt really point direction in my life like it used to! Say when I was 14-15, I was experimenting on clothes, cycling, working out, dreaming for my car to be finished, waiting for my drivers license, wondering how post-SPM life feels like and really enjoying myself in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its 4 years after 15, im 19 this year. I'm not exactly a kid anymore, only having a year more 'till being a proper adult so the worries of responsibilities have been bugging me, and I cant shake the worry. These days if you just use my iPhone and scroll through my twitter you're bound to find something like ' I dont give a fuck la just chill ' or ' Fuck you you think you very cool meh? ' , idk if its just me or what but&amp;nbsp;I find cursing a major turnoff? Especially girls nowadays jeez, whatsup with your mouths, so scary la to think that future mothers are going to be scolding the kids with 4 letter words and having a IDGAF attitude in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike our parents, they work hard, they dont have 'SWAG' like us, i'm really worried that someday the whole world is gonna screw itself up because of this current generation. If you were to survey around nowadays whether anyone thinks of marriage, you'll get a lot of yes's but preparing yourself for it? Not much. Nobody cares to care for one another also, its not common hearing some weird kid being left out or picked on in school because he's socially awkward. I mean okay la if he's irritating I get you, but why not try to fix them? If all fails then abandon ship la, at least you TRIED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean hey they're 18, smokings cool, pool is cool, driving flashy cars is cool, having SWAG is cool, cursing your mother is cool, seriously doesnt anyone get tired of this? Or is it just me? Party this party that dont give a damn about this dont give a damn about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally im concerned on how the world is ever going to function since we have this attitude nowadays, the young generation just doesnt care at all about fixing or improving ANYTHING except on how cool they are. Ask them whether they know how to fix a doorknob, a car, or cook fried rice majority wont. Ask them whats the best place to shisha, mod a car, or club they'll never stop talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If really Malaysia is going to screw itself up over time sorry to say Malaysia, I love you so much but if the people in it are going to ruin you im leaving for a better country that has more patriotism and cares more about upbringing of the society rather than here. I dont want my kids to be clueless idiots just demanding for more material wealth and swag instead of doing something usefull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt anybody out there ever want a clean image and to be full of knowledge, or is that just me? :( Changing a countries mentality wont be easy thats for sure heh. I'm surrounded by majority of people that just dont care, but thankfully by the grace of God I still have those few people that keep these few qualities and are actually bothered about how they live. IF I ever lose those friends you can pretty much expect me to dissapear just as well, I dont enjoy living with people who are AWESOME at not caring about anything but themselves and how to enjoy everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also given up trying to correct other people that dont wanna be corrected, y'know its ironic I got scolded for having an anger problem when the person that lectured me had the same thing, not exactly practicing what you preach but were human. So... thats not for me to answer to, let God work the knots out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MY i'm making myself depressed, maybe I should stop now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-7261422507898615869?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/7261422507898615869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=7261422507898615869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7261422507898615869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7261422507898615869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2012/02/145th-post.html' title='145th Post.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-1383263576834534380</id><published>2012-02-15T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T10:25:28.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Can Be Weird.</title><content type='html'>Oh. so. weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been... 2 months? I think since the quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially outcast from my old 'gang' whoever hangs out with who anyways, and surprisingly it doesnt feel too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had this mentality that they were my only friends, but wow. Life really can change, detour, whatever you wanna label it as, and suddenly old friends are popping up from all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know I dont really care if they read this, because it reminds me of how cheap words are. That goes both ways on what I promised people and what they promise me, I never thought I would have ruined my friendship so bad with them, and I never thought they would leave me because I always was bombarded with "Brother mou?". Fuck your brother mou's la, they're for people that will never ever make you unhappy.&amp;nbsp;I have finally come to realize that I, for myself, need to think a LOT before speaking, doing anything in particular because the lack of thinking has made me in such a situation. Also need to keep a mental memo that birds of the same feather flock together, no wonder when I cant deliver it goes vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that bullshit of saying " you're like a brother, brother mou, brothers for life "... has no weight at all. IRONICALLY though, the people that I thought would never speak to me again&amp;nbsp;in my life&amp;nbsp;did, and have started contacting me out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find life very weird, and im very dissapointed at the poor choices i've made in my high school days. Have been warned by seniors, other people, but no I still decide to be ignorant&amp;nbsp;and have lotsa fun. Its sad I cant take back time... but nevertheless this is still one of my BEST life lessons and probably the most HURTING. Yeah if you were wondering I still do have my emotions and I DID enjoy my time being with them but people change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck before this everyone didnt hang out with each other, some of them didnt like other people of certain groups. Ironic right? But I guess thats what makes us humans, human, we judge on reputation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have screwed up more than once but from now on I highly doubt i'll do this again, I dont really want to remember what has happened or who didnt like who because it makes me feel like i've been very unjustly accused, but then again my crap was more prominent than the rest so i'm guilty as charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will be here to remind me to shut my mouth more often, think, PRAY to God so that I wont live my life&amp;nbsp; thinking and most importantly, find friends that actually care &amp;amp; bother about me, like, really bother not just fucking yapping on how 'brotherly'&amp;nbsp;we are and then dissapearing when I screw up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad though that they're kind enough to forgive me (I hope, sincerly) so bless them for that. Really God, I have tons of reasons to be mad but I know I shouldnt because they're human and so am I, who am I to judge? They have fixed me so thank you for that if you're reading this, may somebody else better than I am fix them because clearly i'm not needed to them anymore, and my words hold no weight anymore. Trust&amp;nbsp;takes a&amp;nbsp;very long time to gain, but a second to lose. This saying couldnt summarize my&amp;nbsp;mistake any better sadly. I dont blame anybody for leaving though, after all we all were a group that doesnt stay at home, listen to mommy and daddy go to church and be goodie 2 shoes. I DO want to be like that though, so its time for me to start cleaning up my act and have a 180 degree turn in who I am. I've also come to a point where i'm not as funny as I used to be, less vulgar, less energetic, poorer, uncool, basically im becoming someone entirely different hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all though for whatever you've given me as a gift, box of golden lugnuts, a very lovely mixtape (CD) with cutesy words written all over it, letters when I still mattered in your life, the hugs, the countless repairs on my car, the yamcha sessions, heck even the Penang trip. If I never went i'd still be living life as an irritating douchebag so thank you all for fixing me up after. Thanks also for leaving me out all the time after finding new people to talk to, it made me realize how disposable a 'brother' is after he screws up, and how many more funnier more fun&amp;nbsp;'brother's are out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now though I&amp;nbsp;dont know actually who needs me around. Mmm. Life is very very weird. I wonder how college life will be... I just hope, and pray very very hard I dont get my life stuck in this same cycle where everynight I do nothing but make jokes, smoke a couple of shishas, call everyone bro then go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my life to be more than that. More fulfilling and in depth than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-1383263576834534380?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/1383263576834534380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=1383263576834534380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1383263576834534380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1383263576834534380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2012/02/life-can-be-weird.html' title='Life Can Be Weird.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-2333209864602372073</id><published>2012-02-06T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:04:19.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PmxOcS5dU-Y/TzA9Pm5Bd7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/MUWh7r6OWb8/s1600/tumblr_llq6fz797J1qemhs1o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PmxOcS5dU-Y/TzA9Pm5Bd7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/MUWh7r6OWb8/s1600/tumblr_llq6fz797J1qemhs1o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipster Rapunzel is heeepstuh.&amp;nbsp;I couldnt resist stealing it (her?)&amp;nbsp;off &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/dashboard" target="_blank"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;shes pretty cute no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? HAHA anyways hey guys, havent been blogging in 2 months and wow time sure passes by hasnt it? 2012 has so far been okay for me, not the best start of a year but it HAS been a month full of learning for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I dont know where to start or what to blog, seems like i've lost my touch in everything from being layzeeee. Camera has been idling under my awesome-possum shelf, nothing has been done with my car, my fixie is still uh... not yet fixed, but&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; I lost 4KG's magically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh yey! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I've started reading the bible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Omg Ian isn't Ian anymore.&amp;nbsp;Well 2 days ago I decided to start reading the book of Proverbs, starting at 3am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I didnt expect to read much but I ended up doing 20 Chapters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; LULZ. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;#Randomfactaboutme I love reading when I have the mood to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I think i'll start this post with a review of what i've read? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYS, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Proverbs is well, a book of proverbs. Its supposed to be advice in life to help people make WISE choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Wisdom = Using knowledge and experience with common sense &amp;amp; insight. One thing notable about Proverbs is that it can be applied to both Christians &amp;amp; Non-christians as this is about wisdom! However it might be hard to understand as this was written during the BC era, so it has to be interpreted to a modern meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some proverbs that were more&amp;nbsp;noteable for me were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;1. Proverbs 2:9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Honor the Lord with your wealth with firstfruits of all your crops; then your bars will be filled to overflowing, and your vats will brim over with new wine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This means always remember to give back to God whatever he has blessed you with, noted in the bible somewhere, is said to be 10%. Will get back on that when I read more! Its not an offering of wealth, more of an offering of respect? It shows that we appreciate what has been blessed&amp;nbsp;to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;2. Proverbs 2:11-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My son, do not despise the Lord's discipline and do not resent his rebuke; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;because the Lord disciplines those&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he loves, as a father the son he delights in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Generally I think this is pretty simple to understand, but it must be examined in depth as well. God disciplines us by allowing problems or 'calamities' in our lives, but in that calamity is a lesson learned. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a smoker last year, I've always known smoking wasnt good but I didnt stop. Anyways God did something about that, I have this ODD sideffect to smoking: anger. I got super angry last year and tada, I instantly lost a group of buddies. At first I was devastated at what i'd done, however looking back its not really much of a loss. Out of that whole group only a certain few actually bothered for me to stop smoking, or even bothering to overlook why I was angry and get to the source of the problem. Needless to say I was 'disciplined' by God, God is showing me that smoking is bad, and I shouldnt mix with people that have an IDGAF attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;3. Proverbs 3:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Do not withhold good from those who deserve it, when its in your power to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; if you can help someone in need now with minimal effort, why wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hence I&amp;nbsp;really like this verse as I really like helping people in small things. Advice on cars, clothes, polishing or restoring something small, cooking even maybe? Have yet to try that :D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;4. Proverbs 6:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then do this my son, to free yourself, since you have fallen into your neighbour's hands: Go and humble yourself; press your plea with your neighbour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically its just a verse saying, if you've done wrong, apologize! Its simple, and it shows that you admit your mistake. I screwed up pretty bad last year, so again this verse applies to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;5. Proverbs 11:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A gossip betrays a confidence, but a trustworthy man keeps a secret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me. Again another verse that shows my stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;6. Proverbs 11:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Whoever trusts in his riches will fall, but the righteous will thrive like a green leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its about learning to trust God, but really la. Trusting in money nowadays is... shaky. Its not stupid dont get me wrong, but how long more will the world's economy stay the same? I'll rely on it, not pull all my trust, hopes &amp;amp; dreams into it. If I lost my money i'd lose my 'life'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;7. Proverbs 12:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge, but he who hates correction is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a complicated way of saying, those that are humble enough to change for the better will benefit more from being humble, unlike those who are proud thinking their own ways are correct, are stupid. Why? Simple really. Were human, if you think your own thoughts are right, why do you think there are rules, laws, and such? Ponder on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;8. Proverbs 14:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Stay away from a foolish man, for you will not find knowledge on his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from fools, what can you gain out of them? The definition of fools are ALL over Proverbs, if you're curious but dont own a bible I think there are online bibles where you can just read it for fun :B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;9. Proverbs 16:4-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The Lord works out everything for his own ends- even the wicked for a day of disaster. The Lords detests all the proud of heart. Be sure of this: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will not go unpunished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This verse scares me, it shows that God actually CAUSES misfortune to people that are wicked and proud. Wicked I can understand, but pride? I guess its something to do about people who are too proud to admit their mistakes, a.k.a one of the descriptions of fools in the bible... need to get into this moarrrrr. It also makes me happy, knowing that at least bad people will get punished one way or another and I dont have to even bother :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;10. Proverbs 16:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When a man's ways are pleasing to the Lord, he makes even his enemies live at peace with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protection. Thats what this verse oozes, God will take care of you if you're good in his eyes I guess? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;11. Proverbs 16:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Understanding is a fountain of life to those who have it, but folly brings punishment to fools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folly: Its meaning is acts of stupidity. For people who play all night, sleep all day,&amp;nbsp;have that " Dont care la" attitude&amp;nbsp;about anything, you've been warned. It will have an effect on your life one way or another. I have the fear that i'm going to screw up again so I dont want to do acts of&amp;nbsp; 'folly' anymore.&amp;nbsp;Or as little as possible, life is all about balance yeshhh? :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;12. Proverbs 17:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He who mocks the poor shows contempt for their Maker; whoever gloats over disaster will not go unpunished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im guessing this verse is the fact that God doesnt like people who have no pity to people, if you've been blessed, bless people! Dont be cocky and think your riches can never be taken away :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;13. Proverbs 17:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;He who covers over an offense promotes love, but whoever repeats the matter separates close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all should be forgiving, cause it gives everything a second chance. Fools however, repeat the problem and seperate friendship. Simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;14. Proverbs 19:29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Penalties are prepared for mockers, and beatings for the backs of fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, assurance for the people who have been put down. There will be some sort of punishment waiting for you, trust me. I got mine :). Those that look down on me &amp;amp; made fun of me, or even you who ever is reading this, they will get their own problems someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;15. Proverbs 20:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A gossip betrays a confidence; so avoid a man who talks too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly&amp;nbsp;to say, i've fallen into this category before and i'm paying the price now everyday of my holidays, but its okay. It goes both ways :B. People who gossip,&amp;nbsp;nobody trusts them and nobody likes people who cant be trusted. So... hoho.&amp;nbsp;Gonna be much quieter this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need moar wisdom from&amp;nbsp;God needless to say, i'm only human. Read &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the bible! &lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough bible-y stuff! Moarrrrrrzzz on muhself yo! I've bought jogging pants! Hopefully I can lose a tad more weight before&amp;nbsp;college so I can get my&amp;nbsp;swag on ;).&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I need a jogging/more to walking buddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;hopefully I can think of someone :O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year was preeeetty awesome for me! Finally met up with my cousins in&amp;nbsp;Singapore,&amp;nbsp;grandparents, and other relatives.&amp;nbsp;Difference this year was that I actually flew down with the family instead of driving down, and oh God&amp;nbsp;plane flights the only thing I love is the takeoff. Why? It's&amp;nbsp;feels like a giant turbo kicking in HAHAHA :p. Anyways its good to reunite with my cousin, miss chatting with her.&amp;nbsp;Didnt have much energy that day, so I was actually nodding off in Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh my&amp;nbsp;gawd the vans they have there are so nice &amp;lt;3. Vans california reissue&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt; oil green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; canvas (what a name), I really wanted that but my mum said:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;" You've already got 5 pairs of shoes, why you need more?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sien. No reason. I&amp;nbsp;just shut up and left the shoez :'(. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; the most annoying thing about visiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. "Ian you so&amp;nbsp;handsome and tall now, you dating ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No aunty, not&amp;nbsp;dating anyone yet la heh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont hate answering that, but really... is quite frustrating sometimes to elaborate why im not dating even though I look absoloutely fab to the auntiez. I really havent fallen in 'love' with anyone since the starting of my second form 4, and really besides her I cant find anyone else that give's me that warm fuzzy feeling of being stupidly in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDK why. It's just weird -__- , and after last year i've become even more emotionally dead. Walking in malls looking at random girls I just get bored. so. so. bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think really the only way i'm going to ever start dating is if I ever cross paths with a girl that has the traits of a God loving mother, can make me laugh, and actually pursues me as much as i'd love to pursue her back... physically I dont have any criteria's whatsoever, as long as she's decent height and doesnt look like a truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why haven't I bothered with dating aunty? Mmm. There you go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If I have to do majoritiy of the chasing, i'll only chase that special someone when I have a job and I intend to marry my last girlfriend :). Third time's the charm? Maybe. Lets see how 2012 goes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh and i'm FINALLY going for my first trackday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Going with the lovely people from &lt;a href="http://www.4g1series.tk/" target="_blank"&gt;4G1series&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;peeps yo :). They're a bunch of 4G1-engined enthusiasts who know their way around a proton like a... mmm. brain surgeon knows his way around a brain :D. Friendly enough to invite me for trackday &amp;amp; even lend me a helmet, how can I say no? Feel free to sign up to their forum! Im sure they'll love the extra members :D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God its 6AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err. Yes so thats an update on how i've been! See y'all around :3.&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/335124027671236257-2333209864602372073?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/2333209864602372073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=2333209864602372073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2333209864602372073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2333209864602372073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2012/02/ohai.html' title='Ohai!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PmxOcS5dU-Y/TzA9Pm5Bd7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/MUWh7r6OWb8/s72-c/tumblr_llq6fz797J1qemhs1o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-1559378823266570351</id><published>2011-12-08T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:31:32.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaleidoscope Ais</title><content type='html'>If you know this song well enough, by Panic! At The Disco, I think the lyrics are really meaningful. Have a&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtGSFuGxc_A" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gais? :B For the girl whos heart I never won over :). I think, who knows, even you! My awesome reader may relate to this :p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-1559378823266570351?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/1559378823266570351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=1559378823266570351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1559378823266570351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1559378823266570351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/12/kaleidoscope-ais.html' title='Kaleidoscope Ais'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-1135769666568078946</id><published>2011-12-08T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:23:25.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And All That Glitters Isn't Gold</title><content type='html'>Ah metaphors. Gold is shiny. Valuable. Precious. Im comparing this post with gold because... SPM is over. Big whoop :(. Ironically everyone should be overjoyed, y'know freedom, no more BM, no more Sejarah, Add math, the list goes on why we should be rejoicing and all, though oddly I dont have that sense of happiness. A few reasons why too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off would be the responsibility i've gained. Magically, 8 days after SPM my mums already nagging me to find a college. WELL of course I will, but it's coming up much faster than I expected, I dont feel relaxed after SPM worrying about that. Then too on the matter of money, I cant be going out everyday cause that uses gas which is money, which comes from my dad. Basically i'm just an 18 year old leech now HAHA. Omnomnomnom munny :3. It's so fast time flies... my last post was 2 weeks ago. Looking back it flew by like nothing. Studying, sitting for the real thing, and running out of art once im done... officially now i've shed that kid part of my life, high school with a g-shock having pocket money to blow, eating canteen food, going for awesome tuitions, i'll never get to repeat that ever in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... a few more things im gonna miss about high school would be the people. True, I was with juniors but I think junors can teach me a lesson as good as a senior, maybe even more. I spend m time 90% worrying, they managed to balance that out to about 60%? I've learnt from them I shouldnt care so much about peoples perception of me, cut my hair a weirdly. It'll grow back, at least you know what you're not missng the next time someone gets the same haircut as you cause you've been there done that right? I dont want to live my life in fear all the time, and certainly im out of that phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten so much memories back in highschool for the 2nd time around. Sitting for exams with new friends. Not a lot of people get that chance in life, im GLAD I resat through my highschool! Though, my heart is still somewhere in there. I had this crush called uhm... E :D. Kays. Really the whole world knows about it, but for the sake of privacy no names mentioned. If you're actually reading my blog, hi :). (May I hug you at prom? Haha :p) Its odd. I never really believed that I could fall in 'love' with someone in high school, especially when i'm 17. For those 2 years that i've been in high school, and out, I really really miss crushing on her. I think its still my biggest crush to date... I've always wanted a girlfriend who I can cook with, watch endless disney movies, read the bible, learn about God more, maybe even have dinner with her parents :/. Someone who can bring me down to earth and well, yeah. On paper she was perfect to me. I dont think I really can disagree up till now with her choices, descions, likings, its really 100% for me. BUUUUUUT, see, were really different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dad's a doctor, last I remember. Shes very much more educated then I am. Science stream, rich buddies,&amp;nbsp; all of them are sheltered and have very very lovely prestigious lifestyles which really im jealous of. Always wanted to have a life where I wake up, wear a polo tee, chino shorts &amp;amp; blue-grey vans, use my own car and do whatever they do. Well its all very idealistic, but I really wish I had more CLASS. Anyways, I guess&amp;nbsp;why we never worked out is because im at opposite ends of the spectrum as her. I have a shaved head (now) with hair on top, looking like a chubby jay park. I'll never be slim, boyish, adorable cause im 5'11. Love loud old cars, she prolly loves being fetched in a BM or Merc. I hang around in mamaks, skate parks, she goes to BK class which i've always wanted to go with, but I never do cause I always feel so left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on paper she was everything I ever wanted, but its like buying a car again. If you dont have the means nessecary, and it just doesnt FEEL good it wont work. Everytime I talk to her, I get intimidated. You know the symptoms, stammering, blushing, being uber quiet and spazzing. That was at the start of the year, and its stil the same now... odd huh, what someone can do to you permanantely? I've gotten over her but 2 songs really remind me of her. Like a G6 by far east movement &amp;amp; dev , and legs by Jer Coons? Yeah. IT WAS EFFING WEIRD when both those 2 songs came on shuffle the other night while I was driving home from supper, instantly I started spazzing as if she was watching me, creeeeeepy. Went home, hit the sack and I dreamt about her. After prom i'll prolly never see her again :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weird huh. I cant believe I actually still think about all these from time to time... at least im following her on tumblr whoohoo! :D One of my favorites to reblog from considering what I like, she likes. And its all there for meeeeee (and everyone else that follows her). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ah. My car. Broken fiberglass bucket seat, a jammed rear right door, chipped paint &amp;amp; wheels, loud exhaust and an engine bay so filthy it looks like a 16 year old car. Which it is by the way. I LOVE EVERYTHING BOUT IT, 'cept the fact its not flashy as a sports car, or new... nyways I plan to make it faster, though now its pretty much pushing the limits of the clutch and brakes. REALLY need to consider getting R32 Skyline brakes for it soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays then theres December's events. Camp. Education fair. Proms to perform at. Prom to attend, for my last time ever. The penang road trip that were going for. Christmas BBQ. New Years Eve. Work. I've got a shizzload on my brain and thats just the major stuffs :B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor would be, getting my IC fixed, the chip stopped working so I need to get that done ASAP. Vacumn my car, go jogging, polish my car, learn cooking (ALONE), be more nice to people, learn to be optimistic, pay back my dad. Church. I really miss church. God. I need more of his guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially a grown-up with small problems leaking into my life, and I have to make desicions which would make me or break me. Money. God. A lovely girlfriend. Education. Haha I might as well think of my wife to be huh? :p Anyways not to burst anyones bubble but really, post SPM life if you're responsible and not a life-time waster, its not fun cause theres no excuse for you to be a kid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAND if you lose your heart in high school, you'll get it back. Just not completely cause part of it is just left there which is no joke :|. I dreamt I danced with E in prom with Panic! At the disco's bittersweet playing, which really when I woke up I teared a little. My favorite song with someone i'll never see again. Boo :(. Reality sucks. Can I be Peter Pan &amp;amp; stay in neverland?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off for now, gotta hit the sack. Its the 9th of December, at 6.20am. I smell like a hint of tobacco &amp;amp; a baby. The whiff of cigs are from friends, and my bath shower cream which is full of 100% swag (Johnsons Baby Milk BUFF :B) is thankfully making it sweet to smell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;My only wish would be that &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;reads this before 2011 is over. At least if i'll never get to express myself, my blog will :3. I'm going to miss 2011, really really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-1135769666568078946?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/1135769666568078946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=1135769666568078946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1135769666568078946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1135769666568078946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-all-that-glitters-isnt-gold.html' title='And All That Glitters Isn&apos;t Gold'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-2264083054593385412</id><published>2011-11-22T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T02:47:48.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRlACDwj8jQ/TstxarTtX0I/AAAAAAAAAw4/OKZzJRPd36c/s1600/bride+seat+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRlACDwj8jQ/TstxarTtX0I/AAAAAAAAAw4/OKZzJRPd36c/s320/bride+seat+2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah yes. SPM's almost over, my room is in a mess, and i've gotten more junk to fill it up with. Specifically this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;BRIDE Zeta II seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which is just taking up space upstairs, and a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Nissan GTR Transmission Oil Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which is my new trash can hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much new updates for this month. SPM has been taking up 90% of my time. Spending most of my time worrying on how hard the exam is going to be, at least I can worry because i'm done with 50% of the exams. Science is in 2 days, and Arts &amp;amp; Perdagangan in 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though emotionally i've been pretty down. I just realized how i'm so afraid to ask for anything from my parents compared to last time. Even shoes I have doubts in asking them for another pair cause I already have 2, which would be red and black sneakers which I wear everywhere all the time. Then I also have slip on Vans which really, I cant remember how old they are. I need to wash them though :O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I asked whether I could get this limited edition G-Shock I got scolding... gah. I know I have a lot of watches, but none of them were really chosen by me, except my green G-shock which I really really like :(.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; I feel like I have no more opinions living at home, whatever is given i'll just take it and have to make do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my shoes are awesome! Just wish I had shoes that look more mature than sneakers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay nevermind that. Mmm let see. Updates on the wagon? None. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;have a vanilla&amp;nbsp;scented air freshner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if that counts, and my right door is permanantely jammed shut. I really dont understand how a door jams... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to start working after SPM. Even seat rails and upholstery i'm afraid to ask my parents for more budget, and best of all my seats err, frame, literally broke. Again another mystery there, so i've got to get it patched and painted. Any suggestions to what I should paint it to? Im thinking of solid gloss&amp;nbsp;grey again.﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting super lazy to mod the Nissan, Truth be told. Having a rare car with majority of shops that dont fix it, I get quite tired scouting for places and working to get it all repaired. Even now brakes, to upgrade them, I have a big headache on what would fit, and where I would even get the money to fix them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some days I just feel like selling the wagon to get something more modable like a satria and just be done with it. Having my broken audio system in the car is also killing me. I tell you if my suspension blows, like literally starts leaking i'll prolly dump the car at home. At least I can still outcorner 99% of family cars on the road, that keeps me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyawys lesson learned, money is super important and thats why I will work hard to get money next time. I hate having no money. Hmm christmas is around the corner, and so are proms, camps, the penang roadtrip, and God knows what else is upcoming, im gonna be super busy this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats more I've got to get the camera up and running again, tidy my room, fix the fixie (pun not intended), rewire the subwoofer, and powdercoat my amplifier &amp;amp; camshaft cover. Hoooo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;see how much money I need just to have everything working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;This would be the drawback of having things 2nd hand and not doing things right the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, like spray paint on my valve cover. Biiiiiig mistake. I hope once SPM is over I can be happy again, I've been feeling down these past few weeks, all I ever do is spend money on things I dont really need to make myself happier for a short while and thats it. Things that really make me happy are missing from my life, but, I dont know what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be trying to figure that out later, for now its back to 'studying', buhbai :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-2264083054593385412?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/2264083054593385412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=2264083054593385412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2264083054593385412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2264083054593385412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-almost-december.html' title='It&apos;s Almost December!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRlACDwj8jQ/TstxarTtX0I/AAAAAAAAAw4/OKZzJRPd36c/s72-c/bride+seat+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-3664633796131415655</id><published>2011-10-28T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:10:58.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4G1Series Dinner &amp; Touge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah. Its 5.03AM, I should be sleeping but im pumped/scared. Whai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went for my first touge in &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Genting Sempah&lt;/span&gt; today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to those who dont know, google it up. All I got were accident pictures &amp;amp; dead bodies, guess i'm blessed by the grace of God to make it back in one piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. Dinner with the 4G1Series guys was good! I didnt eat much, and of course being a newbie there I barely spoke to anyone at the table but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coming down from genting, oh that was fun. Scary, but fun. HAHA everyone was so surprised what a wagon can do, actually i'm pretty surprised myself too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the its not all perfect, on the way &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;back from genting the wagon made a &lt;u&gt;'SCCCHRRRRRCH' &lt;/u&gt;sound from the gearbox and a loud &lt;u&gt;'CLANK'&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;as if something fell out from it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sien. I really really hope that its just my lingkages that are giving the problem, not my gearbox fluid... though I should change it soon. I just read online&amp;nbsp;redline oil is&amp;nbsp;NOT recommended for NON-LSD Transmissions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Habis. Thats exactly what mine is :(. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND SPM OH MY LAWD ITS SO NEAR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/335124027671236257-3664633796131415655?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/3664633796131415655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=3664633796131415655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3664633796131415655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3664633796131415655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/10/4g1series-dinner-touge.html' title='4G1Series Dinner &amp; Touge'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-5331202927827303374</id><published>2011-10-27T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T04:53:54.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Carburettors &amp; Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KevTc8AXD6Y/TqnCvR-hBYI/AAAAAAAAAvw/1Zw5eOHDGj4/s1600/DSC04115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KevTc8AXD6Y/TqnCvR-hBYI/AAAAAAAAAvw/1Zw5eOHDGj4/s320/DSC04115.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hey guys :). Gosh&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; its been awhile, like really REALLY long since i've last blogged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Been putting this topic off for quite awhile now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;i've FINALLY gotten my&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt; Weber&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; carburettor for the wagon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and few more things too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgIAxhx5734/TqnCx1_cSmI/AAAAAAAAAv4/S9kYIkQiFkM/s1600/DSC04113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgIAxhx5734/TqnCx1_cSmI/AAAAAAAAAv4/S9kYIkQiFkM/s320/DSC04113.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Externally all i've did was remove the mudflaps, welded on a cannon muffler,&amp;nbsp;gotten an AE92 replica hood scoop &amp;amp; a small &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;fatlace sticker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the front right windscreen. Lugnuts too have been swapped to a shiny (more like faded now) hue of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt; gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead of the old rainbow ones. Fact, they dont last as a daily drive. This is the last time i'll ever recommend Bl*x lugnuts to anyone, ever. Thinking of changing them back to rainbow ones, or pure plain silver long ones. HOWEVER, the highlight of this post isnt the external...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3I1RLmMqu8/TqnC0-PD_TI/AAAAAAAAAwA/otDCEW8Qnz0/s1600/DSC04116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3I1RLmMqu8/TqnC0-PD_TI/AAAAAAAAAwA/otDCEW8Qnz0/s320/DSC04116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llxmh5-sCdo/TqnC3SywHAI/AAAAAAAAAwI/stlwhp1BSOo/s1600/DSC04117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llxmh5-sCdo/TqnC3SywHAI/AAAAAAAAAwI/stlwhp1BSOo/s320/DSC04117.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvDGOj6nyNc/TqnC7mDTpwI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YfkVMLTvnko/s1600/DSC04118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvDGOj6nyNc/TqnC7mDTpwI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YfkVMLTvnko/s320/DSC04118.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess it would be this, the infamous Weber carburettor. The carburettor with a long lineage to Italian cars, is finally on my Japanese err, wagon. Heheh.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Though &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; get the 40 DCOE's that I wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I got a 40 DCNF &amp;amp; a mechanical distributor from a 130y. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lSmescQ9eo/TqnDAb1wlrI/AAAAAAAAAwY/apTyss-pJcU/s1600/DSC04119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lSmescQ9eo/TqnDAb1wlrI/AAAAAAAAAwY/apTyss-pJcU/s320/DSC04119.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyqPCBmHb7s/TqnDEKx6aHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2DnOfHxPSeg/s1600/DSC04124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyqPCBmHb7s/TqnDEKx6aHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2DnOfHxPSeg/s320/DSC04124.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty simple, I tell you now, you no worry :B. Kays err, first. My GA16DS's intake and exhaust ports are puny. They really could use porting &amp;amp; free-er flowing cams but I dont have those, the 40 DCNF is midly bigger than my OEM, however the 40 DCOE's would prolly have twice, or even thrice the flow of the DCNF. Why would I need the extra petrol without airflow?