<?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-2885910971344268289</id><updated>2011-11-17T13:09:54.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broodings of A Mortal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-5940044216710279026</id><published>2009-02-26T22:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:18:09.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring On The SACs</title><content type='html'>I seriously can't believe I'm year 12 yet. Argh. Chemistry SAC was my first of many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://newmedia.funnyjunk.com/pictures/7262d584e391180c57762a1772a02dca.jpg" border="0" alt="Funny Pictures &amp;amp; Funny Videos" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Sarah lover, XC and Maddi would have pressed it. You know why? Cuz you're retards!!!! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; G'day. Gotta dig my nose into books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-5940044216710279026?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5940044216710279026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=5940044216710279026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5940044216710279026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5940044216710279026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/bring-on-sacs.html' title='Bring On The SACs'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-5569189934601025856</id><published>2009-02-18T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:51:36.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anglais</title><content type='html'>English is considered as the number one most used language in the world, which in fact is important both academically and for communicative purposes. Are these pictures enough to stress my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SZvY2nAz2gI/AAAAAAAAAnE/8FKt5GJ4o6w/s400/listen-to-mee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304071418855807490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't this familiar? From somewhere I call Malaysia. Some animosity people do show. Is the mafia after you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SZvY2h8Le1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/4fFRh0Ni2iM/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SZvY2h8Le1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/4fFRh0Ni2iM/s400/image010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304071417494207314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that anyone I know needs it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SZvY2iAdD_I/AAAAAAAAAm0/gm0BsVs-I84/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SZvY2iAdD_I/AAAAAAAAAm0/gm0BsVs-I84/s400/image008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304071417512136690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SZvY2eF8kaI/AAAAAAAAAms/JwmVIJE8KxU/s1600-h/image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SZvY2eF8kaI/AAAAAAAAAms/JwmVIJE8KxU/s400/image015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304071416461431202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls, here's your complaint centre.&lt;/div&gt;Scroll down for the final one.&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&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&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&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&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&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&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&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;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SZvY20HWKNI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Goot4f7___M/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304071422372882642" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SZvY2nAz2gI/AAAAAAAAAnE/8FKt5GJ4o6w/s1600-h/listen-to-mee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some great ideas politicians get these days. Talk about anti pornographic associations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends, English. English. &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/2885910971344268289-5569189934601025856?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5569189934601025856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=5569189934601025856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5569189934601025856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5569189934601025856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/anglais.html' title='Anglais'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SZvY2nAz2gI/AAAAAAAAAnE/8FKt5GJ4o6w/s72-c/listen-to-mee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-2200015878758539517</id><published>2009-02-16T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:52:03.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frágil e Fraco..</title><content type='html'>I'm just so weak and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will want me? Is that why do I feel the reluctance to go deeper in my relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a coward. I know the consequences. Do I live to gratify myself? I enjoy making people happy. Is it selfish to do so? I sometimes feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of hurting them, hurting me along the way. With everyone. I wreck everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her. Her. Her. It's always about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the strongest thing in the world. That's why I dislike our survival instinct. Our necessity to survive, to gratify our desires. Being human is no easy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirst, hunger, lust, self gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus wept. Even he felt the burden. I need his determination. I want to be with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the difficulty in saying the word 'I love you' to anyone outside. I know because my definition is enduring, absolute. It will stay no matter what. I am looking hard. Who will want me? This sentence must be looked upon deeper, it is more of a "Is there anyone for me?" I'm so different, so strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly blame rejection. It's not as if you meant we can't be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, another loose term. I wish it can mean more than that with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans. We are a difficult species, with much individuality to share. God's compassion to give us a choice. I know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough ranting. It's enough for anyone to bang their head to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers, peace, support to people in need, especially the bush fire victims. The fourth finger. The weak and needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know what video the United States of America posted with celebrities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wqcPA1ysSbw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wqcPA1ysSbw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQVRNuvA9dY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQVRNuvA9dY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Rove is wrong though although he his certainly funny. I have a small question? Why is it centred on Barack Obama instead of America? I know he needs the support, but it is placed in a really creepy way. Oh well, at least they are trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-2200015878758539517?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2200015878758539517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=2200015878758539517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2200015878758539517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2200015878758539517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/fragil-e-fraco.html' title='Frágil e Fraco..'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-8032070276975997180</id><published>2009-01-28T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:10:18.