&amp;nbsp;So yeah &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;thats why I got the DCNF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mechanical distributor doesnt have a revcut, unlike my original GA16DS has some sort of funny revcut at 7000rpm. Maknanya, I can rev my car freely until the pistons make 4 nice holes on the hood :D.&lt;br /&gt;No worries though, its a lovely upgrade over the old OEM carb with the stupid electronic autochoke that ALWAYS had to malfunction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so differences. I've got more power. Much torquier from 2000rpm-4000rpm, I dont rev that much to gain speed now, I just short shift and ride the torque wave whoo! It also consumes LESS petrol. Yeah LESS petrol for MORE power. Amazing yes? The mechanical distributor I got also raises my revcut to 7000rpm + , but for now its not nessecary.&amp;nbsp;Best of all? The sound of petrol being squirted into the carb. Pshhhhh. PSHHHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZHTSPBvw8E/TqnDHEf4CvI/AAAAAAAAAwo/qlBx6V6puAQ/s1600/DSC04131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZHTSPBvw8E/TqnDHEf4CvI/AAAAAAAAAwo/qlBx6V6puAQ/s320/DSC04131.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0w1c2L7yt58/TqnDJ6V_hzI/AAAAAAAAAww/pyqT760evto/s1600/DSC04140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0w1c2L7yt58/TqnDJ6V_hzI/AAAAAAAAAww/pyqT760evto/s320/DSC04140.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I cant leave the carburettor exposed, nobody wants leaves and so going in. I ordered a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; K&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; filter&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; from ZTH, &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Kang Yoon&lt;/span&gt; to be specific, I forgot his ZTH nickname&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Pretty quick delivery time, I ordered it on monday got it on wednesday, installed it by thursday. Sadly after the filter its less responsive and much quieter :x. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Drawbacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? My car's clutch is slipping. Drove the car at 6000rpm on 3rd gear, you can see the revs climbing but my speed stays the same. Extractors are also too... small. Uncle Ramly says that I should get enlarged ones. PERSONALLY, I think they're not just small, they flow badly too. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I ever mention my headers are mixed, top half from a B14, bottom half from a N16 and are pirated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; crap ones? Gonna have to save for a properly tuned one down the road and a new clutch too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, its funny even with all of these i'm still missing one girl who is very dear to me :|. I feel like all these car mods, yamcha, its like a waste of my time sometimes. Whats the fun in blowing money all for myself, smoking my life away? Not just by shisha, tire smoke, clutch smoke whatever HAHA. I rather care for people :(... Its funny though. I had this dream where I went to her house to give her roses, just because I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I WOKE UP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only woman in my life I can actually give roses to now that deserves it &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;would be my mum&lt;/span&gt;, for always being there to support me for 18 years. Whether i've argued, cursed, fought, whatever. She still loves me :(.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its funny how all the girls i've bothered chasing after never worked out. One wasnt intrested at all, but I was in denial after her. Why? She's pretty,&amp;nbsp;I have the same intrests as her so I thought it would work, guess what? It didnt. She's still&amp;nbsp;super pretty though :D.&amp;nbsp;One I actually lost a friend going after her, and until now, I still dont know how much she liked me or whether it was just words. The fact where she speaks in like, almost riddles confuses me. Perhaps im just stupid&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; ignorant.&amp;nbsp;IF she was clearer I think I would still like her, its too bad I can never decipher her intentions or words. The presents she gave me for my birthday &amp;amp; christmas are beautiful though. Very much beautiful like her, but thankfully those are easy to understand. Though, all&amp;nbsp;I ever wanted from her was the clearnce for me to call her my girlfriend and for me to love her, didnt get that so yeh.&amp;nbsp;I stopped chasing her.&amp;nbsp;And last. That one girl that fits my criteria but just wants to be friends. Actually, COMING to think of it after summarizing everything, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I SUCK AT READING GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls i've chased&amp;nbsp;are a complicated bunch, no? Whoever i've aimed for recently after my 'mellowing down' stage has failed, and right now my self esteem &amp;amp; confidence is Z-E-R-O. Im so lazy to look at girls, or even bothered to flirt because its a waste of time. Pfft. Is it really that hard to get a Godly, funny girl that loves me and is adventurous? :O I prolly can only choose 2-3 out of 4 on my criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this would be my update for now, i'm happy, but i'm also pretty emotionally dead. Why? I've got all the physical pleasures of life, not the emotional kind. Such a pity. If this goes on&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; i'll prolly become as emotionless as a brick, can't even smile nowadays properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-5331202927827303374?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/5331202927827303374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=5331202927827303374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5331202927827303374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5331202927827303374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-carburettors-roses.html' title='Of Carburettors &amp; Roses'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KevTc8AXD6Y/TqnCvR-hBYI/AAAAAAAAAvw/1Zw5eOHDGj4/s72-c/DSC04115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-7259394653789393024</id><published>2011-09-13T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T20:26:27.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi guys! Ahhhh yes its been awhile since i've blogged, been super busy nowadays... the car, my own social life, studying for trials which have been going on and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just FYI i'm&amp;nbsp;sick at the moment hence why im so free to blog. Still though, things havent changed much with me? Im still slacking. Table is still messy, the wagon still doesnt have a hole for the intake, still runs on the standard carb, still yet to be polished by me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. I've gotta go get the wagon's wipers fixed later, my genius of a friend managed to snap the brackets holding the linkage together, sucha hassle mmhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i'll be soon having a new addition to the garage! :D A 3-speed auto satria lulz. It would be my brother's daily, still I get to share it no? :B &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for this post, i'll be doing another post shortly after this, ciao ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-7259394653789393024?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/7259394653789393024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=7259394653789393024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7259394653789393024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7259394653789393024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/09/slacking.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-4324089237228928354</id><published>2011-08-04T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:04:11.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wondering</title><content type='html'>Is there room for good guys left in this world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-4324089237228928354?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/4324089237228928354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=4324089237228928354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4324089237228928354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4324089237228928354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-wondering.html' title='Just Wondering'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-4641424191757028705</id><published>2011-08-04T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T13:59:59.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Fun.</title><content type='html'>Its not fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being barred for almost a week from driving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slacking. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being always underestimated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanting things I cant get.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Falling for girls who are either, taken, or that likes someone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not finding a place where I belong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm there's so much on my mind I really really cant sleep. That 6 would be what I can think of at the moment... Its early friday morning and im looking forward for friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im so. so. tired. I always wonder whether im going to ever find a purpose for myself, find money, find a girl who matches me, I wonder about a LOOOOOTTT of things. These things keep me from sleeping :/. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulz but I feel like im talking to myself now so i'll just end here. Nights peeps :].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-4641424191757028705?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/4641424191757028705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=4641424191757028705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4641424191757028705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4641424191757028705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-fun.html' title='Not Fun.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-7161573964130361978</id><published>2011-08-04T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T13:54:06.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAI GAAAIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O-XDInYJEVY/Tjl-r4n-Q9I/AAAAAAAAAvs/mqrImFTC1uE/s1600/DSC03915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O-XDInYJEVY/Tjl-r4n-Q9I/AAAAAAAAAvs/mqrImFTC1uE/s320/DSC03915.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha I couldnt resist putting that up, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I swear im turning into a mini Aaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Its now August, dear August. My dad's birthday is on the 8th and i've got no idea what to get...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I shall think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANYWAYS! Hey peeps :), i've been doing ntmuch lately. Slacking, to be specific. Got a new laptop, HP but I have like tooootaally no idea of the model cause its a hand-me-down from my dad ahaha. My dad tends to do that with his gadgets :B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Followed dear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;HENRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do his exhaust, hence the picture. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Titanium tipped exhaust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, looks great, goes great and its&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; REALLY REALLY QUIET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (Bet you expected me to say loud DIDNTCHAAA? :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmm so yes, updates done for now, its 4.51 am and my mom is in Singapore. Lulz I should be sleeping but I cant :/... Mind's too busy thinking on unessecary stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-7161573964130361978?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/7161573964130361978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=7161573964130361978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7161573964130361978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7161573964130361978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/08/hai-gaaais.html' title='HAI GAAAIS'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O-XDInYJEVY/Tjl-r4n-Q9I/AAAAAAAAAvs/mqrImFTC1uE/s72-c/DSC03915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-5104432228506329291</id><published>2011-07-04T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T07:03:12.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making It Stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWaypNPJZiA/TgoOHCwQuaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/l7JsVvDNkac/s1600/1rtr2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWaypNPJZiA/TgoOHCwQuaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/l7JsVvDNkac/s1600/1rtr2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnE3arMgzGs/TgoOSKLz-II/AAAAAAAAAvc/q16U7Cm2lY0/s1600/23677_10150115856820657_10150092611885657_11542026_6173496_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnE3arMgzGs/TgoOSKLz-II/AAAAAAAAAvc/q16U7Cm2lY0/s320/23677_10150115856820657_10150092611885657_11542026_6173496_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yg5QGAAjUto/TgoOXWFxFVI/AAAAAAAAAvg/vkkua8OpAB0/s1600/21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yg5QGAAjUto/TgoOXWFxFVI/AAAAAAAAAvg/vkkua8OpAB0/s320/21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mmm sticky. Like uh... sticky stuff ahaha. For this post it's going to get real nerdy for me, i'm going to be talking about suspension &amp;amp; handling! I love handling, so i'll try to point out whatever I can to whoever is trying to make their car stick, turn and grip. Or just to look good, whatever. I'm on the fence :B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my usual, we shall start with basics.&amp;nbsp;Things you need to know about how to make your car handle&amp;nbsp;are... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1. Springs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2. Shock absorbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;3. Anti-roll bars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;4. Tires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;5. Weight &amp;amp; Bracing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. Listed out, lets start explaining how it all works. ON a standard car, it has all of that, its just that they're usually designed to be soft and comfy, not much for handling. Now we'll go deeper into what each function does, pay attention yeh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Springs.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This would be the easiest to explain, see-saws are a perfect example. If a spring is soft, a light person that sits on it would make it compress. A fat guy like me, would probably make it bottom out against the floor. Same thing goes with the car, AS a car turns, there is load of the whole car's weight&amp;nbsp;on the opposite side of the turn, well guess what? Springs hold up weight of a see-saw, and do exactly the same for cars. Stiffer springs = Less roll, sorta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However a spring in a car MUST be able to absorb bumps as well as counter rolling, having it harder than a turtle's shell wont help, it would be so stiff it just skips over bumps. Like literally. Cause it doesnt compress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Shock absorbers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Like their name says, it absorbs shock. We'll use the see-saw again for an example. After it compresses, theres energy collected in the spring. The energy releases the spring, causing it to bouce up and down continously! Thats where the shock absorber ABSORBS that energy, stopping the movement. It controls wheel movement in comparision to weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest way to actually make your car handle better IMO is this + anti-roll bars. Too stiff a shock also has the same effect as springs, it will be super harsh over bumps and cause the car to be very nervous in handling, kinda like a go-kart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too soft however, it has worse consequences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh imagine this. A see-saw. Yeah. It'll be bouncy if your shocks are too soft but your springs are hard? Proof? Google up lowering springs + standard shocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Anti-roll&amp;nbsp;bars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This I think is one of the simplest parts of the suspension, it connects from the left suspension&amp;nbsp;to the right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works the same way as a metal ruler does when you bend it, it bends to a certain point then stops. The thicker the metal is, the harder it is to bend = stiffer anti-roll bars = flatter more stable cornering without affecting the ride quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Tires&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Its that black thing that hits the ground, the only thing that actually grips the road. Its one of the most important things so pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tires have 3 things you should pay overall consideration to when modding your car, the thickness of its sidewall, width of its thread, and the overall size in inches". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so first we'll start with the sidewall. The sidewall thickness should be considered when modding your car, what's the purpose of your car? The thinner the tire, the less sidewall flex it has, meaning lesser roll angle and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8UiE7yvO_M"&gt;tire-slip.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Too thin however the car wont have any feedback to actually 'tell' you when its going to lose its grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Width of tread... well wider is always better, more surface area, more grip. Too wide though it'll cause frictional drag, slows your car down, decreases fuel economy. Mmmm not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly would be the size of the wheels, I wont go deeply into weight, but common sense is not to add too big a wheel for your chassis. Just add 2" on top of your original wheel size, that should be tops if you want handling. Oh and dont forget while upsizing the wheels, downsize the thickness of the sidewall and add width to the tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: 175.70.13 upped twice would be 195.50.15 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;5. Weight &amp;amp; Bracing.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This is last from this post, and its really really simple. Lighter = faster. Its faster but not as fun, you see there is a different between being outright light and balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighthen your car by any means possible to get it faster, leave out the dual 12" subwoofers, do you really need that? Lighter seats, lighther wheels, however you wanna lighthen the car its up to you. Carbon panels? They help a lot, they sure look good too :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bracing. A car's chassis is designed like a shell made of metal, its supposed to be strong. HOWEVER, after 100,000km's I doubt its as strong as new, it probably has fatigue'd along the way, so thats where bracing comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bracing is literally, another metal brace that ties one part of the car to another. You can go to &lt;a href="http://www.ultraracing.my/"&gt;Ultra-Racing's website&lt;/a&gt; to see how it all works. Lastly would be foaming. Foaming works by injecting a polyurethane foam into the hollow points in the chassis, for ME personally, my parents did it for the whole car and the difference is night and day. The whole car feels super stable, no creaks from the chassis anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i'm getting pretty tired typing, i'll prolly go into more detailed ones next time. Cheers :D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-5104432228506329291?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/5104432228506329291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=5104432228506329291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5104432228506329291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5104432228506329291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/07/making-it-stick.html' title='Making It Stick'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWaypNPJZiA/TgoOHCwQuaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/l7JsVvDNkac/s72-c/1rtr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-1955873972006558058</id><published>2011-06-28T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T10:20:52.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tri-Y Headers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RKdqgPoTt4/TgoBkAmDmII/AAAAAAAAAvQ/FQ5K1GPkjMg/s1600/DSC00274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RKdqgPoTt4/TgoBkAmDmII/AAAAAAAAAvQ/FQ5K1GPkjMg/s320/DSC00274.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dISMzIuFZFk/TgoB1hnnsMI/AAAAAAAAAvU/nQ-G0-OQOho/s1600/hdsai94gsrty1uo5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dISMzIuFZFk/TgoB1hnnsMI/AAAAAAAAAvU/nQ-G0-OQOho/s320/hdsai94gsrty1uo5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been awhile since i've blogged about car-ish stuff, guess i've got the mood tonight lalala. Haha so tonight, were going to talk about 4-1 headers and TRI-Y headers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with the basics eh? What are headers? Simple, they're just straight pieces of metal, galvanized steel, stainless steel, or rarely titanium. &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They evacuate gasses from the car's engine smoothly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead of the standard one which really doesnt do much for performance. Anyways I wont go into why the standard one doesnt do much for performance, lets just say everything standard is compromised from the factory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Movin' on, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my Nissan has had an exhaust change some time back, a few years now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. 2 I think? Over that 2 years ﻿i've deleted 1 centre silencer out of 2, and changed my muffler to a quieter cannon, which is ironic, cause it silenced that missing silencer. LOOOL. Anyways, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;the most important upgrade was my 4-2-1 header&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;THIS IS WHERE IT GETS SORTA NERDY Y'ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the name is, its the gas from 4 cylinders, going into 4 pipes, 2 pipes, and finally into 1. I got this because I THOUGHT I had no other choice, but I actually do. Which is a 4-1. To common understanding a 4-1 gives much more power at high revs. Anyways me being me all wanting to know more, I remembered american cars using a header called Tri-Y design so I stared googling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana tau, after 1 whole night of researching... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Tri-Y is a fancier way of saying 4-2-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes im sheeeriouz. Its 100% the same -.-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph. At least all my effort wasnt wasted, did some reading &lt;a href="http://www.hondatuningmagazine.com/tech/htup_0804_honda_header_tri_y_vs_4_into_1_dyno_test/power_gains_and_dyno_numbers.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on hondatuning.com's page, where they had a dyno shootoff with a 4-2-1 header VS a 4-1 header. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read the link above for the results.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;the Tri-Y header had MORE torque from a standing start untill 7200rpm, which then only after that&amp;nbsp;the 4-1 started getting more power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My engine can only rev up 'till 7000rpm, max power coming in at 6000rpm, so you should know what style of header's im getting next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The only difference? Bigger diameter to flow more gas&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; its gonna be in stainless steel, happy meeee :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dont have money ATM so not happy me.&amp;nbsp;It costs RM600 for custom headers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;PFFFFFTTTT IAN TTLY JEERRRR. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, to whoever is reading out there, if you've got a car that cant go more that 7000rpm, dont bother with the 4-1, its a waste of money :p. Get a 4-2-1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Thanks for reading this nerdy post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-1955873972006558058?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/1955873972006558058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=1955873972006558058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1955873972006558058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1955873972006558058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/06/tri-y-headers.html' title='Tri-Y Headers'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RKdqgPoTt4/TgoBkAmDmII/AAAAAAAAAvQ/FQ5K1GPkjMg/s72-c/DSC00274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-1813985096300168399</id><published>2011-06-17T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T14:30:46.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teehee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpxL4iASIXY/Tfu9unX9_qI/AAAAAAAAAvM/iS9fweVXmkQ/s1600/cookingwitharnold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpxL4iASIXY/Tfu9unX9_qI/AAAAAAAAAvM/iS9fweVXmkQ/s320/cookingwitharnold.jpg" width="78" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been 4 and a half years of high school, what have I achieved? Ntmuch to note of. I think im notorious with the teachers in DJ for sleeping, gained a title from my classmates as 'hibernating bear', I don't know what my rep is among the form 5's either (Read, 1994 peeps a.k.a technically my juniors). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda feels weird that I had to make friends and a new social group again, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I actually LOST most of my 1993 year friends&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Either that or I just grew up, and finally chose who I wanna hang with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Im actually quite surprised that... the 94' crowd can think better and rationalize better than my old 93' gang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. I'm getting so pressuuuuuured on what i'll be doing for a job. My dad kidded around and suggested I become a lorry driver cause I love to drive, but I cant be one because i'll prolly be a road bully. Tell you that was the most un-funniest thing i've heard in awhile. Burst into tears the moment I heard that. Im stupid enough to worry I might actually become like that *sighs*, but seriously &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I cant think of what im gonna possibly work as next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;stubborn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to work under people,&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I dont keep my mouth shut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; when somethings amiss. Or when my boss is being a hypocrite. Parents say im &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;too vulgar, rude, sarcastic,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to try sales. Am I really still that bad? :( I dont think im that rude among strangers, im certainly outspoken but seriousleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I'm just feeling so useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cause I dont seem to fit in to anywhere that I wanna belong to. The only thing i've been sucessfully doing this past few years is... you've guessed it. Cars. And specifically, I dont know what else besides criticize them, mod them, and poison people how to mod them. Hopefully i'll be able to do that someday as a living. Run a lifestyle store, full of fixies, BMX's, clothes and car parts. Hahahahaha but i'm only dreaming right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;SINCE I'M DREAMING LETS CONTINUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; THE DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Describe yer' dream Iannieee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I want to be a pioneer in Malaysia to create Malaysia's first authentic 60's style cafe. Or drive-thru, takeout, diner, whats the right word for it I dont even know :O. Imagine. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Retro neon lights. Plaid shirts. Sneakers. Music. Shiny new cars (We cant recreate 60's style american cars, so sorreh) lying in a bed of neon and uh... neon. Hot hamburgers. You and your friends/girl just chilling, laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUN RIGHT?&amp;nbsp;Let's continue shall we :).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get tired from waiting outside, its starting to smell of petrol due to my car being started (seriously it smells really bad) . You go into the store, lights greet you, neon. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Turqouise&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The inviting black and white tiles shining from the light tempting you to enter and eat another fattening but oh-so-tasty burger. You walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you've got the choice of sitting on a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;red barstool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, or, a red high-back seat somewhere at the corner so you can be forever alone. You choose the seat instead of the stool. The slippery feel of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;red vinyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; greets your body as you slide into the seat. You place your elbows on the polished metal table. There are menus waiting for you, and a silver napkin holder, or chrome. WHICHEVER IS MOAR RETRO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you pick up the menu and start looking around, unfortunately, my mind isnt that vivid or awesome to decide whats there in the menu, so you just choose a double cheeseburger and a choco shake mmkay? The waitress greets you, her name is... gahwhocares. Gahwhocares is wearing what you see in american movies, an apron and a whatever-diner-waitresses-wear. So she takes your order with a pencil and paper, then walks off to bring your food. While you wait for your food to come, music is played through speakers in the cafe while you eat, peacefull isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Imagine that a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;reality&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Malaysia, with giant glass windows to see your car outside as you eat in peace. Lovely innit? Or waking up early on a Sunday morning to eat breakfast as the sun shines in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;GOSH I SO WANT THIS AS &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; REALITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Oh and the cherry on top of it all, she would be mine, running the cafe with meeee :D. HAHA, awesome imagination I have noooo? :p﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-1813985096300168399?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/1813985096300168399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=1813985096300168399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1813985096300168399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1813985096300168399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/06/teehee.html' title='Teehee'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpxL4iASIXY/Tfu9unX9_qI/AAAAAAAAAvM/iS9fweVXmkQ/s72-c/cookingwitharnold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-6395500769057221033</id><published>2011-06-17T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T13:43:56.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rJ4YVayS3g/Tfu8PbZ8sOI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Isjk-dsuwQw/s1600/DSC05255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rJ4YVayS3g/Tfu8PbZ8sOI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Isjk-dsuwQw/s320/DSC05255.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can actually remember when I put those stickers up in my car. It was like... billions of years ago. Just reminiscing haha, dont mind meh :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-6395500769057221033?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/6395500769057221033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=6395500769057221033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6395500769057221033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6395500769057221033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/06/wow.html' title='WOW.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rJ4YVayS3g/Tfu8PbZ8sOI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Isjk-dsuwQw/s72-c/DSC05255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-2744096110137540832</id><published>2011-06-16T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T12:07:03.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I'm Back.</title><content type='html'>And the hols are over, hurr durrrrr. I cant belive 2 weeks went by that fast! Sabah, VBS, hanging out, it all ate my days away... and now its back to school with midterms results :B. What joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Sarcasm aside I enjoyed my hols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, 'twas quite boring at first, but it got awesome towards the end. Man. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;can't wait till SPM finishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;, im officially free -___-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;So Sabah, I had seafood, which was EXPENSIVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I'll never order lobster again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; D; , I drove an auto saga BLM the whole time there, with bald tires and a so-so standard audio system and only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;hitz.FM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; on. Yeah the rest were muhlay chanels, dont blame me ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I kinda miss the simplicity of living there already, the town is SO SMALL. The airport is literally, 10 minutes away with average driving and 6 min's with my sorta driving. Mount KKB (har-de-har-har 8D) is 2 hours drive, and the air there is sooooo cooling. Even the TOWN's air is cleaner than PJ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Mmm but the vehicles there are like 50% 4WD's and 50% cars, really a lot of rare/old cars and 4WD's still running around too, whats Sabah, a timewarp? Awesome timewarp though :))). Sadly I didnt manage to go to the beach, the weather was rainy-painy so I kinda just went around shopping + eating LAWL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Oh I got awesome ray-bans. HEEHEEHEE. 1 point up for coolness for myself, and its original too. I'm so proud of my aviators, now I can look like a pilot or... my dad :p. Gold rimmed with green lens, what.a.classic. Now i've gotta get red wayfarers to complete my collection :].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;besides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; SABAH, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; happened too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Hmm 2 full&amp;nbsp;days with kids, what fuuuun. I&amp;nbsp;was grumpy the first day but&amp;nbsp;i'm glad how things turned out. I'm so glad that Decky &amp;amp; Aly were there, Aly being unofficial and joining&amp;nbsp;cuz I asked her to HAHAHA. I wish I could permanantely hire both of them to be photographers for VBS. My pics&amp;nbsp;really really sucked, no joke. Moderate lighting +&amp;nbsp;kids running around + lack of a proper flash = tons of blur pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Due to that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;next on my wishlist would be a flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;. I gotta talk to Decky &amp;amp; Aly on this :O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;ANYWAYS. The trip to the science center with the kids were fun :p. Some kid said I have different girlfriends every year at the VBS. My my, i'm a player and somebody noticed? How kiut :'). Ahaha but he's 11, what does he know? They're my churchmates who I grew up with, not candidates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;The kids were scared by the scary/retarded dinosaurs, fascinated by the&amp;nbsp;sciency (?) stuff, and uhm, hyper. REALLY HYPER. HAHAHAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;too bad for all&amp;nbsp;of you who weren't photographers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; ;p. That includes Aly, who forgot to bring her camera. Oh Decky forgot his&amp;nbsp;flash too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Ah and i've gotten back to reality, exam results were... realistic? Bottom of the class, no surprise there heh. Time to start studying if not im gonna drown before SPM :(. Downloaded NFS world to play with Aaron, Isaac and Cal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;HUGE HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; dissapointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;. Paying with real money to lower the car? Im a student kay, no muhnee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; geek in the pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; now by Mraz, time passes by fast. I just realised how OLD this song is... and how old i'm getting lulz. I'd better start planning what I wanna do with my life, I cant stay 17 forever :(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-2744096110137540832?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/2744096110137540832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=2744096110137540832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2744096110137540832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2744096110137540832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-im-back.html' title='So, I&apos;m Back.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-4604358844786862542</id><published>2011-06-02T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:14:35.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Simple.</title><content type='html'>Dont like my blog? Dont read it, dont like what I say, dont read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i'm aiming this at whoever, my parents, relatives, friends. I made this so I can talk to myself, dont like it? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;DONT READ IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-4604358844786862542?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/4604358844786862542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=4604358844786862542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4604358844786862542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4604358844786862542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-simple.html' title='Its Simple.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-3661940954798070292</id><published>2011-06-01T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T10:16:45.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>Guess who sms'd me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NO NOT HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She never does. It's been someone I have not been in contact from since last year, since Cal broke up with her. Yuppp. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cal's ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawl due to privacy issues I won't mention her name, but I think whoever knows me &amp;amp; Cal knows her. Indirectly. HEHHH. Anyways 30 second recap! She deleted all of us from her life after the breakup, even after all I did for her, so since then lets just say I never had much motive talking to her.a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So surprise surprise. She's worshiping(phing?) for VBS this weekend and oh-boyeee. Im the photographer for the event, akwarrrrd. This evening was supposed to be the practice session for them so of COURSE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;the situation was akwarder than a teacher-student danceoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to cut the story short, after everything when I got home I got a text from her, saying how she's sorry and stuff for ignoring me, or mmm isolating herself. Okay, sincerely after reading that I feel like an ass lah. It's kinda unfair how i've been effing nasty to her cause of her deleting me from her life, it made me HORRIBLE just as well. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;As Christians&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;were supposed to love&amp;nbsp;one another&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and here I am hating someone I used to be so close to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should try to make her happy again and not be an ass, at least shes humble enough to say sorry haha :D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of happy hmm. I still wonder on how I can affect someones relationship... it's odd lah Cal's ex used to have a tiny crush on me while they were dating haha. HARHARRRR. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I FEEL 'TARDED AGAIN. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not faaaairrrrrr lah, why when im nice to people I dont intend to get they get attracted, but it doesnt work vice versa? If im gonna have to be nice to someone who has liked me before i'll have to be more cautious this time around *sighs*. I just wanna make her happy again so she can move on, holding stuff in is not gooood. Its a no-no D; . I think it affects us all physically as well as emotionally, #justsayin y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Well i'll always try to make anyone happy, its the least I could do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna try to get anyone for now lah, i've run out of reasons to chase that &lt;u&gt;fantasy&lt;/u&gt; of mineee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I wish I could get someone to cheer &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; up, come to realise I haven't been genuinely happy since forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the flatlining status in whatsapp. I could say that describes how I feel now, I cant feel anything. Sadness, happiness, hope, nothing.&amp;nbsp;I just feel.dead. Whatever I love to do, or whoever, I cant get. Drums I cant have a drumset, car I cant go crazy with it, girl... hmm. I'm not gonna force her, if shes happy with another guy im happy, well somewhat,&amp;nbsp;but you get where im going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really got what I need at all. I've gotten things i've wanted, but not needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOO. Surprise surprise, it's life, I guess i'll have to earn&amp;nbsp;what I want&amp;nbsp;someday. Thank GOD I don't have to earn my salvation through good deeds, the only thing in life that I want I get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-3661940954798070292?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/3661940954798070292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=3661940954798070292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3661940954798070292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3661940954798070292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/06/surprise-surprise.html' title='SURPRISE SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-2346250536995183295</id><published>2011-05-31T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:32:39.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Not Fair...</title><content type='html'>How you can keep me wrapped around your little finger, by doing absolutely nothing. Mmhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame you though, whats there to blame? :B Anyways guhhhh i've got so much to do to my car + studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets list out whats lacking on my car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carbs. I need more power, my car is effing slow. 'Nuff said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anti-Roll bars. I just love to corner hard, you jelly?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Louder &amp;amp; smoother exhaust. Mine now's just... farty and pretty quiet. I'd like more noise :|.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bucket seat: For cornering hard! Of course :).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Le' license plate: Mine's being held on by zipties cause it broke off -_-".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think thats all for now, i'd be pretty happy to get all of the above soon haha :D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-2346250536995183295?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/2346250536995183295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=2346250536995183295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2346250536995183295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2346250536995183295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-not-fair.html' title='Its Not Fair...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-1613024580798663585</id><published>2011-05-31T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T13:40:52.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So What's Next?</title><content type='html'>Its the first of June and uhm... im at Calvin's house bumming overnight. I think I ate too much, had 1 can of shandy too much and im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wonder'd how if life was like glee? They can have fun &amp;amp; romance in the most inappropriate moments, i'm jelly (read: jealous). I think im jealous of a lot of things oddly. Richer people, funnier people, awesome-er people, and the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm i've been wondering also what kinda girls fit with whoooo. Likeeee among the people I hang with, so far OFFICIALLY Cal is my only bud who's taken. His girl is well, pretty much like him. Easy going, photogenic, nice, relaxed, open-minded and not quick to judge. She reminds me so much of Cal sometimes ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what im thinking. If she reflects his personality, how would my girlfriend be wei? Or Chung's, Daniel's (Loh), or even JX?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA mine would have to be sarcastic, have reserved humor and easy going. I think nowadays im not as funny as I used to be :o. I think I WANNA TAKE UP PSYCHOLOGY after SPM :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-1613024580798663585?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/1613024580798663585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=1613024580798663585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1613024580798663585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1613024580798663585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-whats-next.html' title='So What&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-6016457826928615649</id><published>2011-05-29T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T12:44:12.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God...</title><content type='html'>... you know what? I think it would be awesome if you answered this last request with a no, I can finally be at peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-6016457826928615649?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/6016457826928615649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=6016457826928615649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6016457826928615649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6016457826928615649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/05/god.html' title='God...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-772032229451922397</id><published>2011-05-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T11:32:16.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Being Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uj0hap-oQs0/TeKNI__7PpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/AR9dnWjAeMw/s1600/13637_206653456158_546286158_4079142_2762267_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uj0hap-oQs0/TeKNI__7PpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/AR9dnWjAeMw/s320/13637_206653456158_546286158_4079142_2762267_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you change something that defines you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is kinda link'd up from the post below, I got a smack of reality in my face just now on my cursing. I used to curse like in EVERY sentence and thing I typed. Its been many many moons now that i've actually stopped that but it still lingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cursing lingers when:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Im mad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Im crazy happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Im panicking, nervous, not thinking straight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Combination of above. LUL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhm uhhh. Odd lah. I blew up online yesterday, and yeaaaah *rolls eyes* guess who saw it? The whole world. Yay meeee. Hilang muka again. I miss those days where I could just be rude to the whole world and make them laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a process of growing up though. Thinking about it right, i'm so full of hidden flaws only to be revealed when im angry, i'm amazed I still have friends. And I really lost my touch in making people LAUGH for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its cause I hang with stupid people most of the time. Only my church friends and close friends get my jokes, we all joke teh same HAHA. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... as a summary, I love being me. If im not accepted for my flaws, and am going to be discriminated by a CERTAIN group of people I dont wanna belong there, ever. Im tired, off to bed, g'night :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-772032229451922397?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/772032229451922397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=772032229451922397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/772032229451922397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/772032229451922397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-being-me.html' title='Me Being Me!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uj0hap-oQs0/TeKNI__7PpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/AR9dnWjAeMw/s72-c/13637_206653456158_546286158_4079142_2762267_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-5408438555209169970</id><published>2011-05-29T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T11:11:13.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit Counter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GieG452B-Uw/Td57Kj2lYII/AAAAAAAAAvA/6i-RTW7BAuM/s1600/1148_1253230725640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GieG452B-Uw/Td57Kj2lYII/AAAAAAAAAvA/6i-RTW7BAuM/s320/1148_1253230725640.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been jumping, from 399 to 4-- plus now even though I havent updated it. Either its mindfuck orrr MAGIC IS HAPPENING. HO SHIT NIGGUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bad thing about having a public blog, I cant monitor who the hell acceses it HAHA. Oh well. Hey there anonymous followers! :D&amp;nbsp;Hope you all LOOOOOVE the posts I have not been putting up. Anyways! It's time for an update on how I am, holidays have officially started. The first night of the hols and my my. I think it was ruined from somewhere after recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heard things I dont wanna hear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, now i'm thinking of things I dont wanna think. So now on the first night my mind is... blank. Neh i'm joking, ees full of fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;*Spoiler warning, its an emo/complaining post so if you no likey emo you can just skip this mmkay?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Hmm. I feel awful lah. On the 2nd day of the hols I ended up arguing with one of my closer friends over me jumping to conclusions again. I'm not going into detail, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;i'll just give some advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Dont talk about anything you dont want people to hear, and dont have those 'late night juicy convos' when you're half awake, seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I think I blew up at my friend was because one, I had the lack of sleep, and two I was pumped on adrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drift competition, no surprise right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm so without going into much detail, I just snapped on the spot and panicked, and WOW. I re-read the convo, my language is like a rainbow put into words. *sighs* Anyways after a long sleep, thinking, and from both my friends points of view its really my fault bottomline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im just going to wrap it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Declan Tan, i'm sorry again. I thank &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; I have friends like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who stick with me no matter how horrible I am, how flawed under the surface I am. Only real friends do that,and yes its something im gonna regret. Whats been said cannot be unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly right, after the fight when I hit the bed that night I had a horrible dream. I dreamt that I had a sms from uh... her saying she just wanted to talk. When I woke up I just had that feeling like, it's never going to become a reality, you know the feeling where you just wanna cry and go back to your dream because its just so perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. Life is lifeeeee. Shes the first girl I think in a LONG time i've actually had problems getting to even just, talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that actually brings up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;another problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; come to think of it, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;assuming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole squabble started because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; ASSUMED&lt;/span&gt;. I always &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;assume&lt;/span&gt; things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Declan says girls are straightforward, but I think quite the contrary, if they were straightforward my 2 ex's would have been easy to go after, the'd probably tell me on the spot "Oh Ian, you're so awesome, I like youuu :)" and tada were a couple. But girls are girls, pampering and understanding is needed right? :((( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF i'm wrong about this I think I should just stop going after girls and learn physcology first, re-learn everything i've learned through the years. Oh and the best part is, things that have been unsaid cannot be taken back. So adding additional info... if you never meant to tell me but keep it a secret and it came out haha. Habis. More assuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until now which is... May the 30th? I'm still assuming, guessing, hoping (or am I just in denial?).&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I FEEL RETARDED LAAAAAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. For the first time I can't understand or figure someone out even by talking to that person, and asking for advice is just confusing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT's all over the place! Seriously. Some say, why waste your time? Lotsa fish in the world Ian ;). Some say, you like/love her, just keep trying you'll get her someday. Some say i'm just being stupid cause im chasing wind. Gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that kinda explains my... lack of. uhm. desicions. YESH. And the fact &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I haven't put any effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; into being really&amp;nbsp;intresting would be one reason why I dont wanna stop just yet. People that never try, never get anything more than normal. I've been nice, I think i've always been. But yeah intresting, I have nooooo idea what intrests her :|.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However if they fail they'll fail harder. For me i've got nothing to lose, just her. Which is... everything. &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sound so lovesick, waka-waka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND Since its not a secret anymore, I gotta admit I love all the stuff she loves. Beaches, cooking, music, chilling, emoji (&lt;u&gt;but it crashed my phone, not putting it back in, so thereeeee&lt;/u&gt;), long talks OTP &amp;amp; stuff. Disney movies, I think we have even the same sense of humor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT I could be wrong again, y'know assuming and stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Mmhm. And working on a one-way relationship = fail. I think i'll just go pray and talk to God s'more. God never fails to give me an answer, but sometimes his answers are confusing as hell. And some of it well, its granted really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how I prayed on and off to get to talk to her, whatsapp's a start. HAHAHA. So yeah I guess &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;i've got a lot to thank &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I dont intend to list down all here cause its just. so. much. Even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MY INFLATABLE POOL IS AWESOME WHOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. 5 guys in a pool with drinks + music + sunny weather = Fawesome. Seeeriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I think i'll just post this up for now. Life sure is confusing innit? I hope the rest of the hols goes smoothly, I cant keep drama like this up for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-5408438555209169970?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/5408438555209169970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=5408438555209169970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5408438555209169970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5408438555209169970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/05/hit-counter.html' title='Hit Counter'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GieG452B-Uw/Td57Kj2lYII/AAAAAAAAAvA/6i-RTW7BAuM/s72-c/1148_1253230725640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-8157978321897210253</id><published>2011-05-21T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:29:08.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Schnaps.</title><content type='html'>I DIDNT KNOW MY BLOG HAD SO MANY uh, followers. Lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways uh hmm its a Sunday afternoon, i'm going off to Sepang and yeah. It should be fun :). Urr. I think I wanna hamburger for lunch yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imjustbeingrandomsorrykthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-8157978321897210253?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/8157978321897210253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=8157978321897210253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/8157978321897210253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/8157978321897210253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-schnaps.html' title='Oh Schnaps.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-4567142403695085912</id><published>2011-05-05T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T11:06:38.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-chwLcVTpDKo/TcLgLsceu7I/AAAAAAAAAu8/mA8u4KiHpFM/s1600/comichomelesslottery1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-chwLcVTpDKo/TcLgLsceu7I/AAAAAAAAAu8/mA8u4KiHpFM/s320/comichomelesslottery1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Damn cute right? HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i'll be blogging about priorities, was just thinking about it today while studying. We've got money, girls, parents, our car (for me at least HEHEHE), God, studies, socializing and the list goes on. And like any teen I think im having problems dividing it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR, if our lives would be on a scale, i'd be tipping way over into the socializing side, plus my car and friends. Im not very intrested in money,or studies, God and girls would be somewhere in the middle, unbiased and still very naive in thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to balance everything out, I think starting with studies would be great! :D Unlike God, studies can dissapear from my life, God is&amp;nbsp;always here thankfully. God being like a supernatural parent, i'd say watches over me night &amp;amp; day no matter what stupid things I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just a short post, i've gotta sleep studies tomorrow with Aaron! Its nice to see him studying once in awhile :') *sighs* were all growing up now arent we? ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-4567142403695085912?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/4567142403695085912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=4567142403695085912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4567142403695085912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4567142403695085912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/05/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-chwLcVTpDKo/TcLgLsceu7I/AAAAAAAAAu8/mA8u4KiHpFM/s72-c/comichomelesslottery1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-9107630699320098521</id><published>2011-05-05T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T10:30:35.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since thats over with&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;how about an update on&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm liking someone for almost a year plus, not good, not good at all. Well its 50/50 lah in my case :(. Im not going to say specifically who, but I think the whole school knows LOL. Okay so where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Its kinda innocent on how I started liking her. I added her knowing shes my churcmates cuzzie. I never bothered to go check on her profile etc. etc. So okay, I bought her up as a topic with my churchmate, then only I found out she was in the same school as her. I was like WHAAAAAT? No way. I've never seen her before :O...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;So okay fine, shes in our school. Cool. I asked my classmate who she was, he pointed her out during recess last year I think? First thing that came to my mind was WAO. Tall, pretty :D. But I still wasnt intrested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I think I got intrested when I asked my classmate how's she like? See right, about my classmate, he talks like nobodies buisness. He could probably sell a living person a coffin just in case, and they'd want to buy it. Turns out the girl I like according to him is, uhh... in his words Holy, very nice lah, and polite. She loves to bake and uhm nice lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;SO. Okay how many pretty girls do you know that have the qualities i've said? Oh and even better yet, my classmate just had to mention she talks a WEEEEEE bit like me, sucha onz? Really? :').&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I never talked to her face to face in school cause 1, nervous. Ironically I can chat up a lot of girls just like that, but why not her? Haha simpleeee. Try lar talking rubbish to a girl, which is one and only. If she was like every other shallow girl I couldnt care less, but I dont wanna lose her :(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;SO OKAY. MUSHY MUSHY stuff aside, I tweeted her once in awhile. Uh then there was one day, Daniel the subaru owner came to pick me up in his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;YELLOW BUGGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In front of school. Hell's yeah ;D! She walked pass but I never said hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Came back from school, I got a tweet from her saying something like uhm, too good to say hi or someeeething like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Heehee.Least to say,&amp;nbsp;I was pretty happy that day, anyways. Going after her is sorta hell for me :(. She hates texting, I like texting. I dont know if shes on MSN often, and talking to her face to face is uh, rare. Shes usually with her friends and so am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;OH I FORGOT TO MENTION, she knows I like her. Yippee .__."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Anyway's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I thank God I met her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lah nonetheless. She's kinda an influence for the better for me, i've been trying to make the best of my day, work out more, study, etc. etc. Idontknowhy seriously, but she just motivates me. To the readers that are reading, does your better half motivate you? (IF you have that better half in the first place ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*sighs* Am I weird? :( I hope not. 'Nyways, yeah for 2011, thats my major update. I've got to TRY to talk to her, cant hide all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its FUN having an emotional rollercoaster now &amp;amp; then. Buhbye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-9107630699320098521?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/9107630699320098521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=9107630699320098521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/9107630699320098521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/9107630699320098521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/05/her.html' title='Uh?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-7103099795606131549</id><published>2011-04-29T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:13:52.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About A Year Later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKXvAyjYc0Q/TbsJmIxwC7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/5Un5dz-UgOQ/s1600/DSC01730.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601081112361175986" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKXvAyjYc0Q/TbsJmIxwC7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/5Un5dz-UgOQ/s400/DSC01730.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to not remembering how to upload pics, I did everything in reverse. Uhm... so I guess that means &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;i'll blog everything in&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;reverse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;FAST FORWAAAARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the year&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; where this is the first LONG blog post i've done. Its the end of April 2011, midterms are in a week, and here I am talking about cars. SO me right? ;D 'Nyways y'all we shall talk about my friends car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eoCfZ-zobeI/TbsJlvccPoI/AAAAAAAAAus/aT6GiZiOzT0/s1600/DSC01733.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601081105560911490" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eoCfZ-zobeI/TbsJlvccPoI/AAAAAAAAAus/aT6GiZiOzT0/s400/DSC01733.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you didnt know, its a Version 1 Subaru Impreza, yes, Ver.1 the start of it all. I took some pics quite awhile back after he got a new intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vk0zXw-9lNY/TbsJlewon7I/AAAAAAAAAuk/SZW3nyfnVWA/s1600/DSC01731.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601081101082206130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vk0zXw-9lNY/TbsJlewon7I/AAAAAAAAAuk/SZW3nyfnVWA/s400/DSC01731.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See :D! Sexyness yes? A red&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; filter that really sucks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Geddit geddit?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . Mmm done by speedworks, I think if I never met dear Dan I would have never gotten much intrest in Subies. Nowadays I pay attention less to Evo's, which isnt good. I used to ADORE them :O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZCuHhIujWE/TbsJlGh7DbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/5mv013HF2-k/s1600/DSC01732.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601081094578048434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZCuHhIujWE/TbsJlGh7DbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/5mv013HF2-k/s400/DSC01732.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The filter was installed by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;Speedworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with a&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; adapter which you cant see in the pics here, but anyways i'll be popping over to their shop sooner or later, I need to redo my headers on the nissan. Im sure I can squeeze that little bit more of power out of it :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr0UyiLY0zk/TbsJkywis5I/AAAAAAAAAuU/Nw41kPo4Te0/s1600/DSC01729.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601081089270657938" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr0UyiLY0zk/TbsJkywis5I/AAAAAAAAAuU/Nw41kPo4Te0/s400/DSC01729.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I love their attention to detail, the rubberized sticker goes well with the &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;STi &lt;/span&gt;badging no? :)*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601080008775923634" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XXecmJBIc4/TbsIl5mhd7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/F5Uq6H9T-aU/s400/DSC01724.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;Ah then we've got&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wagon &amp;lt;3. One year later im running on coilovers (No pics, sorry) and a different muffler. Oh and I got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lugnuts also :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFZZ0_J01nE/TbsIll69SNI/AAAAAAAAAuE/YnXfHxdX7zs/s1600/DSC01725.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601080003492923602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFZZ0_J01nE/TbsIll69SNI/AAAAAAAAAuE/YnXfHxdX7zs/s400/DSC01725.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took these pictures after waxing the car, pretty shiny huh? I'm glad to say the car handles REALLY well for a wagon, it could do better though. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Im still looking for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;STIFFER REAR SPRINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Its like 'effing unicorn modification parts, seriously. Virtually non-existant anymore cause my car is as old as the Bible but not as popular D: , doubt its lifesaving either NYAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GB-EoWEmS8s/TbsIlLQ-qTI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fwWamsSdPQQ/s1600/DSC01726.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601079996337531186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GB-EoWEmS8s/TbsIlLQ-qTI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fwWamsSdPQQ/s400/DSC01726.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big muffler for a big car! I'm so beng (; , at least my car is quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLbZWoD2koY/TbsIk9wHJEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/TiwXfxEGsk4/s1600/DSC01727.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601079992710014018" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLbZWoD2koY/TbsIk9wHJEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/TiwXfxEGsk4/s400/DSC01727.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah then we've got the wheels, WHOEVER actually has been following my blog would be wondering "HEY, he was running black wheels right?". You'd be right, these are Calvin's wheels, I swapped them while painting his brakes :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work Meister S1's, and they're ORI as they come. Ballin' beetches, dont hate. Out of love I waxed them for him HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say thats enough about my car, it hasn't got any engine upgrades since last year. So its still as slow as ever :). Thats it for now, i'll do another post uhm... tomorrow. Stay tuned! Its juicy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-7103099795606131549?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/7103099795606131549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=7103099795606131549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7103099795606131549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7103099795606131549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/04/about-year-later.html' title='About A Year Later...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKXvAyjYc0Q/TbsJmIxwC7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/5Un5dz-UgOQ/s72-c/DSC01730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-2103003622295766562</id><published>2011-04-20T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T12:08:05.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAO</title><content type='html'>I never knew you could blog from an iPad, now I do :). Greetings from my dads iPad haha! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-2103003622295766562?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/2103003622295766562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=2103003622295766562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2103003622295766562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2103003622295766562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/04/wao.html' title='WAO'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-6363458644149526135</id><published>2011-04-17T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T07:26:59.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day</title><content type='html'>One day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i'll bring this blog back to its glory days&lt;/span&gt;, I will. I miss blogging but i've been so busy/lazy I havent been updating :|...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;turquoise&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; grey&lt;/span&gt;, I think i'll put pics up soon haha :). AND uhm, I let my piercings grow over. I dont look good with them kthxbai, thats all. NIGHTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-6363458644149526135?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/6363458644149526135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=6363458644149526135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6363458644149526135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6363458644149526135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-day.html' title='One Day'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-7252641513627210712</id><published>2011-02-18T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T05:20:58.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGvrkXE8M40/TV5xPiemz8I/AAAAAAAAAts/zy6DtMhRYzE/s1600/99652_strip_sunday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575017900498407362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGvrkXE8M40/TV5xPiemz8I/AAAAAAAAAts/zy6DtMhRYzE/s400/99652_strip_sunday.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been YEARS since i've blogged, not literally of course. Ah so where do I start :')...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Okay hurr durr. I think this year so far has been... kinda half assed. Why? I've started 10 million things but not finished them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without going into much detail, that includes my car, friends, and even the girl I like. All left hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? Well of course, its because of meeeee. I always do things half-assed such as updating my blog like so. Im doing this cause im too free at the moment nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! We'll just keep this as a word update, without any pics for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Spent it in Singaporeeee, made my cousins dulan at me cause I mixed-up my grandmothers condo number and in result, they got lost. Lulz. My grandmothers house is pretty awesome, apartment and such. HOWEVER, the lobby is effing confusing. Hence why my cousins got lost HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My Car&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Still shiny, white. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Humm... am supposed to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;lugnuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; + the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;weber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've gotten *drumroll* 2 piercings. 1 left, 1 right. Why? Will update the next time around :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Humm. I notice I tend to start fights among all my friends, but solely because I always 'get' to their sensitive side. SO does that mean im an asshole for being insensitive or they just dont like me pointing out their flaws? Whatever it is imma be quiet for the time being. Fed up of being so nice, leading, giving opinions and what sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Studies&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty much failing at the moment, took up math tuition again, and ironically IM LIKING IT :O! Really. Hope my grades get better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AH so thats my shuuuper shawt update on 2011 so far. Quite malas to do a full blown update cause my dad took my camera's memory card and emptied it. somewhere. in. my. comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i've gotta go look for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kthanksbai? :D Ciaooo.&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/335124027671236257-7252641513627210712?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/7252641513627210712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=7252641513627210712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7252641513627210712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7252641513627210712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2011/02/finally.html' title='FINALLY.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGvrkXE8M40/TV5xPiemz8I/AAAAAAAAAts/zy6DtMhRYzE/s72-c/99652_strip_sunday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-910035235691956373</id><published>2010-12-13T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:27:24.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZvyxG14CI/AAAAAAAAAtc/iZMR2BKCvyo/s1600/DSC09911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550246508746891298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZvyxG14CI/AAAAAAAAAtc/iZMR2BKCvyo/s400/DSC09911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Courage to... *I shall get to that in a moment*. It takes your breath away doesnt it? These photos, man, I wish I was in the drivers seats. The participants look like theyre having more fun than me :(... ANYWAYS! Its the 3rd week of December already, time flies so fast, soon SCHOOL WILL BE STARTING FML. I dont wanna go back :'/. SO, recap on what i've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them pics. You can haz guess where I took them. PLEASE dont say my backyard, I DONT hang around there 24/7. Anyways, I went to Sepang! 190kmh in my wagon (surprisingly) and an hours drive from PJ, we arrived in the F1 circuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZvyYUHqHI/AAAAAAAAAtU/b9c1gFQblPY/s1600/DSC09908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550246502091696242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZvyYUHqHI/AAAAAAAAAtU/b9c1gFQblPY/s400/DSC09908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ironically I went down to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;STICKERS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because im a ricer that way :), but no. No sticker peeps, no rides nothing, just race cars. OH WELLZ DEN. Time to whip out the camera. Somewhere during the whole time attack, this&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; HKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 'tezza decides to steal everyones attention from the time attack... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZvyGsTNFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/QbYEpvFhwsM/s1600/DSC09860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550246497361278034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZvyGsTNFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/QbYEpvFhwsM/s400/DSC09860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just a few shots of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WHATEVER wasnt &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;corrupted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by my beautiful 'trusty' A200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Lets just say we now have trust issues -__-". A nice FF starlet, i'd like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZvxuWwhXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/dY5lfWQoSb4/s1600/DSC09868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550246490828473714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZvxuWwhXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/dY5lfWQoSb4/s400/DSC09868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evo's from Singapore im guessing? Old VS. New, which would you pick? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZvxANNVyI/AAAAAAAAAs8/w5bQgojzrWQ/s1600/DSC09918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550246478440388386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZvxANNVyI/AAAAAAAAAs8/w5bQgojzrWQ/s400/DSC09918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lineup for the start... &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FF, FR, MR, RR, 4wd, they were &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZtl1o2BFI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vnLEh-4gQXU/s1600/DSC09913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550244087601693778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZtl1o2BFI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vnLEh-4gQXU/s400/DSC09913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah FF, my fave. I want to be the Chinaman over there on the right shutting his eyes tightly at the civic's driver. The driver must have been one ugly-fugly guy... ho-hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZtlnM03iI/AAAAAAAAAss/GGlshcqntwM/s1600/DSC09783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550244083726081570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZtlnM03iI/AAAAAAAAAss/GGlshcqntwM/s400/DSC09783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REWINDING BACK THE CLOCK MOAR AT WARP SPEEDZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZtlfSKGuI/AAAAAAAAAsk/txVJv136ogo/s1600/DSC09796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550244081600961250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZtlfSKGuI/AAAAAAAAAsk/txVJv136ogo/s400/DSC09796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laik woaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZtkx4o63I/AAAAAAAAAsc/T2k3kAvMFoA/s1600/DSC09827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550244069414333298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZtkx4o63I/AAAAAAAAAsc/T2k3kAvMFoA/s400/DSC09827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, we made it. Mmmm i'm lazy to go into detail, lets just say that Me, Calvin, Chung and Daniel went for the KLIMS show, wasted RM15, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;had the best roadtrip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my wagon in A CRAWLING JAM from KL all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out my wagons trunk can be used to: Eat in, play guitar in, make jokes in, and scream for no apparant reason in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZtklAKTRI/AAAAAAAAAsU/68PNWH79bSQ/s1600/DSC09772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550244065956220178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZtklAKTRI/AAAAAAAAAsU/68PNWH79bSQ/s400/DSC09772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad im using the holidays to the max so far, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;feels great to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALIVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You dont need tons of cash, or a girl &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*It helps though if shes as FUN as us :p*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have fun, you just need awesome friends :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I wrap up, awesome friends apologise when they're wrong, that takes courage. Yes? If you don't understand me you dont need to, if you do, YAY. Goodie for you, im going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-910035235691956373?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/910035235691956373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=910035235691956373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/910035235691956373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/910035235691956373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-takes.html' title='It Takes...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TQZvyxG14CI/AAAAAAAAAtc/iZMR2BKCvyo/s72-c/DSC09911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-3901223912441521539</id><published>2010-11-21T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T13:59:54.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laik, OMGEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems like I only do updates once a month, hmm yez. It is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;b&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, time for chirstmas, camps, SPM &amp;amp; PROM haha. Im still thinking how fast this year has passed,&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I STILL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cant belive I can officially drive myself around legally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good though with my driving,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I only crashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; ONCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And its so minor I barely count it as an accident anyways pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm... its 6am. Should go take a showarrr, no? Cant sleep. Minds too active thinking about what might be, or might not be.  Oh well, bye readers! If you all havent dissapeared &amp;amp; all :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-3901223912441521539?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/3901223912441521539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=3901223912441521539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3901223912441521539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3901223912441521539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/11/laik-omgee.html' title='Laik, OMGEE!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-1549084786497046358</id><published>2010-11-15T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:32:12.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>123th Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF5DMrD6YI/AAAAAAAAArs/NaYWpvwaTkc/s1600/83cda19d-4b64-4b31-9640-df25eef1e2a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539842112490826114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF5DMrD6YI/AAAAAAAAArs/NaYWpvwaTkc/s400/83cda19d-4b64-4b31-9640-df25eef1e2a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pfft. If I was one, i'd probably get free gas, get the girl I want, be smart and be rich HAHA. Its been &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; since i've made a post here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH wells. Update update. Lets break it down into small munchkin-sized ones yeh? Not in the mood to type as much as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My wagon has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;COILOVARRRRS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Acutally just in the front, I went to TiTan and got it to handle better (YESSSSSS!) and go lower, but its still pretty high :). The rear is running chopped springs + revalved shocks. Jeebers. It cant take loads so i'll have to send the car for tuning again .__."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Im still SINGLE! (OMG REALLY? NO WAY :O!) Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've not grown any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;smarter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; either, *sighs* I got last in class for end terms, parents arent too bothered though, and that bothers me. WHAT ARE THEY PLANNING? &gt;:( They must be hiding something from me *mumbles*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways on the more positive side, I can drive. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;LEGALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, and i've already got a minor accident. I've got to take more pics and post them up here, dontcha agree? :D In the meantime, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my blog isnt dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAR. Baii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-1549084786497046358?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/1549084786497046358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=1549084786497046358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1549084786497046358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1549084786497046358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/11/123th-post.html' title='123th Post!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF5DMrD6YI/AAAAAAAAArs/NaYWpvwaTkc/s72-c/83cda19d-4b64-4b31-9640-df25eef1e2a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-2041393816426064135</id><published>2010-09-21T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T10:08:28.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections From Raindrops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TJmpoDWHJtI/AAAAAAAAArk/09fX6bKsbsw/s1600/22cdbc76-bc21-45ae-9ea4-93dcfb1bef3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519629323877164754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TJmpoDWHJtI/AAAAAAAAArk/09fX6bKsbsw/s400/22cdbc76-bc21-45ae-9ea4-93dcfb1bef3d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noooo its not a method on how I make mirrors from raindops, pleaaase. Im just sitting in front of my laptop listening to 8 mile by Eminem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sooo fast how time again, is passing by just like that. 2010 is almost over, and I can start taking my licence for driving WOOHOO! :D Uhh this years party was moderately stressfull. The menu, the rain, the fact I left my mum to do so much work even though it was her b'day also LOL. Im so useless right? Well anyways the whole party went well, I at least got to try all the lovely food available :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ox-tail with red wine sauce, wow. Thats something I have NEVER ate prepared properly, only in tins. Lovely much? Anyways nothing much to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm oh yes, I quit my Job haha! Less than a week at iScream but at least I got RM121.20 from it... uhm I guess im too slow for scooping ice-cream according to them -_____-", so yeah I quit. Never liked working under people anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! The finals are coming up, I havent finished my p.moral homework, guess I should sleep and wrap up this post huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mum, sorry to give you so much work. Happy birthday to both of us, were fly like a G6 :D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-2041393816426064135?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/2041393816426064135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=2041393816426064135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2041393816426064135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2041393816426064135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/09/reflections-from-raindrops.html' title='Reflections From Raindrops'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TJmpoDWHJtI/AAAAAAAAArk/09fX6bKsbsw/s72-c/22cdbc76-bc21-45ae-9ea4-93dcfb1bef3d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-9098439683686863038</id><published>2010-09-17T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T03:02:40.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggin' In Perfection</title><content type='html'>Jheaaaaah boii! I'mma blogging in tuiton of all places. Its now 5.552 pm on the computer aaaand im waiting for some stupid math class in perfection. But cool thing is right, this place is like a cluuub :O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its seriously big and stuff? And they've got computers everywhere so oppurtunity haha! Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Its been a really long time since i've actually blogged on anything functional? Hmm so i'll just make it short &amp;amp; sweet since tuiton starts at 6pm. Its 5.54 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! Intresting number 1. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I got a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;JOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; of all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Yes me. The laziest (thats questionable) kid in form 4 at the moment. Took up a job at iScream at Tropicana Mall scooping well, ice-cream go figure. Everyday all I have to do is promote the ice-cream, scoop it and keep the place tidy. Pay? Thassa sekreeet. Y'all arent gonna know 8D. Its 5.55pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orait 2ndly. The wagon, YES finally an update on the car and NO I dont have pictures. I cant take &amp;amp; upload pictures in tuiton so yeaaaaah, WHOEVER is reading this you'll have to wait for the pics :). Pics of what though?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MY WAGON IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LOWERED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. YAAAAY!!! But not much, from 6 fingers its gone down to uhh... 4. Yay. The rear is 4.5 fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, 5.59pm tuiton should be starting, I better leave. KTHXBAI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-9098439683686863038?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/9098439683686863038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=9098439683686863038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/9098439683686863038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/9098439683686863038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/09/bloggin-in-perfection.html' title='Bloggin&apos; In Perfection'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-6885276721367887613</id><published>2010-08-31T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T11:35:05.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent For 53 Years</title><content type='html'>That would be Malaysia, not my Dad. Heh. ANYWAYS its 2.30am now one day after merdeka, I went out 'till 5am yesterday on merdeka day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooooo awesome. I wish I had the freedom to do that on the weekends, and the energy to go along with it. Thanks to sleeping late I woke up at 4pm today, heh :). It started when I didnt have anything to do yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the comp as usual, playing car-town (Yes, its lame but its addictive so sue me) leveling up and shizz. Chung told me that Louis was having a BBQ at his house after tuiton, but I had second thought on losing RM10 just for sausages,bread and burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo I didnt give a response. Just told Chung MAYBE im popping by and stuff, then headed to tuiton, then thats where things started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back late after tuiton cause my dad forgot to pick me up. So after that he asked me "You're not going to see any fireworks tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply was: "Got fireworks tonight meh?..." YEP. I forgot that they have fireworks on the EVE of merdeka and not merdeka night itself. OOH YEAAAAH! Excuse to go out past 12 ;). After that I asked my dad to drop me off at Louis's house, we had a small BBQ 'till 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere during that period, Jun Xing dropped by out of boredom. Naturally you all who know me well should know i've got an itchy backside, so I suggested for yamcha after the BBQ. Im glad they were in a relatively good mood. Yamcha finished, they went back at 2.15am and I went to TTDI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With who? People whom I havent hung with in ages. Daniel &amp;amp; Calvin Tan, yippy! Shisha ftw 8D. The shisha really sucked last night, it constantly reminded me of a grandfathers old merc's smell with berries galore included. Seriously, but my point was it was so AWESOME to chill out of the house at that hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was so cooling and breezy, the people were just calm and chit-chatting, and there were modifed cars all over too :). I reached back somewhere around 4.30am and fell asleep by 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PEOPLE, happy merdeka once again!!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I LOVE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;even though it has flaws everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I guess thats what makes it unique huh? :) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Appreciate your freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Malaysians, not a lot of countries are as relaxed as ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-6885276721367887613?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/6885276721367887613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=6885276721367887613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6885276721367887613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6885276721367887613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/08/independent-for-53-years.html' title='Independent For 53 Years'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-3634645216251224751</id><published>2010-08-26T02:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T02:22:59.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Know Why I Cant Study?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/THYyO3ClL6I/AAAAAAAAArU/kaYgrrrJp6w/s1600/Procrastination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509646425008713634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/THYyO3ClL6I/AAAAAAAAArU/kaYgrrrJp6w/s400/Procrastination.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna know why I cant study? The pic above says it all. Anyawys im going to study science now, at least try. Byee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-3634645216251224751?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/3634645216251224751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=3634645216251224751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3634645216251224751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3634645216251224751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/08/wanna-know-why-i-cant-study.html' title='Wanna Know Why I Cant Study?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/THYyO3ClL6I/AAAAAAAAArU/kaYgrrrJp6w/s72-c/Procrastination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-945203295706653826</id><published>2010-08-08T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:50:04.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Obsession With Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/THPJjWzgYwI/AAAAAAAAArE/__LWm2_Riqk/s1600/DSC08719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508968378458465026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/THPJjWzgYwI/AAAAAAAAArE/__LWm2_Riqk/s400/DSC08719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know they say, everybody has their obsessions. It can be small, whether a door is closed to a certain amount, or the newspaper is out of place, but im far from that. Heck, if you've seen my table in my room you'd know what I mean. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I HAVE however, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;for things being uhh, straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Or equal. Like for example my speakers in my room, if the sound isnt reaching the same tone on either side, I MUST adjust it to be perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats why im showing you a picture of my steering wheel. I'll explain below :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/THPJi_I3M8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/yXlFVqdUBKg/s1600/DSC08721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508968372105589698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/THPJi_I3M8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/yXlFVqdUBKg/s400/DSC08721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanana. So as I was saying! If you all know what I did last time to the steering, I was running a HKB bosskit. It wasnt exactly aligned properly, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my steering was about 10 degrees off while driving straight... Thats where the irritation starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It got so irritating 'till I changed the bosskit again, this time to a PROPER NRG hub with quick release. It now has the straightness but yalah .___."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradeoff is it scrapes the steering column cover and creates plastic dust and uh... its closer than the HKB one. I have a solution for this butttt we shall talk about that later! Im so happy for the new tachometer I got :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/THPJiWB6sGI/AAAAAAAAAq0/FGhseJySx_M/s1600/DSC08720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508968361070604386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/THPJiWB6sGI/AAAAAAAAAq0/FGhseJySx_M/s400/DSC08720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go! A 2" tachometer from Autogauge taiwan. Its definately not the most expensive one around, but I just LOVE the design. RM99 including the stand, I guess I cant complain much. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/THPJhwVEaqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/UIcHG3t-SzU/s1600/NARDI+RALLY+Perferated+Leather+with+Red+Stitching+Deep+Corn+350mm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508968350950386338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/THPJhwVEaqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/UIcHG3t-SzU/s400/NARDI+RALLY+Perferated+Leather+with+Red+Stitching+Deep+Corn+350mm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly... my dream steering for now, haha! Even though im somewhat happy with the nardi I have now, it could use more dish... besides the comfort, isnt this sexy? :) Oh well. Thats life, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;everything needs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;money&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/335124027671236257-945203295706653826?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/945203295706653826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=945203295706653826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/945203295706653826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/945203295706653826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-obsession-with-perfection.html' title='My Obsession With Perfection'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/THPJjWzgYwI/AAAAAAAAArE/__LWm2_Riqk/s72-c/DSC08719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-7335761976669070252</id><published>2010-08-02T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:25:40.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tonsils Hurt. Bad.</title><content type='html'>Heh no bluffing, theyre like. Hmm. Like as if someone left a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DORITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;in there and forgot to remove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and im on a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;liquid diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, cool no? Ice-cream, water, soup. I cant take much solids causeeeee its painfull. Then im also on antibiotics! Claimed to be ok in 5 days, I certainly hope it works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I take 5 days MC? Nyeknyeknyek &gt;:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-7335761976669070252?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/7335761976669070252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=7335761976669070252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7335761976669070252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7335761976669070252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-tonsils-hurt-bad.html' title='My Tonsils Hurt. Bad.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-4474671546950775288</id><published>2010-08-01T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T02:04:30.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Tires Are Important</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TFUs7V5i9LI/AAAAAAAAAqk/6WDXnDr6AD0/s1600/310720102580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500351917905343666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TFUs7V5i9LI/AAAAAAAAAqk/6WDXnDr6AD0/s400/310720102580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TFUs62EnOcI/AAAAAAAAAqc/JTf3LFGEga0/s1600/310720102579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500351909361826242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TFUs62EnOcI/AAAAAAAAAqc/JTf3LFGEga0/s400/310720102579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TFUs6kEsKEI/AAAAAAAAAqU/97L3jeTKB-c/s1600/310720102578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500351904530311234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TFUs6kEsKEI/AAAAAAAAAqU/97L3jeTKB-c/s400/310720102578.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TFUs6P_h7lI/AAAAAAAAAqM/47iaC9L3oBc/s1600/310720102576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500351899139960402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TFUs6P_h7lI/AAAAAAAAAqM/47iaC9L3oBc/s400/310720102576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TFUs5ZmqNKI/AAAAAAAAAqE/7IYQES0EAbM/s1600/310720102575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500351884540130466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TFUs5ZmqNKI/AAAAAAAAAqE/7IYQES0EAbM/s400/310720102575.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think by just letting you all see the pictures you'll get what happened. Jun Xing's car got hit by Louis... Bummer :O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! Rewind back to what happened. July 31st. We left Stephanie's party early, world stage was going on, and it was raining heavy. Well okay lah, not like end-of-the-world kind of rain, but enough to make the roads look like an obsidian mirror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Sian Hoo, Jun Xing and Louis, we 3 were convoying to lookout point! Uhm, it so happened the route there was to go through damansara heights and this is where it gets intresting ;). Sian Hoo having his flying kancil was leading fast as usual. (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;80kmh&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;wet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;road is fast. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ESPECIALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if its in a sloping area, drive safe peeps!&lt;/strong&gt;) Jun Xing was cruising around 60-80kmh, then suddenly came the peak of the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody knows that Jun Xing's car has missmatched tires. For those of you who dont, he runs &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thin tires in front from a vios (Really cheap tires)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and on the back he runs&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RM300 a-piece, made in Japan sports tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;IMBA KAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then add that + 2 people + 1 driver + rain + downhill corner + brakes = Lockup (Think of bicycle brakes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lockup = Cannot steer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot steer = Skid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND last of all, skid = Langgar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOOOO &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;theory of accidents discussed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I shall finish in detail what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Jun Xing was cruising on the right lane at damansara heights, at the peak of the long left turn, he braked to enter the corner. The ground being wet, made his wheels lockup. Wheel locked up, he skidded one lane off, hit a vios (super minor damage) and then went back to the right lane... Then thats when&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; LOUIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; HIT HIM&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;*Jeng jeng jeng!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yalah. End of story, nobody is happy this happened, but were happy it was a minor accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-4474671546950775288?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/4474671546950775288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=4474671546950775288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4474671546950775288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4474671546950775288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-tires-are-important.html' title='Why Tires Are Important'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TFUs7V5i9LI/AAAAAAAAAqk/6WDXnDr6AD0/s72-c/310720102580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-5877135214836896196</id><published>2010-07-19T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:11:40.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TERzjAkpq5I/AAAAAAAAAp8/BT1-AbaPrIY/s1600/IMG_7840_kouki_AE86_coupe_Weds_MA86_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495644490585189266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TERzjAkpq5I/AAAAAAAAAp8/BT1-AbaPrIY/s400/IMG_7840_kouki_AE86_coupe_Weds_MA86_copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TERziu6kuoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/DmlrFgwMzyw/s1600/IMG_7839_weds_ma86_kouki_AE86_coupe_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495644485845301890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TERziu6kuoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/DmlrFgwMzyw/s400/IMG_7839_weds_ma86_kouki_AE86_coupe_copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how do you define happiness? People generally have A lot of oppinions on this matter. It can be food, a nice hot steak with mash potatoes at your favourite restraunt after the rain, it could be seeing your girlfriend after a week of vacation and spending time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, it can even be much simpler things, like cycling! Though that isnt mine,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; I love driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Anyways im just doing a short post on this AE86 coupe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of seeing beng'd cars with bodykits, LED lights and GT Wings. IMO bodykits are well... kinda like having an artifical look on oneself like way too much makeup on a girl. Removing it leaves a very plain girl underneath. ANYWAYS! Im more of a person who enjoys cleanliness! Or smoothness or whatever you wanna use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example this AE, its just so clean. Im a big fan of the half flat black bumpers front and back compared to the usual JDM panda 2 tone color being so oftenly seen in initial D. Generally I always feel happy behind the wheel of a simple car, unburdened by electronic aids and stuff, like again this AE :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I so WANT this paintjob on a 323&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;has ever pulled it off before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. How do you reckon it'll look like?.... If you are modding your car, do consider not putting on a bodykit, especially if youre a local brand :). Paint + Rims can do the job well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if you have a car which is older than God himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;has less than &lt;em&gt;100hp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the crank, &lt;strong&gt;I also HIGHLY suggest, please, no bodykits&lt;/strong&gt;. Its just weird but hey its your car :x. Happy modding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-5877135214836896196?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/5877135214836896196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=5877135214836896196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5877135214836896196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5877135214836896196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TERzjAkpq5I/AAAAAAAAAp8/BT1-AbaPrIY/s72-c/IMG_7840_kouki_AE86_coupe_Weds_MA86_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-6946321520960352950</id><published>2010-07-03T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T12:07:38.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo Germany Won!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TC9_lOxnvcI/AAAAAAAAApg/piiccHTlyBY/s1600/020720102532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489746748386033090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TC9_lOxnvcI/AAAAAAAAApg/piiccHTlyBY/s400/020720102532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm yes another tak berkaitan blog post title with what im gonna blog about... If you are brain dead by any chance and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABSOLUTELY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no idea what im gonna blog on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, uhm, best you leave my blog :D. You wont understand from here onwards haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways if it hasnt been too long, &lt;strong&gt;remember I was doing a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; BMX&lt;/em&gt; project&lt;/strong&gt;? YEAAAAAH the same one. &lt;strong&gt;Its &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;STILL on its way to completion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, at least &lt;strong&gt;my  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bike is entirely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;inted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, hehe ;). Handlebars were sanded + painted yesterday by Chung, I help with the sanding! Nice tak? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TC9_kl62hhI/AAAAAAAAApY/LJuLs30PUeU/s1600/020720102533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489746737418896914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TC9_kl62hhI/AAAAAAAAApY/LJuLs30PUeU/s400/020720102533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, raw steel! I luv &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TC9_kI0gq3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/wwtfnvDsX1o/s1600/020720102534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489746729607670642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TC9_kI0gq3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/wwtfnvDsX1o/s400/020720102534.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yes, and&lt;strong&gt; our very own &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Dora-The-Explorer&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;His name is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Calvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;unfortunately, and he's no Mexican immigrant. Close enough tho, he CAN look like one with a beaner shirt and his unshaven moustache.... nvm. Not important. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;If youre wondering &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he's in the drain read on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TC9_jhQ18dI/AAAAAAAAApI/aIFaY0bnq6k/s1600/020720102535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489746718989087186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TC9_jhQ18dI/AAAAAAAAApI/aIFaY0bnq6k/s400/020720102535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. &lt;strong&gt;This stupid&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; paint-flaken knob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; made him &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;crawl 3 houses down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; just to find it&lt;/strong&gt; ahaha. It starts at Chungs house, since were sanding down his guitar for pre-paint prep (PPP LOOLZ) we took out one of the knobs to put aside, him being 'normal' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he asked me to play &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with the&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; knob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;neck of the guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was joking, but nooo.&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He was serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well ok, threw it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? He missed, oh WOWEEE :D. It rolled off the porch and NGAM into the drain. Soooo of course we tried to pull off that grille but nope, cemented solid. Ok nevermind, try the side of Chungs house. &lt;strong&gt;I was really laughing my ass off at this point cause there were &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEAMS OF WOOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blocking the entire drain off at this point&lt;/strong&gt;, he had to go 3 houses down, remove THAT persons grille + garbage bin and walk in the longkang to get the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;knob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Calvin, I miss doing dumb stuff like this, reminiscence of form 2 no? I'll be putting pics of the entire painted frame soon, watch this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/335124027671236257-6946321520960352950?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/6946321520960352950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=6946321520960352950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6946321520960352950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6946321520960352950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/07/woohoo-germany-won.html' title='Woohoo Germany Won!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TC9_lOxnvcI/AAAAAAAAApg/piiccHTlyBY/s72-c/020720102532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-5466741847006696564</id><published>2010-06-20T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T08:15:03.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rev. Ron Chong</title><content type='html'>Reverend, or Revrend Ron Chong was one of the more 'famous' preachers today to preach in CBC. As guessed I went for first service because im such a good boy! (No actually my dad went overseas so my mum was the only way to get to church but no worries, read the first, I want you to belive that :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh the cold breeze of the aircond. My nose was sniffling. At least my trusty leather Timex watch was nice and warm around my wrist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started as a normal Sunday, no actually, it didnt. The 'unplugged' team consisting of Ben Teo, Ivan, Sarah Jane, Jojo, Justin B. and Julian just playing guitars by strumming, plucking and the bongos (?) it was a refreshing worship that I havent felt in a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah belive it or not, I feel God when he's around. Cold shivers run down from my fingers to mid-body, and woweeee, was I ever cold today. AND NO it wasnt the air-con, im pretty sure cause I moved away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways then going forward, Huey Wern led uhm, very very fail kiddies in a fathers day dance with Yew San. (Not their fault, the kids just well, were kids. They just stood there like dummehs :D) And after all the failing and laughter, Rev. Ron Chong stood up for the sermon... this is where things get intresting! Somewhat at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I moved forward, sat with Wei Xian to listen to him better, my mum A.K.A the infamous Auntie Suzie always tells me his preaching is so good but I never pay attention truthfully, guess this sunday I was more alert than the usual so I was paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about spiritual fathers, being one, you have to practise quite a fair sum of uhm... uhm... whassat called... UHHH stuff. My vocabulary isnt so good at night so sollyy im dur asian (Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! What I actually remember is actually restraint and bravery. Restraint being able to hold back what you have in your own oppinion, so that others can have their own for a greater good! Or something like that at least, its really tricky and deep the way he talks. Bravery now, he didnt mean punching the schools Tai-Ko for fun just to show how 'brave' you are, but bravery is defined in whether you can or are brave enough to do simple tasks everyday that God commanded us to as spiritual fathers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do excuse me for typing this jibber-jabber, not normally do I want to type about a sermon so badly but neither do I have such bad memory! Oh Lord, why have you taken my brain cells back to heaven after the sermon? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluding, he knows a boatload about the marketshare, he's DEFINATELY no fan of babies and his bookshelf and he also reminds us, we live (physically) on 3 things . Eat, Sleep, and Poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESH 2 out of 3 just dont cut it! I missed todays sermon, it was a mundane way to end the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal life uhm... I got me 2 new shirts :)! I got a DC5 integra shirt from Extreme and a DoraBob/Spongeamoen shirt from uhh, also Extreme. Debenhams shirts cant fit me for nuts :O, their cutting is like seriously made for gorrila's or water buffaloes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and lastly, I met up with Jess :D! My Singaporean immigrant friend (Y). Nice meeting friends after so long, im off to bed now. My blog. is. dying. SLOWLEH! I've gotta blog more often...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-5466741847006696564?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/5466741847006696564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=5466741847006696564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5466741847006696564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5466741847006696564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/06/rev-ron-chong.html' title='Rev. Ron Chong'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-4964986990872251162</id><published>2010-06-14T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:58:48.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Ever Mention, Im Racist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TBab5KCjlqI/AAAAAAAAApA/vdDeO_ZNj1I/s1600/DSC06205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482741002620081826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TBab5KCjlqI/AAAAAAAAApA/vdDeO_ZNj1I/s400/DSC06205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well no, you're not looking at&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, sort of haha :D. It's 5.15am on a monday and i'm up again after VBS. I've got an aching shoulder, lack of sleep, excercise, and uhm patience at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! Uh nothing much to update about, VBS is just the usual like every year. Lots of (Smelleh) little kids that we all have to jaga. SUMMARY of it all, the whole event went well and I enjoyed myself :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my holidays have been a waste of timeeeee, havent been doing much. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Went to watch prince of persia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the church youth, and OMG man. Its such a good show :D.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Totally recomended watching it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I found out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;what my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ian"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;means on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;urbandictionary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :P. GO take a look! Try searching your name, it should have results as well hahaha :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TBaaw3GbLEI/AAAAAAAAAo4/zIQ4iEDA574/s1600/good5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482739760585452610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TBaaw3GbLEI/AAAAAAAAAo4/zIQ4iEDA574/s400/good5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TBaawn7MmlI/AAAAAAAAAow/pJS_iV_mSLU/s1600/ac6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482739756511828562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TBaawn7MmlI/AAAAAAAAAow/pJS_iV_mSLU/s400/ac6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least before I go, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im REALLY REALLY addicted to flat black bonnets + airscoops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Y). See what I mean? So gangster. HAHAHAHA, now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;all I need is a brighter color, lower stance and I think my car would look perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Y). Getting really sick of white :/...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now, my life is very very dull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-4964986990872251162?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/4964986990872251162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=4964986990872251162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4964986990872251162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4964986990872251162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/06/did-i-ever-mention-im-racist.html' title='Did I Ever Mention, Im Racist?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TBab5KCjlqI/AAAAAAAAApA/vdDeO_ZNj1I/s72-c/DSC06205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-1468705151961763836</id><published>2010-05-30T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:11:18.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been A While...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKuxF449OI/AAAAAAAAAog/3lCnjX35kK4/s1600/080520102404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477132255253558498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKuxF449OI/AAAAAAAAAog/3lCnjX35kK4/s400/080520102404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKuwikGGXI/AAAAAAAAAoY/lncjOqwaQOU/s1600/080520102409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477132245771098482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKuwikGGXI/AAAAAAAAAoY/lncjOqwaQOU/s400/080520102409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKuwBToZdI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/rSRODHJODf0/s1600/220520102422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477132236843673042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKuwBToZdI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/rSRODHJODf0/s400/220520102422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKuvxkyopI/AAAAAAAAAoI/g7azRLIReiY/s1600/220520102424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477132232620679826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKuvxkyopI/AAAAAAAAAoI/g7azRLIReiY/s400/220520102424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKtM6kb0iI/AAAAAAAAAoA/sArpakkhjWs/s1600/290520102472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477130534228054562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKtM6kb0iI/AAAAAAAAAoA/sArpakkhjWs/s400/290520102472.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKtMVmqKxI/AAAAAAAAAn4/nxiXHnqKiIU/s1600/280520102469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477130524305271570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKtMVmqKxI/AAAAAAAAAn4/nxiXHnqKiIU/s400/280520102469.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKtLx44lYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/GEH5g_hyUTQ/s1600/280520102470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477130514718037378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKtLx44lYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/GEH5g_hyUTQ/s400/280520102470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKtLbkgveI/AAAAAAAAAno/h651ZERO2kY/s1600/290520102474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477130508727008738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKtLbkgveI/AAAAAAAAAno/h651ZERO2kY/s400/290520102474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Since i've visited and blogged in this lifeless blog havent I? Haha :). Well now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its halfway during &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;midterms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, @ 2.16 AM on a monday morning before my science and pjk paper I cant sleep cause I be bored yo'. And busy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And very very guilty because I didnt study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways since i've got time might as well do a short rundown on what i've been up to this month with my super-valuable friends. I just realised that if I lost all my friends i'll be a VERY bored and lonely boy :/. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thanks God for giving me close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Y). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets go from top to bottom&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt; bike project. Its safe to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ONLY THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FRAME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is done. As you can see our very professionaly painter in the 2nd picture with his uber-gangster mask is applying the gloss clearcoat over my bike in its final stages... Now i've just got to give him the mood to finish the REST of it, right Chung? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I wanna go riding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay now you'll see the abandoned wagon.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;IT'S NOT MINE FOR GOODNESS SAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, since when have you ever seen me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about the fact my car got stolen and I decided to take back my parts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cycling with Chung (Again. We'll he is a kaki cyclist isnt he?) we both ter-spotted this abandoned wagon lying glumly there in its deathbed. SOOOOO me being a wagon-ist and my own wagon lacking some parts, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the next morning my dad loaned the car to Chung and me so we could get parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Haha! Wannabe theives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We managed to get: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plastic boot cover, Speakers (!), Speaker boards, A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spoiler, Badges, Fuel-Lid cover, and a BONNET/HOOD! What a haul eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel like going back for the fenders muahahaha. &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the random &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I &lt;3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sticker, went to a sunway shop, saw that and it looked so irresistable so yeah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's going to be pasted right above my exhaust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like a bumper sticker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NOW! My biggest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or maybe 2nd biggest since i've got to take it out again cause my mum hates it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thing this month, &lt;strong&gt;the flat black hood + bonnet pins&lt;/strong&gt;! Like I mentioned above, we took the abused and deserted bonnet from the abandoned AD, and spray'd it flat black&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(YES, spray paint but it'll get a coat of proper car paint when I can get the bonnet scoop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for now. After that we drilled to holes in it, and put bonnet pins and voila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The wagon looks like a mini-muscle car ;). I've gotta give a ton of credit and thanks to God actually, for giving me parents who let me do this to the car, and friends who help me. Then only comes my Dad, who let me take the car out from 3pm-1am I think? Wowiee. I really love my dad haha :). And last but not least, Chung, my bestest car buddy HAHAHAHAHA I felt so gay saying that for doing the work on the car for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also hope to get a&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; fiberglass hoodscoop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; as shown in the last pic and graft it onto the hood and paint it flat black properly this time, whatchu think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wraps up what i've been up to so far with VERY little detail. Nights everyone! My report card is gonna be having more G's than a... a... uhm... I dont know actually. Its just going to have a lot of G's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-1468705151961763836?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/1468705151961763836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=1468705151961763836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1468705151961763836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1468705151961763836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-while.html' title='Its Been A While...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TAKuxF449OI/AAAAAAAAAog/3lCnjX35kK4/s72-c/080520102404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-6321371826209591321</id><published>2010-05-03T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:07:00.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sneak Peek...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S98OmfTqxcI/AAAAAAAAAng/YbOpkRgwIj4/s1600/030520102397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467104527052883394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S98OmfTqxcI/AAAAAAAAAng/YbOpkRgwIj4/s400/030520102397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...At my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; BMX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Nice? And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its only done up 40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :). If you want your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or EVEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;GUITAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; painted the same way, it can be done too! Ask me for more details. And&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YES, you have to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KTHXBAI.&lt;/em&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/335124027671236257-6321371826209591321?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/6321371826209591321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=6321371826209591321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6321371826209591321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6321371826209591321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/05/sneak-peek.html' title='A Sneak Peek...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S98OmfTqxcI/AAAAAAAAAng/YbOpkRgwIj4/s72-c/030520102397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-3891434062893005237</id><published>2010-05-01T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T08:50:06.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Nessacarily A Yes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's funny how &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can use the most positive things in your life to bring you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And nuuuuuunh this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; one of my emo posts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Its one of those posts where you go " Ohhh yeah hor. Why im not so smart like Ian and I didnt think of that..." (Jokes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! If you all dont get the hint on what im talking about,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; I wanted to get a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Im not telling the name or anything)&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for an average price&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It was my dream car, but the condition was how'd you say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretty sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had rust all over the edges, the interior was missing, its TURBO was burning oil. On the positive side it at least gives a fog effect haha XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Point of this post is,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;purposely I would say gave me an oppurtunity to test me whether I can think with my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;over my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Its not easy I tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I was dead serious about buying it, I guess reality managed to win over fantasy thankfully... So that aside I dont have my own personal car, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I WILL be still rolling in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LittleWhiteWagon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my chance of impressing chicks&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'd give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; 10%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;On the other hand im saving to lower the Wagon since its as tall as yao ming but handles like the titanic. Looks as pretty as Micheal Jackson post surgery too! Hopefully the funds come in easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then also i've got my Toys 'r' us bought Lerun bike to finish up... The paint is almost all stripped, hopefully I can get all of it off by tomorrow. Gah and midterms is coming. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im so gonna fail if my mind is scattered everywhere -___-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;AND IM ADDICTED TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOUNTAIN DEW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; What the heck do they put in there? 3 days in a row and I still like it :/.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-3891434062893005237?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/3891434062893005237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=3891434062893005237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3891434062893005237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3891434062893005237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-nessacarily-yes.html' title='Not Nessacarily A Yes...