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching People To Hate Unconsciously</title><content type='html'>Why would people hate so much? Does pain, remorse, suffering bring that? If so, Lord give me strength. I don't want to walk that path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People growing up has a myriad of input of advice and influences. Superficial or profound alike. I am pained to see that. How do we stayed as untainted from the dirt as possible? My friend said to put in more detergent. It is ironic in it's sense but it is my utmost displeasure to admit his much annoying metaphors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't stay untainted like that forever. Parents will block you, they might stain you on the way, but it has come to me that your own input is needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stay sane. I need Him. Always and forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-8032070276975997180?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8032070276975997180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=8032070276975997180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8032070276975997180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8032070276975997180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/teaching-people-to-hate-unconsciously.html' title='Teaching People To Hate Unconsciously'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-5129198862525029667</id><published>2009-01-14T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:47:52.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Masquerade With People</title><content type='html'>It seems so fun at first but you get tired when you don't get to see their faces after awhile. It was all a game, but it was fun while it lasted. Taking off some masks were almost unbearable. Sometimes it felt as if you came to the party without a mask. Didn't that make you feel so vulnerable? Maybe it's because I want to wear a mask as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's without wax with Him. Without wax with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays. Holidays. Bother. Dinner. Dinner and more dinners. It's so fun but I get the bad lurch in my stomach the next day knowing that I haven't finished my long itinerary of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big one comes this year. I feel the pressure now. I really want to serve people with illness and pain. I really want to help them. I just hope and pray with blood, sweat and tears that I will make it. How? I only can ask Him. No one else can tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Let's get a breather, is it for me in the first place? Is it what He wants? No idea YET, but I hope I'll find out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get started on the UMAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TURNING INTO A NERD!!! THAT LADY IS SO RIGHT!!! I'M DOOMED!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-5129198862525029667?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5129198862525029667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=5129198862525029667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5129198862525029667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5129198862525029667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-masquerade-with-people.html' title='It&apos;s A Masquerade With People'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1442976309194638864</id><published>2009-01-07T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:32:33.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Something You Can't Take Back, Words</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't have said the things I didn't mean. I know even though I'm tired, I shouldn't have said that. They are the people I love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find rest, O my soul, In God alone,&lt;br /&gt;my hope comes from Him,&lt;br /&gt;He alone is my rock and salvation,&lt;br /&gt;He is my fortress, I will not be shaken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-1442976309194638864?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1442976309194638864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1442976309194638864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1442976309194638864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1442976309194638864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/taking-something-you-cant-take-back.html' title='Taking Something You Can&apos;t Take Back, Words'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-6087339494878746231</id><published>2009-01-06T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:09:08.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Into My Life With Time As Sand</title><content type='html'>Driving today has been alright. I didn't do anything stupid at least. I know, I'm a self proclaimed klutz. Have you ever tried to remember something important but you find the memory slipping away from your grasp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering something from the Wife of Martin Guerre, Betrande tries to remember her the face of her long absent husband but fails despairingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I shouldn't make comparisons with homework huh? Don't you find it sad that you can't remember something really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me. I'm guilty of all the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading the Chronicles of Narnia in the holidays. Since being read to The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe since being a toddler, this series never grows old in my heart. Reading it everytime gives me new light on the stories and chracters. Clive Staple Lewis or you guys might know him as C. S. Lewis is an excellent writer who writes timeless stories, both stirring hearts both of young and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting from it a good line from Lucy, (I like Lucy you know, her innocence and obedience. No, I'm am not some sick paedophile.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" "Aslan," said Lucy, "you're bigger."&lt;br /&gt;"That's because you are older, little one," answered he.&lt;br /&gt;"Not because you are?"&lt;br /&gt;" I am not. But every year you grow, you will find me bigger." "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SWQp2RaEbJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/yZjpMJrQIs0/s1600-h/aslan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SWQp2RaEbJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/yZjpMJrQIs0/s400/aslan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288397874802224274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Aslan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and people tell me I'm crazy. Go read the series and you'll know what I mean. It's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-6087339494878746231?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6087339494878746231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=6087339494878746231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/6087339494878746231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/6087339494878746231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-into-my-life-with-time-as-sand.html' title='Look Into My Life With Time As Sand'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SWQp2RaEbJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/yZjpMJrQIs0/s72-c/aslan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1335616363852904032</id><published>2009-01-02T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:06:03.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Glass</title><content type='html'>The clouds have cleared and I'm free finally. The moving, chores and holiday assignments are piling up but OVER. Well almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know things had changed so much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, people change. You get your ups and downs. It's all fast. No time for adapting. It's unfair of me to expect things to stay the same forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like when I was a kid, expecting things to stay pristine forever. My new toys to stay perfect forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is time to spend time with family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-1335616363852904032?