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-5741553515590382468</id><published>2010-04-23T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T04:37:28.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, You Read My Blog Right?</title><content type='html'>Well I hope so, i'd like to think he does. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its like so&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;odd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after I blogged the 2 previous posts and&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;prayed hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, suddenly my mum became all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;positive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im going for a test drive (OKAY FINE, my parents, im just tagging along :/ ) tomorrow! Muahaha. Even if I cant get it, i'll still be satisfied for sometime I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Garlic Mayo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ham&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Mouth Sex, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stomach hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; If you wanna lose weight dont eat this on a daily basis...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-5741553515590382468?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/5741553515590382468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=5741553515590382468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5741553515590382468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5741553515590382468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-you-read-my-blog-right.html' title='God, You Read My Blog Right?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-709733644449691118</id><published>2010-04-21T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:21:18.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cant Sleep</title><content type='html'>YEAAAAAH, its 2.10am up here from where im blogging. Hmm, weird huh? 2am on a school day and im STILL blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep for nuts lah, this stupid CAR is running around in my head it would be so nice if it was in a scrap condition. Just thinking out loud now, IF say if, my parents were to buy this for a post-spm gift I think that would really motivate me to study. Now on the other hand, I cant even tell myself to sleep to get rest tomorrow 'cause to me, its just another boring day at school which I have NOTHING to look forward to. (Except my friends that is, if I didnt make any i'd probably be in taman sea by now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways lets move onto another topic shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikes! Unfortunately im not using my own personal laptop, so no pics of the 'progress' of the toys-r-us BMX, and YES, you read that right, it was from TOYS-R-US but its a lerun so its still considered something worth restoring haha :D. I've had it since standard 5 so it holds sentimental value...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant decide whether to get it painted pinnafore blue with white accenting (Think white handlebars, wheels, pedals, fork) or everything white pepper gray and gloss black wheels. Or then again, Camey (The girl a few posts down) suggested LIMEGREEN + Gloss black... wow. Striking much huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my mind will NEVER be at peace until that cordia is either gone, or someone hits my head very very hard and I forget it. Im borderline obsessed with it I guess, lets see how God can get me out of this situation :/...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BOYEEEEEE, AM I LAZY TO EDIT THIS POST! I think i'll just post it up :). Have fun reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-709733644449691118?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/709733644449691118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=709733644449691118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/709733644449691118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/709733644449691118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I Cant Sleep'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-5164979700688988459</id><published>2010-04-19T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:27:12.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know about you guys, but so far I think I ask a lot of stupid questions, and thats in return why I get EVEN stupider questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Always ask things I know i'll never get, but the worse part is my parents ask me stupider things from that stupid question until the point I dont even want to talk to them anymore. Both of them are so negative towards everything I do, I dont even know why I even bother telling them what I plan to do, or at least dream about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now the only use of my parents is to get me to school and college, I cant stand their negativity at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do has to be criticised, analyzed whats the WORST that could happen, then THINK about only the worst that could happen. So everything I talk to them about is pretty much going to end up with a negative answer so bad, even me, the person whos un-said hobby is arguing will stop arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the FACT my dad also had to drive such a rare cool car when I was young. Now thanks to HIM I cant stop thinking HOW I WOULD look in it, but I can NEVER get it cause its 5 million years old and both their point of views are that the car is a rolling rust heap and has probably been abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad right? The car I lust after is so damn old, rare, but its what my dad drove. I really should stop looking up to them... theyre slowly ruining my life with all their 'positiveness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God at least everyone else's parents aren't like mine, if they were there would be no such things as used car lots... BUT the SADDER part is people my age dont APPRECIATE old cars, or anything retro for that manner. All they want is the ugliest newest things out there which I all AGAIN, hate because my parents have such a simple taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im just being greedy but hey, thats what every 17 year old is huh? Looking up to their parents. I should REALLY STOP looking up to them since nothing they do I can ever feel, my whole youth i'll be running around in a wagon compared to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now im going to write about what stupid questions my parents ask me: Why im never intrested in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thats great, im supposed to enjoy slaving my ass off for things i'll never get. College will get me a job, then money, but I sincerly doubt money buys happiness, I mean CAN LAH, you get all the materialistic stuff in the world but thats the LAST thing im intrested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly my brain only works if im happy, and they just LOVEEEEEE to make me very very sad. Even my heart is pretty solid like a brick, they still can make me sleep while crying and they dont even know. I can fight verbally and not feel a thing, but looks like they know how to smash a rock heart. And they still want to ask me why I dont study haha :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate studying, and I have nothing to look forward to anyway. My car college dream is gone, now what am I supposed to do? Plus the fact they always tell me "OH what about those with no money lah, no parents etc. etc" Well if I was them I wouldnt have been exposed to this sort of rubbish right? I HATE finding things out then cant get them. Especially if theres that really slim chance of getting it... know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I cant really ask myself, do I love my parents? All seem to do to me is just pay for whatever material things or education things wise to study but they never bother about my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I love them? I'll just say dunno. I really dont anyway. All they ever do is think about studies and money related rubbish anyway, and how unsafe the world is.&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/335124027671236257-5164979700688988459?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/5164979700688988459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=5164979700688988459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5164979700688988459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5164979700688988459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/04/stupid-questions.html' title='Stupid Questions'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-6811780929313703464</id><published>2010-04-18T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T08:46:58.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Your Poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sdrPi2TZI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TmdrVOHwldw/s1600/DSC01383%2520copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461491601861135762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sdrPi2TZI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TmdrVOHwldw/s400/DSC01383%2520copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sdqy-qjJI/AAAAAAAAAmw/qVuexQRq4CU/s1600/DSC01176%2520copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461491594193177746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sdqy-qjJI/AAAAAAAAAmw/qVuexQRq4CU/s400/DSC01176%2520copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sdqqcuyTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/avyaqIVUcCs/s1600/DSC01175%2520copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461491591903365426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sdqqcuyTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/avyaqIVUcCs/s400/DSC01175%2520copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sdqWgWB0I/AAAAAAAAAmg/mH2WS7sjQ0c/s1600/DSC01174%2520copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461491586549811010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sdqWgWB0I/AAAAAAAAAmg/mH2WS7sjQ0c/s400/DSC01174%2520copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sb75EXwsI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Ez0sP4Zn6v0/s1600/TomitakuS30-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461489688862245570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sb75EXwsI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Ez0sP4Zn6v0/s400/TomitakuS30-16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sb7SL39MI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/XtT7AYrAQM4/s1600/TomitakuS30-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461489678424732866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sb7SL39MI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/XtT7AYrAQM4/s400/TomitakuS30-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sb7B_F6uI/AAAAAAAAAmI/-uH9zJNaxQw/s1600/TomitakuS30-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461489674076154594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sb7B_F6uI/AAAAAAAAAmI/-uH9zJNaxQw/s400/TomitakuS30-07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sb6_1oqYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/E4MFE6Fv99k/s1600/untitled9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461489673499617666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sb6_1oqYI/AAAAAAAAAmA/E4MFE6Fv99k/s400/untitled9.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sb6kS-ZTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/cGkl7HafE-M/s1600/untitled10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461489666106484018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sb6kS-ZTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/cGkl7HafE-M/s400/untitled10.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bmw 3-Series wagon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nissan 240Z a.k.a S30z, the first fairlady.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mazda miata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I was rich... I'll probably have these 3 in my dream garage haha :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arent they just beautiful? Im going to go geeky now about the fairlady first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The orange fairlady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is tuned by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;office tomitaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a small weird-sounding garage somewhere in Japan. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They have 1 of the ONLY 9 ever produced OS-Giken heads for the S20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hakosuka Skyline's motor. Whats so special of it you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;To tell you the truth I don't know myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ahahaha XD. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All I know is it makes a sheetload of power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and its rare &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;AND best of all, sounds like an orchestra on full throttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Well at least an orchestra of moving parts lah (Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had a soft spot for fairlady's BEFORE the 350/370z since theyre rarer and much more full of character, agreed? :) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Imagine pulling into school with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mudah.my/Mitsubishi+Cordia+1+8+GSR+Turbo-5780312.htm"&gt;http://www.mudah.my/Mitsubishi+Cordia+1+8+GSR+Turbo-5780312.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;----- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But on a more realistic scale of 'poison' this would be the car of choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, one of my favourites which i'll never get... My parents have a problem with buying 2nd hand cars i've just found out anyway, so who knows, I hope I can find one when im older :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-6811780929313703464?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/6811780929313703464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=6811780929313703464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6811780929313703464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6811780929313703464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/04/pick-your-poison.html' title='Pick Your Poison'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8sdrPi2TZI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TmdrVOHwldw/s72-c/DSC01383%2520copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-8359619344534880153</id><published>2010-04-17T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T11:47:51.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Meet Her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8n7n7Jd01I/AAAAAAAAAlw/q9xlzBS7kfI/s1600/26295_1270717605586_1159257606_30659911_5867099_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461172686474302290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8n7n7Jd01I/AAAAAAAAAlw/q9xlzBS7kfI/s400/26295_1270717605586_1159257606_30659911_5867099_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;He took my ball... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; );&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm yesh this is one of the more random blog posts i've done this year, its about the person above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we shall start on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; im doing this blog post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today I had a long day out, &lt;strong&gt;I went on &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;according to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; started &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'stalking'&lt;/span&gt; her&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But its not my fault shes &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;updating her status every 5 seconds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;by joining groups&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;saying how mosquitos bite her&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since im a 'become a fan' fan, I just went to her profile and started liking + becoming a fan of everything haha :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay that aside, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;we shall talk more about her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her name is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; unique&lt;/strong&gt;, it beats mine for sure 'cause really, &lt;strong&gt;who else you know is named &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Camey'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;According to her, we met on my first day in form 4 at perhimpunan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;thats according to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;For &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; either &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have very bad memory&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was so nervous on the first day&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I cant remember meeting ANYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that day except Jo and Mei Yan cause they are in the same class as me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;how I remember meeting her &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;it was after the first term's last exam, MATHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;SLEEPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for 2 hours&lt;/strong&gt; since I didnt know how to do the exam then right &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;after I woke up and left class I heard a girl say this behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Camey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: So hows the exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Hah? Okay lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Camey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey you can remember me or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah yeah can, its just im tired *yawns*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(And YES I was lying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then that was pretty much the only convo we had in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN anyway I stumbled across her FB and added her. &lt;strong&gt;Best part is, she asked me on &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;facebook &lt;/span&gt;this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Camey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Eh who are you btw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she said she didnt know who the heck I was -.-". Yay. Lastly! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shes also an artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dont belive me? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go ask &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; about her &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;pen-on-your-hand&lt;/span&gt; tattoo's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. DAMN PRO (Y), she will draw from your shoulder 'till your wrist :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'll ask you again, Wanna meet her? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-8359619344534880153?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/8359619344534880153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=8359619344534880153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/8359619344534880153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/8359619344534880153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/04/wanna-meet-her.html' title='Wanna Meet Her?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8n7n7Jd01I/AAAAAAAAAlw/q9xlzBS7kfI/s72-c/26295_1270717605586_1159257606_30659911_5867099_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-3974736209300738127</id><published>2010-04-14T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T11:03:33.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And For My 101th Post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWhOdCB-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/_18ynGlF2PM/s1600/DSC05198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076358304663522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWhOdCB-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/_18ynGlF2PM/s400/DSC05198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Its not going to be anything special! Muahaha :D. These weeks i've been really lazy to blog on whatsover has been happening with my life except for the previous post, &lt;strong&gt;thank God that particular drama is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY's, Jun Xing, Wheng Chung and I seem to be hanging out a lot nowadays, so you can only expect more mods to be done on the wagon kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first up if your blind or anything, &lt;strong&gt;the STICKERS which I ordered from Louis quite some time back finally &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;have been pasted on the rear doors of the Nissan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWgQnkrnI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_f7AYoinaSg/s1600/DSC05207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076341705879154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWgQnkrnI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_f7AYoinaSg/s400/DSC05207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it looks like now, 80's-ish or ricer? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To me its more to the ricer side, but who cares it makes sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha. Jun Xing helped me last saturday to wash and polish my wagon while we just washed his&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt; satria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWf7DxT0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/p-WN3dUt6sk/s1600/DSC05254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076335918567234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWf7DxT0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/p-WN3dUt6sk/s400/DSC05254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWfsA_tGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/3pzjbqje2hs/s1600/DSC05255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076331880395874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWfsA_tGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/3pzjbqje2hs/s400/DSC05255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the results speak for themselves!&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;SADLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; though, the stickers &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;SHOULD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have been pasted slightly more to the rear then they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;WOULD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have been spot-on... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes, I have a mild OCD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when it comes to these kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWRk0W_0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/MBHvwC_clMg/s1600/DSC05195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076089430179650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWRk0W_0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/MBHvwC_clMg/s400/DSC05195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the brake upgrades! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PRO&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;RS&lt;/span&gt; Custom brake hoses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the AD. Apparantly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not just the hoses&lt;/span&gt; from a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B14 &lt;/span&gt;dont fit, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the PADS as well are different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If im seriously going to keep this wagon for a long time &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I might have to change the calipers to more common ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Its a pain looking for pads that fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWRMxw-vI/AAAAAAAAAlA/hTJIcNzCVwo/s1600/DSC05191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460076082976848626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWRMxw-vI/AAAAAAAAAlA/hTJIcNzCVwo/s400/DSC05191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end bendix had some pads for it so that + the hoses and tadah, &lt;strong&gt;the brakes work&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; better now&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;but im still looking for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;rotors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Hmm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWDy0pVsI/AAAAAAAAAk4/j0eolbZ99w4/s1600/DSC05185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460075852671309506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWDy0pVsI/AAAAAAAAAk4/j0eolbZ99w4/s400/DSC05185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this is WHERE all my angpao's + savings have gone into. If you follow the mods on my wagon (A lot of people dont so i'm kind of talking to myself here) you'll remember the wagon had a black crappy adjustable spacer. Suddenly now it has a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; NRG quick release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oooooh, suspense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWDagF7PI/AAAAAAAAAkw/BlH2L62mP8Q/s1600/DSC05187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460075846142651634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWDagF7PI/AAAAAAAAAkw/BlH2L62mP8Q/s400/DSC05187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the long story short, &lt;strong&gt;the CRAPPY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BROTHER's&lt;/span&gt; spacer came&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; everytime the car hit a pothole &lt;/strong&gt;and when you cant steer... not exactly safe right? So the ONLY 'spacer' I know was well... this. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;NRG quick release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kit so I ended up changing it again. And YES, it cost quite a fair bit so im in debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWDJ_PtjI/AAAAAAAAAko/_e9_J-CigRE/s1600/DSC05189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460075841709913650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWDJ_PtjI/AAAAAAAAAko/_e9_J-CigRE/s400/DSC05189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWCumqWFI/AAAAAAAAAkg/geM2dH3YRoE/s1600/DSC05190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460075834359044178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWCumqWFI/AAAAAAAAAkg/geM2dH3YRoE/s400/DSC05190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; at least the money wasnt spent in vain&lt;/span&gt;, I mean LOOK AT THAT &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOLD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I just love the color, its so bright and flashy :D... (Sadly my mum thinks its gaudy and my dad thinks I should have gotten blue or black to match the theme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yes, that wraps up the mods on the wagon for now but there are still things that are annoying me quite a fair bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The PAINT STAINED MUFFLER. I've seriously got to start saving money to get a replacement, its so ANNOYING that its white, I mean seriously, people are going to think I sprayed TSD thermal coating on it or something -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Valve cover which I thought I was smart to DIY paint over the crack and yes... its VERY VERY ugly, thats why I didnt take photo's of the voltage stabiliser grounding thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So silver valve covers, or... gold, or black?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-3974736209300738127?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/3974736209300738127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=3974736209300738127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3974736209300738127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3974736209300738127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-for-my-101th-post.html' title='And For My 101th Post...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S8YWhOdCB-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/_18ynGlF2PM/s72-c/DSC05198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-6389552922836309625</id><published>2010-04-03T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:01:24.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting It Slide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7d_AIpryeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/1HG3HXSwJNM/s1600/mariopx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455969113881692642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7d_AIpryeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/1HG3HXSwJNM/s400/mariopx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That phrase above, its meaning is very very simple. &lt;strong&gt;It means: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To forget&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;or overlook&lt;/span&gt;, or just in other words, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;let it slide&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be used when you lend money, things, someone does a stupid joke and you dont like it, and you just let it slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And personally, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PARENTS&lt;/span&gt; say im too much like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I just give, and give, and lend, and lend, but never ask back&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Oh but thats going to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Even RM10 if I ask you to pay back and youre gonna forget it for 1 week im going to make a shitload of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the change of heart you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dear 'friend' who I thought our arguements were over in the past, is STILL being a quiet dickhead and pretending im invisible. Then thinking back, I've lent him countless RM1's, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;even my old &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;NOKIA N80&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which is STILL with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I told him to pay RM10 and it'll be his but NOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He takes &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my DAMN phone&lt;/span&gt; and uses it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to flirt with 10 MILLION girls at one go and forgets about it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;DUMBER yet, I NEVER chased him for my money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I think its time I get a change in heart. Im going to take my phone back this Wednesday. No point I get my money, I want him &lt;strong&gt;SUFFERING&lt;/strong&gt;. Since my tuitons on monday I'll let him have all the fun he wants 'till Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting out of hand for me lah. &lt;strong&gt;If you wanna be a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;POSSESIVE SHALLOW PERSON, Go on lah, go on&lt;/span&gt;. See how many girls will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Nobody will&lt;/span&gt;. And best of all...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;no guilt&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ahahaha. Everything you SAY you will do to me backfires on your own sorry ass :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SDO lah, Shisha-ing, lepaking, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;how long you think you can keep this up&lt;/span&gt;? Lucky youre still in high-school and your parents dont know, however, the 2nd statement is going to change if you dont give me back my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;picture above&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you dont even have the first thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ahaha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If youre reading this, you know who you are. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'bless' &lt;/span&gt;you for taking advantage of me&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for making me aware though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. All this over a girl I commented on. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You think you own the girl eh&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Looks like youre so insecure YOU cant even go after her WITH people saying hi&lt;/span&gt;. I cant imagine if you both get togheter lah. &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;EVERY guy that talks to her you'll probably think is KAU-ING her&lt;/span&gt;. You go &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt; to get her lah, &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;like as if she would ever want you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cant even control yourself&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;In front of girls youre all nice&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but to every guy that goes near them you think youre the biggest gangster in the world&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; fun knowing you&lt;/span&gt;. Now I wonder where youre going to stand lah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-6389552922836309625?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/6389552922836309625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=6389552922836309625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6389552922836309625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6389552922836309625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/04/letting-it-slide.html' title='Letting It Slide'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7d_AIpryeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/1HG3HXSwJNM/s72-c/mariopx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-8908175157180345576</id><published>2010-04-01T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:56:16.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Homework...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YVwOLVVZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/8BxwHt39Cp0/s1600/DSC04969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455571916789470610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YVwOLVVZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/8BxwHt39Cp0/s400/DSC04969.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hullo!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...But En.Siva is otherwise, he loves homework like a fat boy loves hamburgers. Do excuse my whining, 4 essays, 300 words each, and ALL in BM. YAY. Ah that's just life I guess. The arrogant prick of a teacher, and his rebellious students who are having more fun than he will ever have. Its been a month or so that i've been in 4 penaga. I have to say, its VERY VERY fun here especially when you bring a DSLR along. To be precise, my Sony A200. Everyone that saw these pictures on facebook was asking me: "Ian, how come you can bring camera to school ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Now im just going to answer that for you in a blog update! Smart leh :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a very VERY simple answer, 2 words: Oral Test or A.K.A Show 'n' Tell. Granted i've always liked talking and yes, this was an oppurtunity to bring my camera to the school and take a few shots so YES it was planned haha. ANYWAYS, you can see how poser-ish 4 penaga is! Great having sporting people to take photos with compared to people that are always saying "Shy laaaaaaah". I cant tolerate these kinda people -.-"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YVvj3bfuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/8sPmT4kjJEU/s1600/DSC04970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455571905431699170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YVvj3bfuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/8sPmT4kjJEU/s400/DSC04970.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly above, Jia Wei, ahahaha. I love his face in this picture. Gahhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YVvGQMybI/AAAAAAAAAkA/LN_gmJ8J6k0/s1600/DSC04971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455571897482529202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YVvGQMybI/AAAAAAAAAkA/LN_gmJ8J6k0/s400/DSC04971.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then theres Aaron, which his pose is seriously undescribable. Smirking maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YVuZPvH8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/1UM7WsdXgMQ/s1600/DSC04974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455571885400989634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YVuZPvH8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/1UM7WsdXgMQ/s400/DSC04974.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, who apparantly has a very familiar looking eye-patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YVt9YQ9EI/AAAAAAAAAjw/_Q-TdliyWCI/s1600/DSC04975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455571877920568386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YVt9YQ9EI/AAAAAAAAAjw/_Q-TdliyWCI/s400/DSC04975.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, Mei Yan victim of Thevindran. Ahahaha I really love taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YUEQ5SsLI/AAAAAAAAAjo/sTVwnz-Ya0I/s1600/DSC05011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455570062093234354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YUEQ5SsLI/AAAAAAAAAjo/sTVwnz-Ya0I/s400/DSC05011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then guess what? We took even MORE! Group shots after that. Normal ones like above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YUD-EJyXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/kLET9Fxg2QQ/s1600/DSC05012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455570057038514546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YUD-EJyXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/kLET9Fxg2QQ/s400/DSC05012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more retarded ones, like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YUDJosyXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/qxEC5YlpEEI/s1600/DSC05059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455570042964724082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YUDJosyXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/qxEC5YlpEEI/s400/DSC05059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn.Lim: Oh save me. Its Arief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YUCrwkSNI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ltIvGcgHT0A/s1600/DSC04855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455570034944657618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YUCrwkSNI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ltIvGcgHT0A/s400/DSC04855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YUCGKkLFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/wftgmBgc-m4/s1600/DSC04909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455570024853154898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YUCGKkLFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/wftgmBgc-m4/s400/DSC04909.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats about it for now, 4 Penaga is DEFINATELY a class im gonna enjoy for the rest of the year and form 5 :). This post was supposed to be longer but yeaaaaah, I think i'll go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow HOPEFULLY, the parts my dad ordered will be here &gt;:). Hopefully... if not its a trip to the chopshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-8908175157180345576?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/8908175157180345576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=8908175157180345576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/8908175157180345576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/8908175157180345576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-homework.html' title='I Hate Homework...'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S7YVwOLVVZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/8BxwHt39Cp0/s72-c/DSC04969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-6471244426871387645</id><published>2010-03-16T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T06:58:17.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Legs Hurt</title><content type='html'>2 Leech bites, 1 big scratch and a whole lot of bruises :). Thats just a few physical things i've picked up from FGT's boot camp 2010! Ahaha. If you all didnt know I went for FGT's church camp invited by your's truly, Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEE that aside, i'm dead tired. I cant belive I volunteered to follow my mum less than 24 hours away from returning from camp. I HAVE A VERY VERY big problem now. My clothes are mud stained due to the awesome mountain/river trek, and how am I supposed to get them clean by tomorrow? D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I thank God camp was very VERY fun even if a few unexpected things happened. Grr lets be positive and talk about the positiveness :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to make it VERY very short since im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hiking: Fun, wet, muddy, and talked ALOT on the hill because its boring walking in pitch black darkness full of mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Any group activity game: Learned how to work with others, not easy, but youve got to trust them. Climbing over a 12 foot fall is far from easy alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Im a lukewarm christian: Scary, true. I give, but not all I can possibly give and if it somehow messes with my own spending I wont give. Also I have a ceiling of serving... hmm. Intresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i'm off to Singapore 'till saturday, bye bye people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-6471244426871387645?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/6471244426871387645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=6471244426871387645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6471244426871387645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6471244426871387645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-legs-hurt.html' title='My Legs Hurt'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-6322098085468507140</id><published>2010-03-11T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:57:39.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Changes Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;And people... and cultures... and the way people think. Well today on Facebook I so happened to look at Melissa Soon's update saying that how old A certain song was that she heard during standard 6. Suddenly, &lt;strong&gt;WOW &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it just hit me like nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cause IF something were to really hit me, I wouldnt be typing herreeeeeee :D&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt; that I SHOULD be in form 5, but im in form 4 and its exactly 5 YEARS since I left standard 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats 365 x 5= &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1825 days&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;43800 hours&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2628000 minutes&lt;/span&gt;! (I think, my math is HORRIBLE now. I used my phone caculator! Muahaha) In that time I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went for college for a year, learnt how its like there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Worked in 2 different workshops that both specialise in diffrent sorts of repairing cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Driven over 20 different vehicles, I cant remember them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And remember, im only turning 17 in September! Now you'll understand why im yawning if youre so proud of driving a wira out of your gate onto the street :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gone through form 1,2,3 and now doing 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cycled uncountable hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Gotten lectured so many times, every time I get another lecture theres no new topics nowadays&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Gotten into an accident. (Not my fault! Some dimwit rear-ended the nissan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Seen the transformation of the Nissan bloom from an accident victim with mismatched paint to the current state, lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Had a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;HORRIBLE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;valentines day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Had an awesome 16th birthday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Played uncountable hours on the XBOX 360, untill it broke. Its still broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Seen the house transform in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seen myself change in terms of everything. Maturity, the way I talk, my language, punctuations etc. etc. Im not so hyper now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Watched at LEAST 60+ movies in this timespan in the cinemas. I used to practically do this every day I had nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Gone for tuitons, camps, lectures that I made so much friends that i'll hate to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Lost ALOT of weight, then put it back on. Well but at least im taller and have more muscles now, heheeee :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Spent hundreds of ringgit on shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Learned to appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Success isn't defined how much money you make&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It CAN define it&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but I rather define success as HOW you make the money and how it MAKES other people happy along with you&lt;/span&gt;. Theres NOTHING better than succeding and EVERYONE is happy for you &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;instead of just being rich by being a rich backstabbing trash talking showoff prick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Learned that even in a park, with 3 friends, no shoes, a rugby ball and in school uniform you can have fun&lt;/span&gt;! (Im aching from that now, and breathless too. Guess I gotta start jogging! Muahaha :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tried things I shouldnt, but I guess it builds characther. Everyone says &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to be mature you have to make WRONG desicions, because you LEARN from your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21. Go-Karting. I want to GO but i've only been there once.