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1335616363852904032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1335616363852904032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1335616363852904032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1335616363852904032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-glass.html' title='Cold Glass'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-3168690616733281572</id><published>2009-01-02T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:47:12.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibelius My Godfather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie's busy and in Penang right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of thinking that everything would be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've become an emo. HAHA. I suppose so. I'm a non conformist. I rebel by being different. No one knows what I mean. I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was fun looking at aunties dressing up weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SV7P1tLQrpI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uzlCxKGg880/s1600-h/SL372040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SV7P1tLQrpI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uzlCxKGg880/s400/SL372040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286891534146383506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got dragged into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SV7P1D_eK0I/AAAAAAAAAls/dDuPoyeY6tU/s1600-h/SL372048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SV7P1D_eK0I/AAAAAAAAAls/dDuPoyeY6tU/s400/SL372048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286891523091082050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A crazy person..&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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SV7P009ie0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/nj9yr-a9oW4/s1600-h/SL372045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SV7P009ie0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/nj9yr-a9oW4/s400/SL372045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286891519056444226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't believe you left to NS already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SV7P0UHn7dI/AAAAAAAAAlc/PTmyR1SDHRw/s1600-h/SL372042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SV7P0UHn7dI/AAAAAAAAAlc/PTmyR1SDHRw/s400/SL372042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286891510240374226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friend.. Starting school so early? Why dressed up so 80s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had our fun. Hope I can meet up with old friends as well. But everyone's busy. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-3168690616733281572?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3168690616733281572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=3168690616733281572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3168690616733281572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3168690616733281572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/sibelius-my-godfather.html' title='Sibelius My Godfather'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SV7P1tLQrpI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uzlCxKGg880/s72-c/SL372040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-756415355703060927</id><published>2008-12-28T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:54:27.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Path In The Long Hard Road.</title><content type='html'>It has been one of the busiest Christmases ever. It's been a moving, fast paced one that is equally undesirable yet something to be tasted. Knowing myself, I would want to slow down but that is unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Singapore. The stoopid small country that you stoopid Singaporeans go to. Joking okay. Anyway, I met up with Ben and Nick and it has been fun going around Orchard Road eating and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, we took a break which wasn't really a break for my dad since he had to drive to Penang. The place wasn't bad but me and mum got a bad case of stomach flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to reflect on my walk with God since my baptism not too long back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fancy words, just keeping it simple and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to think about this with much deliberation and contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I believe in Him? Is it because I want to go to heaven? Is it because I want God to give me good grades and 'protect' me? Is it because I have been hurt by people and use him as an excuse to 'cast my cares upon him'? Is it because God is my Genie who grants me kazillion wishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that it is wrong to pray for these things, but I don't want to believe in God for the perks and the 'staff' benefits. I don't want Him to be my insurance. I don't want him to be someone who I only go to when I need something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I believe in Him because he loved me and did something that should not have happened for me. He showed me that love wins everything. I want Him to be my Father, friend and my guide forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely respect all religion, demographics, denominations in society that there is. However, I don't do this for the religion. People get it so wrong to focus on it as a religion. Yeah no doubt Christianity is a religion but I think it is more significant to me as a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear people saying that they find it a heresy and sacrilegious that people can form a relationship with God or 'marry' themselves to the church or God. In my personal opinion, there is no wrong in doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is marriage? I know I'm still young and far from the topic, but with what parents, friends and what God has taught me, marriage is about making the person you love happy for the rest of your life. Giving them all you can, giving them your trust and faith, supporting them, a want to spend the rest of your life with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get this straight, what you get when you sign up for Christianity is a small path of trials and tribulations. I'm not trying to deter anyone from believing but I think it's important to know what you are signing yourself up for. You become someone who is to be a peacemaker, a person to deny oneself, love others no matter how ugly, hateful they are. You are to give your life to God completely. It is a small and hard to take in life, but with God, I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my analogy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love Him, give Him all I can, my trust and faith, my support and my whole life to Him with no doubt because I feel His love, his presence in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. People are going to think I'm crazy, but that's what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-756415355703060927?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/756415355703060927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=756415355703060927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/756415355703060927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/756415355703060927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-path-in-long-hard-road.html' title='My Path In The Long Hard Road.'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1092444601727137896</id><published>2008-10-19T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:18:44.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Ai Lean</title><content type='html'>1. The last person to tag you is?&lt;br /&gt;Tan I Lyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the relationship between you and him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Slave driver who is absolutely merciless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impressions towards him/her?&lt;br /&gt;1) Smart&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Genius&lt;br /&gt;3) Nerd&lt;br /&gt;4) Awesome ballet dancer&lt;br /&gt;5) Smart&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing that he/she has done to you.&lt;br /&gt;Show her angry face which is mondo funny. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words that he/she said to you.&lt;br /&gt;She said that I'm lame. How memorable. Does this make you feel guilty now. Any regrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;My fans will get jealous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be really scared. She can be really scary at times huh. Haha kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is....&lt;br /&gt;Because I was LAME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desirable thing to do for him/her is?...&lt;br /&gt;Make sure she smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The overall impression to he/her is..&lt;br /&gt;Happy and a good listener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;Lame and random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The character for you for yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;Cool and cooler. Awesome and awesom-er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;Being a geek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;Understanding, patient and cooler&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/2885910971344268289-1092444601727137896?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1092444601727137896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1092444601727137896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1092444601727137896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1092444601727137896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/10/ten-ai-lean.html' title='Ten Ai Lean'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-4193736908815656098</id><published>2008-10-03T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:03:19.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>Do you get the feeling that I would ask you a weird like cuckoo question that would get you would just say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is so random... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like this one from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When you are dreaming what are your dreams about? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know. It's a weird question to pop up in the middle of class which would grant the teacher to clear their throat and annoy the socks off them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know what I dream of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dream of being a pimp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SOcFzkGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/nuHvvsIkslE/s400/BLACK_PIMP_CLOSE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253173873774001058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Big pause eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay. I have to stop that. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dream of having wings to fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SOcGmLSTANI/AAAAAAAAAZE/UxK_fRz-Ets/s400/sky-30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253174743285301458" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-4193736908815656098?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4193736908815656098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=4193736908815656098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4193736908815656098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4193736908815656098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/10/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SOcFzkGpe6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/nuHvvsIkslE/s72-c/BLACK_PIMP_CLOSE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-8190498548847801948</id><published>2008-09-13T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:31:52.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loch Mae Haert</title><content type='html'>It's been a hiatus since I last blogged. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long gone were the days where I could just bum around and do stuff I wanted to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's important to you? Is you're pride important to you? You having the last word? It is still not too late. The late is when you STOP. How senseless we use the word love isn't it? Or the word hate? Or the four letter words we hear everyday. It disgusts me. People taking things for granted and say things we don't mean. That's just lying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the part which hurts when you listen. But... if you stand strong, what would you achieve? Trust, faith, hope, senseless joy and love. What is more important to you? I may not be inside you anymore but when the love is bigger than anything, it always prevails. Stand strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there anyone who could stand strong with me? I am still looking hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-8190498548847801948?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8190498548847801948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=8190498548847801948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8190498548847801948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8190498548847801948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/09/loch-mae-haert.html' title='Loch Mae Haert'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-7819314299196518312</id><published>2008-09-13T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:31:13.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me On A Sunday Please</title><content type='html'>I really have been feeling the roller coaster of emotions this year. I'm really not surprised that people would just back away from me and think I'm some kind of emotional or psychotic freak. I owe people many apologies. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it because I came to a new place and I just can't start over? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it because I just had to grow up so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, I realise how much more complex I seem to be when I came here. I so stupid sometimes. Does that mean I can't be who I really want to be? No, I'm not blaming anyone.  People have different priorities. People define a 'friend' differently. People define 'love' differently as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandon may have better luck than I have. That's why I wanted him to have 3 years to work on it since I find myself failing and failing again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. I will not give myself any pity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'We fall down to pick ourselves up again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that line. It's from Batman. I like Batman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question of the day: How much do you know about your friends? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have to stand strong.&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/2885910971344268289-7819314299196518312?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7819314299196518312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=7819314299196518312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7819314299196518312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7819314299196518312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/09/tell-me-on-sunday-please.html' title='Tell Me On A Sunday Please'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-9048126131387141078</id><published>2008-07-25T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:17:10.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unending Hope</title><content type='html'>I need You. I am so lost somehow. I feel the world is closing upon me. I know it may seem so small and unimportant but just lead me and I will go. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have Your hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a week where I am evaluating on my relationships, faith and basically stuff. I have been trying to differentiate the difference of what's real to me. What really matters to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compassion. That's what we need in this world which is collapsing in to pieces. The world has hope. Life is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-9048126131387141078?