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Spun a Mazda 323 with blown suspension, fun, but I should have controlled it :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Dreamt about so many cars that I WANT to mod but have no money to. This includes from your everyday Proton Saga, Honda Civic EG6 to my weird but wonderfull Nissan AD Resort and not forgetting, a short term dream car of mine a mistubishi cordia :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Learned how to play drums, though im kind of rusty now haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Learning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;how to stop swearing entirely&lt;/span&gt;! I guess I need close REAL christian friends that can keep me on track, but &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;its rare that you find both fun + christian friends nowadays&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Washed a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;rolls-royce silver spur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, I even DROVE IT&lt;/span&gt;. This is an experience im going to my deathbed with :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Finished Modern Warfare in a DAY. Its nothing special, but remember, im a car geek. For some reason that weekend I just had the urge to finish the game, ahaha :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Getting to own a DSLR camera and enjoy photography. Though now its broken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Created &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Made enemies and friends&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy though, I dont know my enemies that much&lt;/span&gt;, ahaha :D. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Must be in hiding or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;Been to a drift event&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Heard mad mikes 4-rotor RX7 at that drift event. I can die in peace now! Ahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Learned how to cook! Tasty, thats up to you :). I'd say myself its pretty tasty but easy to get 'jelak' of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went for paintball. SHIZZ man, it should be called &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PAINball&lt;/span&gt;. Ive got scars to prove it :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Find out that girls, theyre trouble. Well not ALL LAH, but most of the hotter immature ones are -.-".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Im running out of ideas to blog, but yeah. A LOT of things have been acomplished, just summarising that&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time passes fast, today will never be the same as yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; memories or &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;bitter&lt;/span&gt;, theyre still memories and you go through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However im still bitter over the fact today I got scolded for having lunch with my friends, then instead of going home straight like I told my mum, I decided to laze around in a park, have cendol then go for rugby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really really wish that I can get to relax in the sun in a warm park, enjoy the smell of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;grass &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;birdshit&lt;/span&gt; on the stained see-saws (Ewww) &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;instead of being bugged to constantly focus on my studies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first term isn't even over and im getting this already, I cant wait when its near to SPM. I might be nagged to death if studying doesnt kill me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF all this can happen now, I wonder how my college and working life is going to turn out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like after this college incident, not only I know that im definately not going to study cars again, but now im at a crossroad like most people.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; After SPM, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I miss cars, but will I get a job in that field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? I dont have qualifications sides SPM. (For now at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I should go into mass-com and study on how to use my &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;mouth&lt;/span&gt; to do the work for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres ALSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;! I just realised I love&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; writing&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt;, its very intresting but I wished someone actually can read my nonsense and praise it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Im quite an attention whore if you didnt notice it already! Ahaha. Im not shy to admit it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so thats the 3 im aiming for. But im so dur confused... &lt;strong&gt;Truth be told, havent been praying to God recently or seeking for his advice at all&lt;/strong&gt;. I dont know why, but with all this rubbish around me, parents, studies, church people acting the way they shouldnt, im kinda disillusioned with praying and having faith in God I guess for my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I BELIVE he can help, dont get me wrong, but I havent made the first step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ironic though, I can testify my butt off talking how God changed my parents minds to keep the Nissan after the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here comes more emo parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I cant seem to laugh as much as last time anymore&lt;/span&gt;, maybe its &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;'growing up'&lt;/span&gt;, or its &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;just I lack to see the humor in simple things&lt;/span&gt; anymore&lt;/strong&gt;. Like my newfound classmates, they laugh REALLY easily. I think I was like that, then I got back from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just seem so quiet and shut-in comapared to last time! (Or at least quiet-ER) Oh well. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Time will tell whether my brain is deteriorating faster than normal, or growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 12.30am, and im so damn sleepy. My first terms exams are DEFINATELY going to be an epic fail. I mean hey, I didnt study + dont expect me to suddenly catch on to stuff I dislike in 2 weeks! Science is really fun so I guess I made an effort to study it, whether the effort was wasted lets see eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... and FGT camp this Sunday. Lets hope I learn something there and have fun, im in a 'bleh' mood at the moment.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Ponder about how time has affected you, have you been learning stuff or just being a loser, failing at everything by partying your youth away, going to CC's, and going to pay the price in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now everythings very easy, but I've been to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; 'future'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and I dislike it a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ponder over what I said, cause the post ends here. Im dead tired. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-6322098085468507140?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/6322098085468507140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=6322098085468507140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6322098085468507140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6322098085468507140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-changes-things.html' title='Time Changes Things'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-4765521768213321189</id><published>2010-02-26T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:48:48.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Spins Me Right Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S4gZ6G5dObI/AAAAAAAAAjA/BCf5m54am_g/s1600-h/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442628635751954866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S4gZ6G5dObI/AAAAAAAAAjA/BCf5m54am_g/s400/happiness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHOEVER said front-wheel drive cars cant oversteer, they really have to go drive an old FWD car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just did just now, to be precise it was &lt;strong&gt;CALVIN TAN's&lt;/strong&gt; soon-to-be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mazda 323.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Took a turn on average speed and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; I guess the combination of soft suspension + damn kau skinny tires didnt help on keeping the car planted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Spun the car almost 180 degreeeeeeees baybeh :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea whether to be proud of that, or ashamed haha. You decide :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moving on, lets talk about how form 4 is going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you all NEVER read my posts, or havent got the time to recently heres a reflash of what I blogged previously. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I quit college, and am back in form 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Why? I've answered that 5gamilliongebillionkatriallion times! The post is below SOMEWHERE in this blog so do search before asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So okay! Its been officially 4 days in 4 penaga! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Im in a REALLY fun class for starters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys are friendly, girls friendly too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Teachers ALL seem to be PMS-ing or being over dictative &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;such as my retarded indian Moral + PJK teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;For all those who were/are in DJ you all should get who im describing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That moron even scoffed at me just because I told him that I planned to get my diploma. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He said he wanted to be P.Menteri. SUUUURE, it might happen but he never tried. At least I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workwise i'm very far behind, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my first terms are going to be PURE phail I can guarantee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my parents. Math is totally gone case, moral okay, Sej gone, english okay, BM no idea, the rest i've forgotten about it since its 3.06 am and im REALLY just plain thinking about the spin that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know IF I somehow miraculously study hard, I wont be THAAAAAAT far behind. I've managed to do work so far without getting a headache so we'll see where it goes... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Liking my new class lah :). Theyre all so warm toward me, not cold and like "OMGnewguy.He's sooooo weird O.o".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for the first time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've officially broken my driving-a-lowered-car virginity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Jun Xing came over to my house yesterday for the first time to meet me and talk about his awesome &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(Combination of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; +&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; paint. Its a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red base&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pink coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of paint, SUPER nice effect in the sun) satria. It has a 4G91 engine swap, noisy powerfull exhaust, lowering springs and some odd mismatched rims. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He wants to learn about CARS soooooo, I talked my ass off yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hope he learnt something cause I felt like I was going too fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Haha anyway, being 17 and wild is fun :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I thank God that even though im repeating form 4 im having a really fun time so far. ALOT of people cant be wild + good at the same time, so far juggling both is pretty cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND IM SOOOO DREAMING OF MY BMX BEING &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIGHT BLUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WITH WHITE ACCENTS! (AKA the rims, handlebar, axle pegs etc. etc.) What you guys think? :D And the 2nd one being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CAMO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with black accents... Im so stoked to get it painted, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go PAINT SHOPPING tomorrow people! Now im just off to bed to recharge myself and dream of my pimped bikes... Muahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*On an edited post also, I'd like to thank Jaz, my romanian friend all the way from the other end of the world who sooooo was advising me not to speed haha. First time i've actually seen her serious, but yeah... people when theyre serious, they care for you so yeh. I'll take that advice with and open heart. Dont speed people! Speeding doesnt kill, but the CRASH at that kind of speed kills :D*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-4765521768213321189?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/4765521768213321189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=4765521768213321189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4765521768213321189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4765521768213321189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-spins-me-right-round.html' title='It Spins Me Right Round'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S4gZ6G5dObI/AAAAAAAAAjA/BCf5m54am_g/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-4672278780265031805</id><published>2010-02-21T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T07:44:04.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prodigal Son Returns</title><content type='html'>Yeap, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;if there was a more modern intrepetation of that story and people were writing a book about it, i'd soooo volunteer myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im going back to 4 penaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by tomorrow, im nervous that I cant make friends, im pretty much nervous about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends help. Not thaaaaat life-changing much though, good news that Calvin might be getting to mod his daddy's car/his soon to be 323... silver on black rims with a black interior? NICE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways 17 years old this year. Fuuuh, I feel stressed. Tuiton, homework, friends, girls, cars, church, working out, money management, getting another 360 or not, these are just a few things that are on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;BUT today's sermon was pretty intresting! Its about something letting God do his will, and NOT jumping to conclusions just because there was so-happenly-a-coincedence and immediately its God's will for some reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So im hoping that this is one of God's weird-but-wonderfull plans, at LEAST I can do reasonable DIY work if given the tools and i've learned how car life is like in a car showroom/garage. Ironically I miss it somehow haha :D. It can be fun with the right people. Anyways now im back in high school, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lets see how much my maths has deteriorated over the single year I skipped! Thankfully english is still in top notch, dont you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; CNY was rather fail this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I havent opened ANY of my angpau's yet cause I have this problem where I love to count the total sum of cash that I got, and not RM1 + RM1= RM2! If I did that i'll be really sad, ahaha ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Didnt get to do anything car-related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, drove the AD-Resort only once. (But at least I had fun doing so today lah, ahaha) Oh I DID actually, dad got himself some new tires since the old ones were hard + cracking + old. Now the honda's running &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dunlops&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all round and OHMAICHEEZBURGEH, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its comfortable! Like CRAZY COMFORTABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! And it has that exegeratted movie tire screech at slow speeds, how amusing XD. &lt;strong&gt;Ruined my cam covers which were painted nicely by Wheng Chung, then I tried DIY-ing to touch up here and there and guess what. I HAVE TO REDO THE WHOLE THING AGAIN!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;There goes his hardwork. Even im feeling painfull sanding it off, I cant think of the artist himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to complaining! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My camera is more BROKEN then I actually recall it being. Appearantly my lens is something something wrong and something something i've got to pay money for! Lesson learned, not going to lend anything expensive and breakable out anymore. ESPECIALLY camera or car :/...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentines day was ruined by me, YES. By me. So lesson learned, screw valentines day UNLESS im with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Really wish I can rewind time cause everytime I see her now its akward silence like as if were in a clan with a vow of silence :(. AND its totally my fault. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh well its the END of CNY sadly, but its a new year in the lunar calendar, and a fresh start for ME. Back in highschool, new friends, new tuitons, new chicks, new douchbags and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN wait for school tomorrow. How I wiiiiiiiish time stood still like a London Guard on duty :). So durrrr steaf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-4672278780265031805?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/4672278780265031805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=4672278780265031805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4672278780265031805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4672278780265031805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/02/prodigal-son-returns.html' title='The Prodigal Son Returns'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-5064811823581914706</id><published>2010-02-08T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:47:35.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Hidden Chapter</title><content type='html'>Well I did promise to tell you guys why im going back to DJ right? (Or Taman SEA if DJ is full so wish me luck :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. 10 weeks ago (Yes, weeks not days) I had this 'exam' equivalent of hmm... what, end terms? It was a revision exam from January-Nov but as I recall I only got 3-4 days tops to study everything. This exam was freshly introduced by the college so yeah, I failed on first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd attempt, still failed. I failed by 4-5 marks from passing, so I re-did it the next day. 3rd time though, I failed by 2 marks. 2 MARKS away from passing, they decided instead to give me a better solution, REFRESHER classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its basically the same things I did in January buuuut with a slight difference. You dont have to do work, dont have to do the assignments, and of course, no exams. I had 5 classes to redo and guess what, that equals to 15 weeks of revision. One class is 3 weeks so yeah I hope my math still works :D. Re-did all of them in double classes a day, that means I had to go from 8am-6pm daily... So by God's grace I didnt go mad, made new friends and got out early lah, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next exam was 3 weeks away so technically I had a 'holiday' to study, and I did! I was desperate to pass this time so for 3 weeks, I studied about 5 times a week properly, even though I didnt cover everything still was pretty confident about passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After popping out fo the exam hall yesterday though, I dropped another 2 marks. OH WOW, I studied for 3 weeks and my grades DROP ar? I actually started tearing in college but I hope nobody saw lah :/, its damn demoralising when you study and actually get lower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that my conclusion was to go back and just sulk cause there was no way I could pass, gah. BUT as soon as I got back my mum was like, were pulling you out and putting you back in form 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAAAAY, im going to be with my juniors and re-do studies again huh? Im hoping its not that hard compared to college so wish me luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to put this up yesterday but I ended up painting the valve cover and yamcha-ing with Calvin and Wheng Chung so yeah, a day late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-5064811823581914706?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/5064811823581914706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=5064811823581914706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5064811823581914706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5064811823581914706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-hidden-chapter.html' title='That Hidden Chapter'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-6691395110140777716</id><published>2010-02-08T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:46:18.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh yeas. I'm being serious here, its the 2nd month of 2010, 3.45 am of the 9th of February to be precise and its only a few days away from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;valentines day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Valentines day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I might be (or not) spending it alone siiiiiince im what, single? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To all you boyfriends who are taking your girlfriends out on valentines, please make it special :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It only happens once a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and somehow im always single around this period. Weirder yet,  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have NEVER went for a date during&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Valentines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Amazing huh? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah I cant sleep because of school. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeh, you heard me. Im going back to secondary school, why though? More updates on that tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Im drowning myself in 80's music and thinking about what I should do on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;valentines day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;surprise a certain someone? Maybe. Just maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *Checks wallet for money* Yeah it might happen :P. But lets see with my fail planning whether I can actually make it a reality :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Carwise, you'll be surprised, I HAVENT DONE ANYTHING WITH IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Amazing yes? :D Haha. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to tell myself this year I have to study extra, I dont wanna work at the bottom of the barrell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I wish I had an actual girlfriend I can go out and date instead of her living a gamillion miles away :/. Im envious of my friends who have their 'other halves' just a cycle away or so, gah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;HORMOMES! I dont likeeee them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts jotted down, music! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I was digging through my dad's albums I used to listen to when I was still in the primary school era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;he used to play tunes on his hi-fi system which now doesnt work anymore sadly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Just tried before starting it aaaaand yeah, its skipping more than you doing your exam paper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This song which was sung by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Simply Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;it has one of the most HORRIBLE video clips I have ever watched in my life so far but one of the nicest songs i've heard as well :).&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its like a trigger, when it plays I think of my dad when he was young in his &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maroon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mitsubishi on a saturday morning buying me breakfast on the way to scouts or something. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(YES, I was a scout last time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Infact alot of 80's songs revive my childhood, maybe this is why also I have a fascination towards retro stuff, haha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;My dads so cool, need to do a post on him one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO GO OUT MORE.&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Im not to say bored, its just I feel restless, very&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :/. Oh next week is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SKTM's un-official re-union&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, now thats fun! Cant wait for the weekends and next week :). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And surprising her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It just feels good to do nice things and not expect anything in return, agreed?&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/335124027671236257-6691395110140777716?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/6691395110140777716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=6691395110140777716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6691395110140777716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6691395110140777716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-time-flies_08.html' title='How Time Flies'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-7812924652903642714</id><published>2010-01-27T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:28:15.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PopPop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S2EChY-33TI/AAAAAAAAAho/XpuWiEvvxsw/s1600-h/MakeThumbImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431625398250626354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S2EChY-33TI/AAAAAAAAAho/XpuWiEvvxsw/s400/MakeThumbImage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; This is Bee*R’s popular two-stage ignition cutting rev-limiter. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is used to prevent damage arising from over-revving your engine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Part of the reason for its popularity is the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;large flames&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;loud bangs&lt;/span&gt; it produces from the exhaust when active&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way in which it works differs from the factory rev limiter in that it is an ignition cut, as opposed to a fuel cut. The reason for this is because if an engine (particularly turbocharged) regularly hits a fuel-cut rev limit (such as in high performance driving, or particularly drifting) engine &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damage can arise due to the lean condition produced when the original ECU shuts off the fuel pump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The BEE*R rev-limiter allows fuel to pass into the engine still, limiting engine speed by disabling the ignition signal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The Bee*R rev limiter is fully adjustable in 500rpm increments, for safety reasons allowing only a lower rev-limit to be configured than standard. If you have spent a lot of money tuning your engine, or are running at high RPM’s for extended periods of time, it could be recommended to run a lower rev-limit to prolong engine life. Both Formula 1 and JGTC cars use ignition cutting rev limiters, so it is a fully race proven concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Bee*R can also be used as a “two stage rev limiter”, as an aid for launching your car. The Bee*R is configurable for two different rev-limits. A lower rev limit can be activated by a switch, the handbrake switch often being used. This configurable lower limit, can be set to the optimum RPM to launch your particular car from in 500rpm increments. When the handbrake is released, the usual rev limit comes into action, allowing quick launches, and full performance down the strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Bee*R rev-limiter has another final neat feature. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The gain control knob allows you to adjust the frequency of the ignition cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This in turn changes the frequency and sound of the flames and bangs from your exhaust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*P.S this is entirely taken off the net, im too lazy to type all down manually, haha :D. All I know is... I wanttttt~~~ *&lt;/strong&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/335124027671236257-7812924652903642714?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/7812924652903642714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=7812924652903642714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7812924652903642714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7812924652903642714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/01/poppop.html' title='PopPop'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S2EChY-33TI/AAAAAAAAAho/XpuWiEvvxsw/s72-c/MakeThumbImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-952299854859757834</id><published>2010-01-25T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:55:09.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Noooo. Im not guessing so, considering I haven't even bought up the topic i'll be blogging about today! Its called: Ungratefullness. Pronounced as un-grate-full-ness, it means that you TEND to not appreciate what has been given to you here and now, compared to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wee Liam&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; if youre reading this dont kill me kay&lt;/span&gt;? :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im going to take a certain example from my friend, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wee Liam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Wont say much about him but this was quoted from his FB yesterday: "fuck you accounts and chemistry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I mean&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; if you really hate school so much why not just quit and work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? I'm getting sick of seeing people just curse and swear about school. Well it IS easy to curse and blame on how retarded the school is, how stupidly timed the classes and all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but I bet you have NEVER had a 8am-10pm job from Monday-Saturday with no play in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think about it this way:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Imagine when on saturday your mates call you out for a movie, and EVERY saturday for 2 months you cant! Why? "Oh sorry guys, i've got a job cant take leave :/"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everyday you do the same dull shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. For me as a mechanic at least it was 'fun'. I got to try out many different cars and WASH them, but imagine you get a desk job. Everyday typing out lame forms for your boss to review and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;probably getting some sort of scolding from him, because he's experienced and YOURE NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You get paid. YES, but how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Now daddy and mummy are paying for your water bills, electric bills, schooling, food, clothes, and sometimes what you wanna buy. This depends from home to home, but you get my drift lah, they send you here and there to go out so if you got a job NOW it gets you money. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;See lah if you can manage on your part time job cash to live alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;whats more pamper yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes you have to stay back late for extra work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! If theres a deadline you've got to pull an all nighter... &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last I heard schools always end at the same time and are dependable, haha :D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then theres &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;my way&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;running off to college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It costs MUCH more than school fees for normal secondary school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; if your dad is the only one bringing in the dough, he's DEFINATELY going to feel the pinch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;You have to know SOMETHING at least about cars, if youre dumb, like what most people are&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No offence again, but cars arent the easiest things to understand around&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;youre pretty much screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The college is getting 'better' due to the fact it has too many students, too little time to teach all of them :). Kinda glad I got stuck in a class full of experienced people, they tought me alot, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You have an equivalent of SPM or PMR every 3 weeks, fail and you have to retake it AND pay for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I cant remember how much one class costs, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I think its rm1000 per class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and you wont graduate if you skip classes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Attendence, 2 absents and youre barred from the whole class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You have to repeat again! There goes the fun times of pontenging class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You get kinda broken cars to work with, or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;protons, which WILL eventually break...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And the worse of all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;NO GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes there is a handfull of them around, ones a senior, the others in morning class and theres only ONE in the whole morning class :P. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There goes the whole BF/GF dating scene right out the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and I forgot to mention also, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you STILL have to wear uniforms, and this time better yet, BOOTS as well. No long hair allowed, nor dying it, same goes for jewellry, piercings etc. etc. You WILL get disciplined if you do, and it involves getting thrown out of the class just like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;SO yes people, stop complaining about form 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Im SICK about hearing how suck-ish it is, just get it over with!&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You still have friends that make you laugh and you can hang out after school with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I dont have much of that anymore and I miss it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :/... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and the end of form 5 theres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;:). Cant wait for that! Haha. Even though I left i'll probably be making an appearance there if I can... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alot of people worldwide have never been educated in schools, never went to prom, never got the fun to laugh when someone fell on the football field due to slipping on mud with classmates, enjoy your schooling days. Its almost over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-952299854859757834?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/952299854859757834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=952299854859757834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/952299854859757834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/952299854859757834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-know.html' title='Do You Know?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-6748600737483474109</id><published>2010-01-23T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:36:30.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gibbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1s_srDhGeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/oPeNG9oUbA4/s1600-h/8827_169820086158_546286158_3714831_7543082_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430003812429535714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1s_srDhGeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/oPeNG9oUbA4/s400/8827_169820086158_546286158_3714831_7543082_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha yes I am running out of creative titles for my blog, no surprise there. I aint exactly the mooooost creative guy around! Ah its a Sunday morning, 2.23 am and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; I should be sleeping but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I dowanna :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my bodies &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;'DOHC 16 VALVE'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Thats exactly what it says on my new side stickers for the Nissan. Have yet to wash the car to stick it on gah... but I totally wasted my efforts to polish my dad's civic this morning :/. It rained at night so... yeah. Fresh coat of dirty rainwater on the not-so-fresh-anymore polished car. Oh I'm thinking of also painting my valve covers since these weekends are getting mundane. How about &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;metallic gold &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cam covers with &lt;strong&gt;black inserts&lt;/strong&gt;? I should try that soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I'm just worried that I cant coat the high temp paint with the metallic gold... oh well. You won't know 'till you try right?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/335124027671236257-6748600737483474109?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/6748600737483474109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=6748600737483474109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6748600737483474109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6748600737483474109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/01/gibbles.html' title='Gibbles'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1s_srDhGeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/oPeNG9oUbA4/s72-c/8827_169820086158_546286158_3714831_7543082_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-5489676337657701207</id><published>2010-01-19T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:05:40.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.I.Y K&amp;N Filter Change/Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XL39JMHLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/aBMKyfMHGng/s1600-h/190120102121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428469088031349938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XL39JMHLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/aBMKyfMHGng/s400/190120102121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh look, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha. Today my dad finally pushed me to change his filter in his civic. YES I know, i've been meaning to change it but I cant be bothered if nobody really pushes me to do it. Oh well... it was due anyway :). Firstly! You should wash the old/spare filter... I didnt take any photos of washing it, but its simple enough. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spray the cleaner all over it&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then rinse it off with &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;low pressure&lt;/span&gt; water once the cleaner has been absorbed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Leave it for 2 days to dry and here we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! A filter element waiting to be oiled...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XL3fUsPKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0EsuBaZSelI/s1600-h/190120102120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428469080026528930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XL3fUsPKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0EsuBaZSelI/s400/190120102120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there we go, oiling done. Its really simple to oil it, just oil each row of the filter with the oil, and let it set... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XL253B7QI/AAAAAAAAAhI/MM0uMJZtkXE/s1600-h/190120102123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428469069970009346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XL253B7QI/AAAAAAAAAhI/MM0uMJZtkXE/s400/190120102123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the hard part though, the removal of the filter cover! Its that middle black lump with the white and red sticker under the strut bar which is blocking it... so, first things first I had to remove the strut bar. Armed with an awesome ratchet given by my ever&lt;strong&gt; 'gracious'&lt;/strong&gt; college, I started unscrewing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XL2UWnNLI/AAAAAAAAAhA/SeKmXzSkW3Q/s1600-h/190120102124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428469059901928626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XL2UWnNLI/AAAAAAAAAhA/SeKmXzSkW3Q/s400/190120102124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removed the strut bar with a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soft-blow hammer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Apparantely, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;its not THAT easy to remove a strut bar with your bare hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, had to knock it quite a fair bit since it was jammed shut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XLR3GVp6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/0Odk8f043EM/s1600-h/190120102125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428468433573750690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XLR3GVp6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/0Odk8f043EM/s400/190120102125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strut bar out of way, now I can start my work! Muahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XLRJRTb5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/gzqvEsbP5HQ/s1600-h/190120102126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428468421271711634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XLRJRTb5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/gzqvEsbP5HQ/s400/190120102126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go, air filter cover out aaaaand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XLQj3YM4I/AAAAAAAAAgo/7xR5hXUMfEc/s1600-h/190120102127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428468411230860162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XLQj3YM4I/AAAAAAAAAgo/7xR5hXUMfEc/s400/190120102127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took out the filter, put the new one in! Honda's throttle body location is damn weird, the air actually gets sucked from the bottom of the air filter, then only enters the throttle body there... why they designed it like that though, i'll never know. Maybe to keep the engine cleaner? The throttle body is nearing 100,000KMS yet its still so shiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XLQBEqojI/AAAAAAAAAgg/AxJmoLsl1lg/s1600-h/190120102129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428468401891353138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XLQBEqojI/AAAAAAAAAgg/AxJmoLsl1lg/s400/190120102129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up view of the throttle body + air filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XLPspLwbI/AAAAAAAAAgY/HDGIKNgDrY8/s1600-h/190120102130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428468396407374258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XLPspLwbI/AAAAAAAAAgY/HDGIKNgDrY8/s400/190120102130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tadah!~~~ Everything done in 20 mins, considering you have the tools and shizz. Car rev's up to 6500rpm's, tested by dad VS a 525i on the way back from gym today. So sad, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the feller was spazzing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while driving, hahahaha XD. Not bad for an auto ricebox eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-5489676337657701207?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/5489676337657701207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=5489676337657701207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5489676337657701207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5489676337657701207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/01/diy-k-filter-changecleaning.html' title='D.I.Y K&amp;N Filter Change/Cleaning'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S1XL39JMHLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/aBMKyfMHGng/s72-c/190120102121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-3501287527616598531</id><published>2010-01-18T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T06:28:50.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So They Say</title><content type='html'>I'll just give you a list of what people say about me pretty often... I'm supposed to be studying but felt like blogging after a certain arguement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Ian, youre &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very rude&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Ian, you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;talk too much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ian, you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;complain alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Ian, you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can be very hurtfull at times&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ian you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blame things quite a fair bit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now the explanation;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know im rude/abrassive when I talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im not totally blur and un-aware that im ticking you off, but sometimes I intentionally talk that way to make you think about what i've said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You'll never learn a mistake if WHOEVER disciplines you by just mumbling. If they shout at you and cane you... Im sure that has a better effect :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Anyways it also depends to who, or what subject I talk about. IF I know im gonna irritate someone 'till the point im going to get punch i'll keep quiet and sit in the corner. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;YES, I can shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And if I offend people I ACTUALLY say sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead of 'whatever'. I know im in the wrong, and accept the fact i've made a mistake. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh and I forgot to mention, I hate people who dont admit theyre in the wrong or just dont accept the fact by saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;'not my fault'&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;'whatever'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -.-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Haha me, talk too much? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've been like this since I was in KINDAGARTEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sorry lah if you thought I was quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Well... what can you be positive about? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If I start talking about cars, it gets boring&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;if I start talking about gadgets, I get called a showoff&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;The world itself isnt the most pretty/fun place to hang around once you start 'real' work, not the type where you can laze your ass around and they still pay you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Im not good at talking about music, gotta admit im totally clueless on whats what, if you ask me to explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I just like what sounds good, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I tend to criticize things around me a lot because thats what catches my attention first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flaws&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;are always easier seen than the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;of an object, just like&lt;/span&gt; humans! &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You have to look REALLY close and examine it/the person well and long enough to appreciate the &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;true beauty&lt;/span&gt;, then only you'll apreciate it&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;. Probably thats why I receive more criticizm than praise also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Yes for this im trully sorry... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF I have hurt you due to me being un-reasonably harsh, Im sorry. Do tell me off also cause my head tends to take over my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Of course I blame! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No point just saying im always in the wrong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;if I start doing that i'll probably become emo from saying everythings my fault&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; and im sure the phrase "it takes two hands to clap" came from somewhere, didnt it? :) Only on certain things I blame though, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;not everything is someone/somethings fault... sometimes its my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For those that are really close to me (known me for a few years, not months) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I appreciate your late night 'confrontations'&lt;/span&gt; (You know who you are :P). I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;am aware&lt;/span&gt; of how I behave/act. Your efforts are definately not wasted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Theres no point though, forcing me to change&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'll never become soft, quiet and VERY polite because thats just not my temprement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh and if youre gonna be irritated by how I am now, wait 'till you start work and you get an asshole like me sitting next to you :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. The world isnt as kind as dota, cyber cafe's, allowances given by mummy and daddy, and 'NICE' people. &lt;strong&gt;People &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dont give a damn about your feelings, what you think of them&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;how theyve offended you&lt;/span&gt;. I mean &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;after all, theyre just there to get money&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not to make friends with you&lt;/span&gt;.  SO yes, be prepared for the working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just feel like a Jeremy Clarkson whos asian, you either love his criticizm or hate it, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative things aside, I &lt;strong&gt;had a fun time yesterday night &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'touge-ing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Even though I didnt get to go the other day, at least I gotta go yesterday. Went with &lt;strong&gt;Louis, Pei Chi, Wheng Chung and a '&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dolphin&lt;/span&gt;' named baby (If im not mistaken, Chung was baby this baby that, I certainly doubt it was Louis, Pei Chi or me he was talking to...)&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha.  Im too lazy to blog about this now, and prolly ever since it was such a rush'ed outing I didnt get to take any photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is LOUIS! Wheel bearing hancur and your heel and toe-ing is crazy smooth~~ Now i've said all I wanted I can study in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-3501287527616598531?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/3501287527616598531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=3501287527616598531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3501287527616598531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3501287527616598531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-they-say.html' title='So They Say'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-4449586654338355199</id><published>2010-01-15T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T05:39:29.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touge Dissapointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously lah, screw my MUM for again not letting me to go out when im not well. &lt;strong&gt;I havent been&lt;/strong&gt; going to the gym, out with my friends,&lt;strong&gt; ANYWHERE at all since I fell sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight has got to be the worst though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10 mins to 9pm, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wheng Chung called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He asked me whether I could go for a touge run with his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And of course, my result is always a bloody no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, NO everything, I want to go here, NO, want this, NO, try that, NO. I dont even know why i bother asking, I should have immediately said yes. Stupid shit. Now better yet, the TV is being hogged and i've got nothing better to do than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They should give me an award for the most loyal user so far lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh better yet, my mum sent my nissan to that stupid-full of shitheads shop called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BROTHERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She paid rm10 to get my steering &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;RE-missaligned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Me and Chung spent SO MANY HOURS FIXING IT to get straight and those DOGS there at brothers in a few mins ruined my alignment. Seriously weih, &lt;strong&gt;how the HELL did they ever become popular?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the best part yet, I've got to wake my ass up tomorrow to go to college early to find out what stupid shit class I have to go to. GREAT. What a LOVELY start to a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks dad for the new mouse... at least that makes me a bit happier :/.&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/335124027671236257-4449586654338355199?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/4449586654338355199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=4449586654338355199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4449586654338355199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4449586654338355199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/01/touge-dissapointment.html' title='Touge Dissapointment'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-8949243707984273513</id><published>2010-01-14T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:24:37.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streamyx So Slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S077VCEXruI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/TYfonfv0Uqc/s1600-h/DSC02580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426550939779051234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S077VCEXruI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/TYfonfv0Uqc/s400/DSC02580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its a very very long time since i've signed into my blog to waste time talking non-sense, that barely anyone reads... (besides my parents, which I dont consider readers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But oh well, I cant let something I have die can I? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, this post holds &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;intresting&lt;/span&gt; if youre expecting it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to do with cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or my life.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; INSTEAD, i'll be yabbering about my camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! As you all know, I have an intrest in photography, but im clueless on how to use the camera to its full potential... Call it lazyness, or what, im not the kid of guy who reads the manual before using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently though, my dad bought me a book about how to set this and that on my camera. &lt;strong&gt;Apeture, focus, ISO, shutter speed, what conditions should you take the photos in, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its ALL THERE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; However... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Only 2-3 months later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I pick it up, shows how 'dedicated' I am huh? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to actually upload more photos here, but streamyx as usual is performing at its 'best' and im waaaaaaay too lazy to re-size them so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You like my soap bottle? Kills &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;650 &lt;/span&gt;GERMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-8949243707984273513?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/8949243707984273513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=8949243707984273513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/8949243707984273513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/8949243707984273513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/01/streamyx-so-slow.html' title='Streamyx So Slow'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/S077VCEXruI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/TYfonfv0Uqc/s72-c/DSC02580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-2047431293491291414</id><published>2010-01-06T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T05:38:56.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesian,Bangla And A Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; An &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Indonesian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bangladeshi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Malaysian Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are in a bar one night having a beer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Indonesian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; finishes his beer and suddenly throws his glass in the air, pulls out a gun and shoots the glass to pieces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He brags, "In Jakarta our glasses are so cheap that we don't need to drink from the same one twice."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Bangladeshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; obviously impressed by this drinks his beer, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots the glass to pieces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; He says, "In Dhaka we have so much sand to make the glasses that we don't need to drink out of the same glass twice either." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, cool as a cucumber, finishes his drink, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots the Indonesian &amp;amp; the Bangladeshi. He says "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nyamah! In KL we have so many&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Indon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bangla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that we don't need to drink with the same ones twice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joke of the day&lt;/span&gt; taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zerotohundred.com.my/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.zerotohundred.com.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; . Just because its a car forum doesnt mean they aren't funny :D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-2047431293491291414?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/2047431293491291414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=2047431293491291414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2047431293491291414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2047431293491291414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/01/indonesianbangla-and-chinese.html' title='Indonesian,Bangla And A Chinese'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-5331901260463784065</id><published>2010-01-02T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T08:46:16.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dont Need A Shitload Of Torque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sz937yR4BWI/AAAAAAAAAgI/JdkRNFQrvFg/s1600-h/mediaCA9JKTQ5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184345370101090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sz937yR4BWI/AAAAAAAAAgI/JdkRNFQrvFg/s400/mediaCA9JKTQ5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sz937aaX9MI/AAAAAAAAAgA/o114lSBjXKE/s1600-h/media1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184338963297474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sz937aaX9MI/AAAAAAAAAgA/o114lSBjXKE/s400/media1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sz937NvyVII/AAAAAAAAAf4/XGqQAhVoH7w/s1600-h/media.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 67px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422184335563445378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sz937NvyVII/AAAAAAAAAf4/XGqQAhVoH7w/s400/media.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To rock these &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hu&lt;/span&gt;rst&lt;/strong&gt; goodies on my Nissan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I so want them weih~~~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*My blog is starting to become an automotive blog, whatchu think?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-5331901260463784065?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/5331901260463784065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=5331901260463784065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5331901260463784065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/5331901260463784065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-need-shitload-of-torque.html' title='I Dont Need A Shitload Of Torque'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sz937yR4BWI/AAAAAAAAAgI/JdkRNFQrvFg/s72-c/mediaCA9JKTQ5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-6765567850218102609</id><published>2009-12-31T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:21:25.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Post Of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;The year 2009 is gone, 2010 just came in even though &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I MISSED IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. More on this later, rambling first as usual :D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so fast that already 1 year has gone by like that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;im technically a 'senior' in college now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Its weird being 16 and knowing tons more stuff than older people in college and teaching them! I thank God that this year there was more good things than bad ones, but it just had to end crappy didnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The next time when I ever drive if my mum is going to ask me here to drive here and there she better have a schedule and stick to it. Thanks to her I didnt get to sleepover at Alex's house, didnt get to watch fireworks, and didnt get to visit Calvin or whatever. Instead of celebrating all she did was watch TV while I fell asleep on the couch. OH and I woke up an hour ago btw, had my supper then since I didnt have dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I swear because of this, next time if my mum is fickle minded too bad. Im not driving you anywhere screw your plans, you wanna ruin the LAST DAY OF THE YEAR for me i'll ruin your mood whenever and wherever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only bad thing aside... Lets talk about the good things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as USUAL, i'll start with my soon-to-be-daily-driven car, the Nissan AD resort! It has come a loooong way from what it has been... last year it was bone stock with a semi-faded paintjob after the accident, not exactly the kind of condition where I would say im proud of it. Now at the end of the year this is what my dad has done to fix it back to health :) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Paintjob&lt;/strong&gt;: Gloss white, simple, cheap (Among other choices) and JDM! Cant go wrong with it... Sadly its already starting to peel around the edges, lesson learned, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER send it back to Nissan for a damn spray paint job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Exhaust&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YES I KNOW, its not BRANDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, its pirated but hey, my dads not a performance junkie (I am though) so we just settled for it. It does improve performance, but not by that much... Its torquey during the mid-range &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but as you &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; rev the engine hard it starts to get out of breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have no idea whether its caused by the fact im still running my stock intake or the exhaust is craaaap, sounds great though haha. I love revving it just for the sound... Bassy, smooth and loud only when you floor it... Plans to re-do it next time at Tonnka next time + adding a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cherry Bomb Glasspack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Huhuhu~~ &lt;a href="http://tonnka.com.my/main/"&gt;http://tonnka.com.my/main/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Wheels&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh boy this is my favourite mod of the year. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I JUST found out that the 'Black Racing' wheels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on my car &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;are usually lighter than 'Watanabe' rims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... AMAZING :O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Nissan OEM Japan Lip&lt;/strong&gt;: Its just that little black skirting connected at the front bumper, purely cosmetic only haha. Amazingly it bolted straight on with no fuss at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Spark Plug Cables&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red, PIRATED, but they work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'd suggest use this only if youve run out of minor mods such as an air filter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which would benefit more... Theres no air filter that specifically fits my Nissan so I was too lazy to hunt down one. I've got something better in mind for it hehe &gt;:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Rainbow Lug/Wheelnuts&lt;/strong&gt;: Again&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and maybe HALF A GRAM lighter than the ori? Slimmer too! I just wish they were slightly longer... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Nardi Steering + Bosskit&lt;/strong&gt;: Chung already bought the bosskit, i've got the steering. When should I install it? Why ASAP of course :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that would be all the mods done on the Nissan this year... I never completed spray painting the calipers + drums, wonder where can you get that done haha. Modding can be spread out whenever you have the money, and stopped if you dont.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; UNLIKE buying a NEW CAR, you have to pay no matter whether you lost your job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, or you just got a RM10k bonus cause your boss so crazy, he gave you a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAYS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Gibberish aside im going to talk about my NISSAN SOMEMORE. Muahaha ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really wonder how much more of these I can finish by this year, the mods are becoming more and more expensive since i've already finished stage 1. What do you think?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stage 2 Mods (Sounds like NFS huh? HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Twin Weber DCOE40's + Custom Manifold with Trumpets&lt;/strong&gt;: If the stock carburettor stops working by this year... Muahaha :D, you know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. TiTan custom coilovers&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yes, my car has fender-to-wheel gap of 5-6 fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it feels like a old car with over grippy tires when it corners hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well, the fact it is an old car with grippy tires makes this a very ironic statement... Im looking forward to this the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Full bracing from Ultra Racing:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeaaah, even though the nissan has already got autofoam inside of its entire skeleton, its never enough! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Admittedly, I am a handling junkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Played too much Gran Turismo 4 + Forza motorsport 2) so some minor bracing would be nice... The nissan really needs anti-roll bars back and front. I want custom THICKER ones then the ones already off the shelf. The 16mm rear one looks weedier than the weeds behind in my garden. I mean come on, it really looks like a OEM anti-roll bar painted white. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I try to make ANYTHING i've got to turn better than stock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course the nissan is one of the dumbest platforms to start a handling beast but anythings possible right?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Foglamps&lt;/strong&gt;: Haha this is again purely cosmetic, but it would be SOOO awesome if I could just find the OEM Nissan Wingroad foglamps, then tint it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or use&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bulbs in it. WHEE~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Tachometer:&lt;/strong&gt; My car doesnt have one :(... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want big big one with BIGASS shift light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so it looks like an old trans-am race car, hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dumb part is, my Nissan is FWD or wrong wheel drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as they call it, so yeh. 5" of autogauge Taiwan knockoff goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Brake Pads, Steel Braided Brake Hoses, and Painting the Calipers grey:&lt;/strong&gt; I've been procrastinating for so long, I think i'll let a shop do it for me haha.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; EBC Greenstuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just like on the honda + &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PRO RS brake hoses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey calipers and drums&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; should be enough to stop my car for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there we go. All the mods I HOPE can be finished by 2010, if its done its already 2 years that we've been modding the Nissan :). Im like so proud of my-soon-to-be car~~~ Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LASTLY to all you who are the same age as me, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;we can get our licences by this year&lt;/span&gt;! :D MUAHAHAHA. We shall rule the streets!!! Happy new year everybody, and welcome 2010.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-6765567850218102609?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/6765567850218102609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=6765567850218102609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6765567850218102609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/6765567850218102609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-post-of-2010.html' title='The First Post Of 2010'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-2129257484645541305</id><published>2009-12-29T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T09:15:03.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzouEjV-DCI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GrfRUEiX2vA/s1600-h/DSC01919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420695757235555362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzouEjV-DCI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GrfRUEiX2vA/s400/DSC01919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Isnt the shot of this S15 beautiful? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Takata green&lt;/span&gt; TE-37 rims on a white body never gets old... Yes, these pictures were taken at Formula Drift 09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzouEQJrrII/AAAAAAAAAfo/M5F_rElfwdQ/s1600-h/DSC02161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420695752083745922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzouEQJrrII/AAAAAAAAAfo/M5F_rElfwdQ/s400/DSC02161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Which do you preffer? 4 cylinders, RWD, light or 6 cylinders, AWD, and a heavyweight bruiser?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzouD-nlNuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/cLfYnHia5G8/s1600-h/DSC01874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420695747377313506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzouD-nlNuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/cLfYnHia5G8/s400/DSC01874.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...Or maybe this little starlet! 4AGE + small light chassis FTW :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzouDm7SubI/AAAAAAAAAfY/6oJ6kYuHpZ8/s1600-h/DSC01942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420695741017536946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzouDm7SubI/AAAAAAAAAfY/6oJ6kYuHpZ8/s400/DSC01942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cant tell what tank this is, overflow tank for the radiator?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzouC-D8cxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/WumZzxZlysA/s1600-h/DSC01943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420695730047972114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzouC-D8cxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/WumZzxZlysA/s400/DSC01943.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And theres the big turbo inlet... *WOOOSH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzotOqVo2FI/AAAAAAAAAfI/zkpf0lqCrxM/s1600-h/DSC02018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420694831400278098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzotOqVo2FI/AAAAAAAAAfI/zkpf0lqCrxM/s400/DSC02018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Custom strut tower braces, made by &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tonnka &lt;/span&gt;if im not mistaken? Its a replica of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ismo strutbar, crazy solid :O...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzotOA__YPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BXinu9tL54A/s1600-h/DSC01962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420694820303626482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzotOA__YPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BXinu9tL54A/s400/DSC01962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4 Throttles + trumpets + &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;NITROUS injection&lt;/span&gt;, crazy setup on a 4AGE 20V, I wonder if it works in a carburetted setup?... &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzotN5YIOOI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5O6Q820yuDY/s1600-h/DSC01983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420694818257385698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzotN5YIOOI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5O6Q820yuDY/s400/DSC01983.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzotNTUnAII/AAAAAAAAAew/LTREN4sSLyw/s1600-h/DSC01985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420694808042078338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzotNTUnAII/AAAAAAAAAew/LTREN4sSLyw/s400/DSC01985.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Achilles tires, again TE-37 rims but in bright &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;flourescent oraaaange&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzotNH6lw8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/2OuAbmg5f7c/s1600-h/DSC02058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420694804980155330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzotNH6lw8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/2OuAbmg5f7c/s400/DSC02058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mad mikes MADBULL's streched tires, check out that stretch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzorpuizgOI/AAAAAAAAAeg/lwGdWTqMjcg/s1600-h/DSC02362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420693097362456802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzorpuizgOI/AAAAAAAAAeg/lwGdWTqMjcg/s400/DSC02362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drift damage, Poor MADBUL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzorpRLyFLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/oaXwEKddjS4/s1600-h/DSC02358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420693089481266354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzorpRLyFLI/AAAAAAAAAeY/oaXwEKddjS4/s400/DSC02358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Szoro3FwNcI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WZxXy0ychXA/s1600-h/DSC02290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420693082476656066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Szoro3FwNcI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WZxXy0ychXA/s400/DSC02290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the finals. These were my favourite battles of the whole formula D! I dont have the videos but&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; 'someone'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has them and im going to get it from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'him'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pretty soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzorosOwU8I/AAAAAAAAAeI/QbfQvCYwYg0/s1600-h/DSC02306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420693079561622466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzorosOwU8I/AAAAAAAAAeI/QbfQvCYwYg0/s400/DSC02306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Szorn0t3FhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/TTR9C8SJokA/s1600-h/DSC02302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420693064659703314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Szorn0t3FhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/TTR9C8SJokA/s400/DSC02302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S : &lt;/span&gt;"This whole post has been bought to you by &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; shandy original flavor and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ian Lo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; All shots were taken by a Sony A200 DSLR, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NONE of the photos are edited&lt;/span&gt;. I love photography!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-2129257484645541305?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/2129257484645541305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=2129257484645541305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2129257484645541305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/2129257484645541305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/12/shooting-cars.html' title='Shooting Cars'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzouEjV-DCI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GrfRUEiX2vA/s72-c/DSC01919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-488366217105666554</id><published>2009-12-29T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T04:00:21.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random MSN Crashing And Daniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most intresting thing happened today while I was online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Wong a.k.a Daniel decided to say hi to me. I replied and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MSN Crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amazing Daniel! You must teach me how to do that in future ;D...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-488366217105666554?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/488366217105666554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=488366217105666554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/488366217105666554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/488366217105666554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-intresting-thing-happened-today.html' title='Random MSN Crashing And Daniel'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-7149407962473993970</id><published>2009-12-28T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:59:28.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WiggleWiggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its 4.58pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I JUST woke up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant decide whether to go on a photo taking spree in the park, or stay at home and use my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhh the ending of December is making me lifelessssss :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-7149407962473993970?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/7149407962473993970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=7149407962473993970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7149407962473993970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7149407962473993970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/12/wigglewiggle.html' title='WiggleWiggle'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-3100576264506999425</id><published>2009-12-23T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:55:53.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Air Filter Works The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzJzVaabxtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/QV2pwrYMbdU/s1600-h/untitled18.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As mentioned above, this is probably one of my shortest entries ever. Stumbled across this article dozens of times, but now I wanna post it up to show which air filter you should choose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mkiv.com/techarticles/filters_test/2/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.mkiv.com/techarticles/filters_test/2/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So technically what the test results are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; is good.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HKS&lt;/span&gt;, not so.&lt;br /&gt;3. I use&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; K&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; I made a great choice!!! ;D But seriously, read the link above for a more technical explanation...&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/335124027671236257-3100576264506999425?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/3100576264506999425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=3100576264506999425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3100576264506999425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3100576264506999425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-air-filter-works-best.html' title='What Air Filter Works The Best'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-1014815879323109180</id><published>2009-12-23T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:52:01.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Gift Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzJCTxNkNnI/AAAAAAAAAdw/tm3KO42Z8jY/s1600-h/DSC02386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418466209075312242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzJCTxNkNnI/AAAAAAAAAdw/tm3KO42Z8jY/s400/DSC02386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESH!&lt;/strong&gt; I got 1 gift and counting. Its 1 day away from christmas and i've already gotten a gift. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;painted&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;glitter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;glued&lt;/span&gt;, and painstakingly made,&lt;/strong&gt; I think its one of the coolest gifts i've gotten in awhile... This awesome picture frame was made by miss Di Wern A.K.A Wendy or my 'Daughter' ( Inside story) last night @ 3am. No joke, she really made all these for her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzJBymLRODI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ztl_Apjdvcs/s1600-h/DSC02387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418465639177205810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzJBymLRODI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ztl_Apjdvcs/s400/DSC02387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the picture she chose is pretty cool too! Thats when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I looked better with my long hair and less weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; muahaha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Yes I know, I put on weight dont have to rub it in right? :/) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Di Wern looks cuter there also with her specs, according to me lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzJBUvXPo4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9iYKzZTvaLI/s1600-h/DSC02389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418465126247277442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzJBUvXPo4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9iYKzZTvaLI/s400/DSC02389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*It now resides on my speaker*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzJAl7qBuHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/y8HO2tJYgLk/s1600-h/DSC02390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418464322093430898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzJAl7qBuHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/y8HO2tJYgLk/s400/DSC02390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice wrapper also, shes so clever she wrote "Merry Christmas" with a &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pen on &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;paper! Di Wern logic totally owns man :P. Oh well, its the tought that counts as they say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzJAGbUj01I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aux9ubmBSnA/s1600-h/DSC02393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418463780837512018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzJAGbUj01I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aux9ubmBSnA/s400/DSC02393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I threw the wrapper away (Sorry Di Wern! Dont kill me at church yeah? ;D) I decided to keep the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ribbon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and stick it onto the frame. Not bad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how many more prezzies i'll get :)... And thanks again Di Wern!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;is the &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; time of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/335124027671236257-1014815879323109180?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/1014815879323109180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=1014815879323109180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1014815879323109180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1014815879323109180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-gift-before-christmas.html' title='Christmas Gift Before Christmas'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzJCTxNkNnI/AAAAAAAAAdw/tm3KO42Z8jY/s72-c/DSC02386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-7173865370812201091</id><published>2009-12-22T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:20:55.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes 2009 UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfg5U8wHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Xtf_iUa0S-E/s1600-h/DSC01211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418146476708380786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfg5U8wHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Xtf_iUa0S-E/s400/DSC01211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes! Its late, but as they say, better late then never. &lt;strong&gt;I've finally got the time to upload all the photos, re-save them so theyre downsized, upload them onto FB and this ALMOST DEAD blog&lt;/strong&gt; of mine soooo, yesh, how lucky i've still got the willpower to type out what happened. The camp was at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;PEACE HAVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, heaven for christian camps as even though it's my first time up here i've heard this name gamillions of times... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfgoODTkI/AAAAAAAAAdA/1Zj0FfA9J_Q/s1600-h/DSC01265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418146472116047426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfgoODTkI/AAAAAAAAAdA/1Zj0FfA9J_Q/s400/DSC01265.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shortly after arrival, the whole CBC 'gang' which consists out of: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Calvin (Not official, hope he becomes one though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CJ A.K.A Big Bright Orange!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaron Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alex Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanda (Shes not here) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;decided to take pictures on top of this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which was precariously perched on top of a hill so high, if I fell I think I would have died... or at least break alot of bones. Anyways! It was great for a couple of shots so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Big Bright Orange!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; took this shot for us, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think its really one of the better shots of the WHOLE camp. Thank you CJ for volunteering :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I really treasure this picture here... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since he was so nice, I decided to take LOTS of photos of him also but theyre not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theyre on my &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Go check it out yo! ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfgW7pbcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/fit2UgnwedY/s1600-h/DSC01288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418146467475451330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfgW7pbcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/fit2UgnwedY/s400/DSC01288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well what do you think? Sexy no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfgPweqBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/gghGxvMd2aQ/s1600-h/DSC01304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418146465549559826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfgPweqBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/gghGxvMd2aQ/s400/DSC01304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the photos, everyone except me seemed to get epically hungry. Thankfully the camp is overloaded with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pringles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;which we had as a staple diet for 3 days, now im sick of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because of that... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Our photographer of the day turned into a commercial superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted to take a photo of him eating (A random shot) but he ended up endorsing the cup noodles.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you are truly unique and irreplaceble you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEffjmmWfI/AAAAAAAAAco/TQ2xLOGRfRc/s1600-h/DSC01322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418146453696961010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEffjmmWfI/AAAAAAAAAco/TQ2xLOGRfRc/s400/DSC01322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how to eat noodles. Everyone has a unique way as this couple here show. The girl absorbs the carbohydrates by her nose, while her boyfriend has a more refined aproach. Note the pinky finger out, and the half squinted eyes, now THATS the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; way of eating cup noodles people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfMKCuTiI/AAAAAAAAAcg/d03zXdSXQZs/s1600-h/DSC01381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418146120418086434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfMKCuTiI/AAAAAAAAAcg/d03zXdSXQZs/s400/DSC01381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noodles done and eaten, it was time to take more random photos! I took a ga-billion shots of the sky even though it was just like what you see in PJ. I guess genting air has this, trigger-happy scent in the air where you just want to take shots of everything and anything. For example, you like my stone wall? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfLzR3uyI/AAAAAAAAAcY/mQC2EZkopvE/s1600-h/DSC01384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418146114307603234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfLzR3uyI/AAAAAAAAAcY/mQC2EZkopvE/s400/DSC01384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfLrIDVFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TaPnWyvUYOc/s1600-h/DSC01385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418146112118936658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfLrIDVFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TaPnWyvUYOc/s400/DSC01385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God the effect didnt last for long, and we all went back to our rooms. Guys and girls are seperated, so now I was sharing the room with the infamous &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Bright Orange!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who co-incedentally was chosen as the fearless dorm leader. Note the way he scratches his bumbum with leadership oozing out of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfLe17m2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/V0i_S0GCCHs/s1600-h/DSC01416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418146108821707618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfLe17m2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/V0i_S0GCCHs/s400/DSC01416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Big Bright Orange!&lt;/span&gt; : "No!... Please dont eat my precious white wall!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfLDz6UoI/AAAAAAAAAcA/qnDUhj2nmkk/s1600-h/DSC01478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418146101565477506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfLDz6UoI/AAAAAAAAAcA/qnDUhj2nmkk/s400/DSC01478.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day, the world game began. This fancy 'world game' is actually not as lame as it seemed, it was consisting of major countries of the world which I so happen to fall into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. British peeps for the win weih. We were lead by our very confident prime minister, Clement. Why is he confident you ask? Imagine the world is in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;CHAOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I asked him for a photo and he gave me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;RESPECT LAH PERDANA MENTERI OF BRITIAN!&lt;/strong&gt; *Bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEenoGFKHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/RMA3dCMV0eY/s1600-h/DSC01482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418145492830070898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEenoGFKHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/RMA3dCMV0eY/s400/DSC01482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have his 2 highest in command, Sarah and Mirelle! I think 90% of the work was done by them, they were the one who 'pakat' with other countries to do this and that, 'till the point I got confused wth was going on and started taking shots. NO not liquor, PHOTOGRAPHS. &lt;strong&gt;My job was only &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;as the international representative thingamajigy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which really, was retarded thank God :D. And if youre probably thinking im going to say what I DID, youre hallucinating!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; If I DID work right, how would I take all these awesome pics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEenTrkKDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7Cawxr1SzCY/s1600-h/DSC01804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418145487350147122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEenTrkKDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7Cawxr1SzCY/s400/DSC01804.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the last day of world games, even though I 'deserted' my country ( I went down after dinner to the lounge area, talked, fell asleep for awhile then woke up again) the Prime Minister of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pardoned me for my desertation and I got to be in a group photo with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEemwsfEkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Hn66MAT4hqA/s1600-h/DSC01810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418145477958767170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEemwsfEkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Hn66MAT4hqA/s400/DSC01810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEemn53obI/AAAAAAAAAbg/NW2Bjgx0UYs/s1600-h/DSC01811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418145475598983602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEemn53obI/AAAAAAAAAbg/NW2Bjgx0UYs/s400/DSC01811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the game consisted of, a map, titles of who youre going to be, and a &lt;strong&gt;WHOLE LOT OF CONFUSING&lt;/strong&gt; things which&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I STILL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dont understand how to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEemZ21l9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/gupyUxcbSzQ/s1600-h/DSC01818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418145471828170706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEemZ21l9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/gupyUxcbSzQ/s400/DSC01818.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 3 and 1/2 days, finally camp was over, we had to pack our bags and endure a &lt;strong&gt;PAINFULLY&lt;/strong&gt; slow trip down the mountain to get home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Calvin is posing in the picture, Heroes Camp totally ROCKED &gt;:D!!! &lt;strong&gt;I didnt learn much, but I learened a much needed lesson. Its not much but it makes a big difference y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niteeees, im so tired my eyes are stuck on the scren now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/335124027671236257-7173865370812201091?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/7173865370812201091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=7173865370812201091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7173865370812201091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7173865370812201091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/12/heroes-2009-update.html' title='Heroes 2009 UPDATE!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SzEfg5U8wHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Xtf_iUa0S-E/s72-c/DSC01211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-3277733838657350177</id><published>2009-12-15T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:03:17.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricer Needs/Wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SyfaE6y2IHI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ebGAQVXt1dM/s1600-h/031220091932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415536854973161586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SyfaE6y2IHI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ebGAQVXt1dM/s400/031220091932.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SyfaEVtw44I/AAAAAAAAAbI/kDRrq2mQoXo/s1600-h/151220092007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415536845019734914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SyfaEVtw44I/AAAAAAAAAbI/kDRrq2mQoXo/s400/151220092007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SyfaD73pqxI/AAAAAAAAAbA/XVbPDbA24M8/s1600-h/151220092010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415536838081882898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SyfaD73pqxI/AAAAAAAAAbA/XVbPDbA24M8/s400/151220092010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRO PEEPUR. Its mid-December, christmas is around the corner and im FINALLY doing an update on my blog again :D. Yes granted I havent been here to do much posts even though I have gamillions of things to blog. I shall start wiiiiiith!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Parts which I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we shall start with those shiny bead thingies. Theyre &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;lugnuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.K.A the nuts that keep your wheels from falling off&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the studs. Bought for RM70, they have an intresting &lt;strong&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;/strong&gt;color scheme which I so happen to like. It has 6 sides to the nut, and it comes in 16 pieces 4 per wheel. Actually the only reason why I bought them is because im bored of looking at my mismatched chrome lugnuts on my mums nissan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, what I wish I had the $$ to buy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its an auto&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAUGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Not auto&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;METER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is American...) 5" tachometer with an orange shift light. Since the nissan doesnt have one and im going for the old school theme... im sure this is gonna look spot on :). Sadly, the cheapest I found it for is like what, rm699 even its Taiwan made?  Sad lah. The American one costs more than a K :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats all for TODAY. I'll be updating 1 or 2 more updates just to wrap up 2009. Nights everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-3277733838657350177?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/3277733838657350177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=3277733838657350177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3277733838657350177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3277733838657350177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/12/ricer-needswants.html' title='Ricer Needs/Wants'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SyfaE6y2IHI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ebGAQVXt1dM/s72-c/031220091932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-3698858396096856200</id><published>2009-12-02T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:42:36.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sxami1tfQYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7giUNgBsNZY/s1600-h/DSC00644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410695119795863938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sxami1tfQYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7giUNgBsNZY/s400/DSC00644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OH YESSSSSHH I FINALLY UPLOADED 1 PICTURE!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Y'know me lah, I cant sleep without showing off something without bragging about something I did/bought/took)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav picture among all that I took :), now I can sleep in peace haha. Nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-3698858396096856200?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/3698858396096856200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=3698858396096856200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3698858396096856200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3698858396096856200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-yessssshh-i-finally-uploaded-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sxami1tfQYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7giUNgBsNZY/s72-c/DSC00644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-3265504989471973854</id><published>2009-12-02T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:35:09.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days After Coming Back From Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nyah. Blogspots photo uploader thingy is not working again so im kinda du-lanted. Wanted to upload a few photos of what I took in S'pore... ANYWAYS! Its about a week away for the 'heroes' camp, and im love drunk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the girl tho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint saying, no point to :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, im getting the hang of DSLR's. Awesome at medium-close range, hopeless at night without the flash even though its bright already. Wish me luck with more photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-3265504989471973854?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/3265504989471973854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=3265504989471973854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3265504989471973854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3265504989471973854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-days-after-coming-back-from-singapore.html' title='3 Days After Coming Back From Singapore'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-199312305083577182</id><published>2009-12-02T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:15:22.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If She Was Here</title><content type='html'>... I'd have a girlfriend. Sad lah shes 300kms away :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-199312305083577182?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/199312305083577182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=199312305083577182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/199312305083577182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/199312305083577182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-she-was-here.html' title='If She Was Here'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-7615418944094554960</id><published>2009-11-24T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:18:29.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony A200 DSLR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwvquXaeOiI/AAAAAAAAAaw/oDUK78o-O_c/s1600/241120091887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407673859868342818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwvquXaeOiI/AAAAAAAAAaw/oDUK78o-O_c/s400/241120091887.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwvquBqUY5I/AAAAAAAAAao/P6qLTOqozNM/s1600/241120091889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407673854029226898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwvquBqUY5I/AAAAAAAAAao/P6qLTOqozNM/s400/241120091889.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwvqtgZ0YMI/AAAAAAAAAag/MDtmUEPLPGc/s1600/241120091888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407673845101650114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwvqtgZ0YMI/AAAAAAAAAag/MDtmUEPLPGc/s400/241120091888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay, my new toy. Im having a bittersweet day due to the camera + last nights debate with friends... Hope tomorrow will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-7615418944094554960?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/7615418944094554960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=7615418944094554960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7615418944094554960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/7615418944094554960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/11/sony-a200-dslr.html' title='Sony A200 DSLR'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwvquXaeOiI/AAAAAAAAAaw/oDUK78o-O_c/s72-c/241120091887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-8704656621445863240</id><published>2009-11-21T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:22:56.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nissan Badge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Swjk8rLtOeI/AAAAAAAAAaY/jcxfkvlI-5o/s1600/221120091876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406823083693390306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Swjk8rLtOeI/AAAAAAAAAaY/jcxfkvlI-5o/s400/221120091876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YESH! I have 'pasang'-ed my badge. I found out that the rubber tape is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;REALLY REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sticky, think superglue thats rolled up, haha. If you wanna use that make sure you have a spirit level cause if you missaligned it... good luck getting it out haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Swjk8bzlITI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3FEPHgjMOEk/s1600/221120091877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406823079565664562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Swjk8bzlITI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3FEPHgjMOEk/s400/221120091877.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nice huh? Im luvin' it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-8704656621445863240?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/8704656621445863240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=8704656621445863240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/8704656621445863240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/8704656621445863240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/11/nissan-badge.html' title='Nissan Badge'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Swjk8rLtOeI/AAAAAAAAAaY/jcxfkvlI-5o/s72-c/221120091876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-4657107119179641139</id><published>2009-11-21T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:22:50.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weed,Wheat And God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;YEAAAAH, im not exactly hyper but I cant sleep either. And now something got stuck in my head after my daily family devotion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a parable. (Story that means something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weeds&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wheat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and how they grow toghther. You see, the world is like the &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It cant choose who it wants to keep, nor throw away. The &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wheat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;weeds&lt;/span&gt; represent us. As you all who have learned science, or a bit of biology know they can grow toghther. Its also near impossible to pick out every single &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while the &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wheat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is growing so closely, that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;wheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; might be affected due to it being so small and being close to the weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Wheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gets harvested. Everyone knows that. They dont like, grow forever until it becomes bigger than an &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OAK TREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;weeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be picked out first, because now its easy to diffrentiate it from the &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wheat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then, it will be burned, to become ashes. However, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;wheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gets stored as a valuable food for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Weed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;strong&gt;People who are of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;drugs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;metal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cars&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; I dunno. Worldy lah, you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The WHEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = &lt;strong&gt;Gods people&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theyre always faithful to him and not 2 sided&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Its kinda scary thinking that people can just live everyday immorally, evil-ly, without a single flinch where theyre going after death&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I mean seriously, taking money from already oppresed people and getting a big bonus while everyone under you is suffering? I certainly dont wanna be judged as being an ass my whole life and not doing anything helpfull at all. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Even worse yet, is to be a complete failure, fail at studies, then get mixed up in the wrong crowd and go spiralling downwards but have 'FUN' while doing that&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean hey, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity pulling you down is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; easier than fighting upwards innit? I'm sick of people giving me excuses they cant do better lah, the circumstances are against them and etc. etc. If you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; want a change in life, you've got to really change &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt; first&lt;/strong&gt;, just like what the late Micheal Jackson said in one of his songs. Or did he? I think he did... ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'd say im still in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... I haven't gone all the way down, but I know im far from the top too );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt;, give me the strengh to find happiness in heartache, positiveness in negativeness, and to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALWAYS trust you even though im having a tough time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thinking how could you possibly help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Mum/Dad, if youre reading this, who says I dont listen to anything in devotion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*P.S GOD, if you can see this, I really wanna go for the heroes camp :(... I hope it doesnt clash with my college*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-4657107119179641139?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/4657107119179641139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=4657107119179641139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4657107119179641139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/4657107119179641139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/11/weedwheat-and-god.html' title='Weed,Wheat And God'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-1168453950736407345</id><published>2009-11-21T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:45:23.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muddy Sneakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jheah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised my sneakers are &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays a saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tomorrow i've got church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg im going to wear&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;muddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sneakers to church? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-1168453950736407345?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/1168453950736407345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=1168453950736407345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1168453950736407345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1168453950736407345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/11/muddy-sneakers.html' title='Muddy Sneakers'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-658279378293857089</id><published>2009-11-21T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:02:20.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.I.Y Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwgLwrPCCwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zptLUcRxfyE/s1600/211120091871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406584283525679874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwgLwrPCCwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zptLUcRxfyE/s400/211120091871.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muahaha. I'm trying to become a D.I.Y myself nowadays. After working in a continental car workshop, i've learned how to officially color my brake calipers! So today with my dad and brother, we went D.I.Y shopping. Bought some double-sided automotive tape and heat resistant spray paint which is a very dull &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwgLwZTmHKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-Uoiw7PcvF0/s1600/211120091873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406584278712982690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwgLwZTmHKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-Uoiw7PcvF0/s400/211120091873.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nyah. I actually wanted&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; gold&lt;/span&gt; for the calipers, but since finding heat resistant paint is expensive + hard to find, a lower-profile &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt; works just fine. This will be the last step in D.I.Y-ing cause I dont have jackstands...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwgLvwK1xXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Ra0mLDcaHBY/s1600/211120091874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406584267670406514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwgLvwK1xXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Ra0mLDcaHBY/s400/211120091874.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwgLvR-lohI/AAAAAAAAAZw/WQIIemgUOlI/s1600/211120091875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406584259565953554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwgLvR-lohI/AAAAAAAAAZw/WQIIemgUOlI/s400/211120091875.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the last 2 items! The double sided tape and my retro 'Nissan' badge/embelm. Going to pasang the badge on after church tomorrow, wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope I dont stick it at an angle, hahaha XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-658279378293857089?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/658279378293857089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=658279378293857089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/658279378293857089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/658279378293857089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/11/diy-time.html' title='D.I.Y Time'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwgLwrPCCwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zptLUcRxfyE/s72-c/211120091871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-3363561584274567523</id><published>2009-11-20T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T05:31:13.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, this phrase is true. It includes ego, face, pride, mass, or anything for that matter. Its easy to make something big fall. All you gotta do is just use more effort than trying to push something small down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably one of the more emo posts on my blog so it wont contain anything intresting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna skip it, be my guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few days ago I was on facebook commenting on this 'girls' post. I cant remember what I said but Calvin (My best friend, I hope its the same for him :/) put a phrase in his comment "Sure die cock".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, I didnt know what that phrase means cause die + cock if you add them toghether it doesnt make sense and I thought he wanted to say some cock died or wtv lah, didint know what it meant. After asking that shit weih, I kena kutuk left and right from him and that 'girl'. So now im just thinking over it... And that wasnt any normal girl, it was someone who I had quite a major crush on -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now im just thinking over it lah, why of all the places you want to make me feel/look stupid? I feel damn hurt infront of her when he said that. I dont mind to be made fun of but not on her damn wall lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im just recalling my form 2 life with him, and how girl-free we were. Nobody to kacau us and we all had all the time in the world to do whatever we wanted. Now its all studies, jobs, work and girls. AND we used to hate this guy who's english was so broken, you coulndnt fix it with a dictionary and an english teacher. Now somewhere along the year 2009 he picked up phrases I never expected him to say. I dont know if its the place youre working at, that feller at the table with us at the mamak 2 days ago, or your classmates but PLEASE, dont pick it up. It sounds so cinated/Malaysian :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal, if youre reading this, you've hurt Steph twice, please dont start hurting your friend also. Im super hurt you could still continue making fun of me even though I was trying to hint to you 'Stop it, not here not now'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though im rude, vulgar, mean, inconsiderate I still have feelings y'know :(... If you wanna make fun of me, make fun of me infront of someone else. I miss your old Sensitive self.&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/335124027671236257-3363561584274567523?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/3363561584274567523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=3363561584274567523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3363561584274567523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/3363561584274567523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/11/bigger-they-are-harder-they-fall.html' title='The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fall'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-8502779636578123987</id><published>2009-11-19T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T04:53:47.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Semester Break And Walking In The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwU322Fw99I/AAAAAAAAAZk/sQY-0PRzpLo/s1600/181120091796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405788343100307410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwU322Fw99I/AAAAAAAAAZk/sQY-0PRzpLo/s400/181120091796.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And no, I wasnt kidding about the latter part in my title. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I REALLY DID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; walk in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;POURING RAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with this half-wit in the above picture, Kan Wai Kit who managed to convince me to go see bicycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not even to buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh wells, thats the fun part of growing up. Doing stupid stuff! While walking I was remembering my form 2 life where I was actually cycling in the rain with Calvin And Daniel~~ Its so fast life has just zoomed by. Now its my years turn to go for the infamous SPM next year, muahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I GET TO SKIP IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside~~ Wai Kit managed to find the bike he wants and I got these awesome pictures! Granted they arent the sharpest around but deng, its like when it rains I get an extra 2mp in my camera hp... Its so nice to take photos in the rain, you get to see the water flowing and falling from the heavens but while doing that you get wet lah -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwU32WhBYxI/AAAAAAAAAZc/E-Q6R_Jtmm0/s1600/181120091792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405788334624695058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwU32WhBYxI/AAAAAAAAAZc/E-Q6R_Jtmm0/s400/181120091792.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwU31x92FlI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OVK2eDZnv2g/s1600/181120091795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405788324813477458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwU31x92FlI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OVK2eDZnv2g/s400/181120091795.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*Look! Fast flowing longkang water! (Takes photo)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! Today I went paintballing with a huge group of people. (15 to be exact, but im too lazy to mention all the names) The summary is... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT SHOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 5 times! 2 in the arms , 1 in the neck, 1 ON my head &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*It has a lump there now, same as Calvin*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and one in the mouth. How Gaston managed to shoot the paintball straight onto my mouthpiece is really chunted, I should take lessons from him! :D  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwU31VxGWgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/hkvD2cGS9NE/s1600/191120091811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405788317243824642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwU31VxGWgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/hkvD2cGS9NE/s400/191120091811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwU30uoJkTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/M_o1jsLyvrw/s1600/191120091812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405788306737303858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwU30uoJkTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/M_o1jsLyvrw/s400/191120091812.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... here are 2 pics just to prove I really got shot, and wasn't playing around only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everyone love &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/335124027671236257-8502779636578123987?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/8502779636578123987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=8502779636578123987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/8502779636578123987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/8502779636578123987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-semester-break-and-walking-in-rain.html' title='Last Semester Break And Walking In The Rain'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwU322Fw99I/AAAAAAAAAZk/sQY-0PRzpLo/s72-c/181120091796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-1277812643438453714</id><published>2009-11-19T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T01:52:54.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers And Goodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwUSkzsSmBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QzJDWXO37_A/s1600/171120091784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405747351288715282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwUSkzsSmBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QzJDWXO37_A/s400/171120091784.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want the '5 Speed' sticker :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwUSkTDLAeI/AAAAAAAAAY0/s2gxTviRWCE/s1600/191120091816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405747342526317026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwUSkTDLAeI/AAAAAAAAAY0/s2gxTviRWCE/s400/191120091816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwUSjyGZ7_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/ReAAramwuRU/s1600/311020091624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405747333681508338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwUSjyGZ7_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/ReAAramwuRU/s400/311020091624.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwUSjuqIe3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/pnpN78Rgd14/s1600/171120091783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405747332757617522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwUSjuqIe3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/pnpN78Rgd14/s400/171120091783.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erk. I posted the pictures up in reverse -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the story wont be in any sequence and I shall just say, I want the tachometer :D. I got the steering, and the somewhat retro badge. Nice huh? I just gotta find the time to 'pasang' the steering and stick the badge on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And P.S, Brothers doesnt sell EVERYTHING rice, 90% of it is, but they do have their own hidden treasure as I call it. They have so much crap in there youre bound to find something nice and rare from the 90's for your car. I found a lovely Nissan badge :). Retro and in normal condition for just rm8! Amazing huh?&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/335124027671236257-1277812643438453714?l=phishcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/feeds/1277812643438453714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=335124027671236257&amp;postID=1277812643438453714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1277812643438453714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/335124027671236257/posts/default/1277812643438453714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phishcake.blogspot.com/2009/11/brothers-and-goodies.html' title='Brothers And Goodies'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628449725177721339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/TOF9Ow7NArI/AAAAAAAAAr0/K6YXEwA7R28/S220/148334_448840957534_538472534_5379804_7705996_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/SwUSkzsSmBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QzJDWXO37_A/s72-c/171120091784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335124027671236257.post-2573857230109651143</id><published>2009-11-13T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:54:18.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>90 Degree SAND Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sv2Ww98veII/AAAAAAAAAYc/2KOQz-5dS1I/s1600-h/131120091713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403640895921682562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sv2Ww98veII/AAAAAAAAAYc/2KOQz-5dS1I/s400/131120091713.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is what K-Jun's bike had to endure with me cycling on it &gt;:D. &lt;strong&gt;(Dude if I mispelled your name sorry btw)&lt;/strong&gt; Its been forever since i've updated so hey, something intresting happened today might as well I blog about it huh? For the 1st time EVER, I followed &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;unker NG WHENG CHUNG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for his night riding in Shah Alam @ the Shah Alam X-Treme park which was well... really extreme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sandy jump trails, skate parks, paintball parks, big frickin' stone for climbing. It's a excersing addict heaven to go to! (Not me tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. What I basically did was... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Imagine those motorcross dirt trails where people on scramblers are jumping from dirt jump to the other)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Its exactly the same except there were no lights whatsoever and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was going MUUUUUCH slower than the rest of them&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. Went to the skate park nearby to get 'taught' by &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;unker Chung&lt;/span&gt; how to jump using a bike. Sad to say I wasnt a fast learner and well... I couldnt jump. Oh well... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sv2Vfv0LtbI/AAAAAAAAAYU/BHgdhmsuavc/s1600-h/131120091714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403639500558284210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sv2Vfv0LtbI/AAAAAAAAAYU/BHgdhmsuavc/s400/131120091714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So! This is K-Juns bike, I have no idea what the specs are but I do know he did a single gear conversion and its nice! Its like a larger less agile but more stable BMX. His DIY'ed &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green camo&lt;/span&gt; handles and rims are the bomb too. After that we went to get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;burgers and coke at burger king&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which was of course, right next to the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sv2VfCth8BI/AAAAAAAAAYM/XIqFl9JqfcU/s1600-h/131120091716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403639488450785298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sv2VfCth8BI/AAAAAAAAAYM/XIqFl9JqfcU/s400/131120091716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sv2VexlE-QI/AAAAAAAAAYE/XEGpGJIXhxM/s1600-h/131120091717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403639483851929858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sv2VexlE-QI/AAAAAAAAAYE/XEGpGJIXhxM/s400/131120091717.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And OHMAIGISH, this BEAAAAUTIFUL Mazda 323 hatch was there. Its condition was SPLENDID, the interior had no gay stickers on the dash, 'bulu ayam' on the dashboard, mismatched bucket seats, nothing rice about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had a nicely mounted boost gauge hidden in the gauge cluster, tastefull steering and an OEM bodykit which was so nicely maintained. The interior too looked really well taken care off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope the owner takes good care of this Mazda cause you dont see cars much like these nowadays... Rare but intresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Reminds me of my dads cordia when it was still around :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sv2VeXBXV5I/AAAAAAAAAX8/cOnisyUBF3c/s1600-h/131120091718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403639476722816914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sv2VeXBXV5I/AAAAAAAAAX8/cOnisyUBF3c/s400/131120091718.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even better yet, just right before leaving this JDM-ish kancil was parked right infront of the burger king. For a little kei-car he was running &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BIGGER&lt;/span&gt; then my Nissan AD Resort sized wheels, 205/50/15 wheels right there people! With 195/50/15 tires... A lot of good cars to see here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sv2VeDFKACI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NUrz_GddomI/s1600-h/141120091719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403639471370010658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGIf8NyDqo0/Sv2VeDFKACI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NUrz_GddomI/s400/141120091719.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best for last, y'all are probably wondering:&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*YERRRR OMG! Why is th