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9048126131387141078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=9048126131387141078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/9048126131387141078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/9048126131387141078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/unending-hope.html' title='The Unending Hope'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-4764377734629427138</id><published>2008-07-18T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:00.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loose Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SIFmU1yIGGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S_8kX59UuH8/s1600-h/DSC08819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SIFmU1yIGGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S_8kX59UuH8/s400/DSC08819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224569550947227746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It haw been a good trip back home to Malaysia. The flight wasn't so good though. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am a lazy person and I didn't blog about it until much later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I went to Vinser's "surprise party which in the end wasn't much of a surprise because he was a spoilt sport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great fun and I enjoyed catching up with family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have read a book which made me think. Everyone hears this all the time though but we often just put it behind our minds knowing yet not knowing that we take every new day for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You learn how to live when you learn how to die." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It asks us a rhetorical question of: would you live life only to the fullest when you know you are dying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May God grant us the strength to move on everyday. Really does the small things matter anymore? Your pride, how you look, money or even studies, how many people liking you (popularity) or whatever. I feel that our belief/ faith, family, friends and loved ones matter the most now. That's my number one priority. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-4764377734629427138?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4764377734629427138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=4764377734629427138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4764377734629427138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4764377734629427138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/loose-socks.html' title='Loose Socks'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SIFmU1yIGGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S_8kX59UuH8/s72-c/DSC08819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-8020110015345372011</id><published>2008-07-06T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:00.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can See My Transparent Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SHCgv9IyREI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0WQjbTDXMxI/s1600-h/hands-come-togther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SHCgv9IyREI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0WQjbTDXMxI/s400/hands-come-togther.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219848713848112194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;-edit-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brothers mean the world to me. No matter what happens, we're brothers. We're all in it together, through everything that happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stand strong together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-8020110015345372011?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8020110015345372011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=8020110015345372011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8020110015345372011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8020110015345372011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-see-my-transparent-strings.html' title='I Can See My Transparent Strings'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SHCgv9IyREI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0WQjbTDXMxI/s72-c/hands-come-togther.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-3667814763465209732</id><published>2008-05-12T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:38:55.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Away In The Hindered People's Land</title><content type='html'>The exams are near to this date I'm blogging. I'm am getting the heeby-jeebies. Haha.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just blogging just for the fun of it. Went out for Daniel's birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Pancake parlour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know, it's the same story with Krispy Kreme and everyone says I'm ungrateful. Lots of people rant how good it is or they rant that it isn't such a big deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My statement after eating Krispy Kreme is: Okay. Haha. I know I am such a sit on the fence kind of guy. Don't blame me. No sweet tooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feeling oh-so-lazy. Gotta kick my arse to work. &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/2885910971344268289-3667814763465209732?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3667814763465209732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=3667814763465209732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3667814763465209732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3667814763465209732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-away-in-hindered-peoples-land.html' title='Look Away In The Hindered People&apos;s Land'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-6364377653822241164</id><published>2008-04-28T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:01.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Us Be The Peacemakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know. I should be shot for not updating my blog. I have lost track of time in Melbourne. The weather is getting cold. So is my will to wake up in the mornings when my butt refuses to lift off. Haha. Yes. I'm still lame as ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really miss home but I know I have to make do of what I have here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SBW_WFDpckI/AAAAAAAAAX4/k7xr7Jq5ck0/s1600-h/CIMG9712.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Went out with Ben and gang to La Pochetta and then we went to the pancake parlour next door in Doncaster.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SBW_WFDpckI/AAAAAAAAAX4/k7xr7Jq5ck0/s400/CIMG9712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194268131277238850" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The crazy bunch. Happy Birthday Ben. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SBW_WlDpclI/AAAAAAAAAYA/wOY2MYmpBiM/s1600-h/CIMG9713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SBW_WlDpclI/AAAAAAAAAYA/wOY2MYmpBiM/s400/CIMG9713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194268139867173458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben is always smiling. Daniel is always perving. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SBW_XFDpcmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kFTgQf09yMk/s1600-h/CIMG9735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SBW_XFDpcmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kFTgQf09yMk/s400/CIMG9735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194268148457108066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup. We said they are Ben and Ben in action. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SBW_XVDpcnI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FMLF46n5REs/s1600-h/CIMG9744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SBW_XVDpcnI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FMLF46n5REs/s400/CIMG9744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194268152752075378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last pictures are for the final doodoo. Stacey. Don't act cute puhleese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SBW_XlDpcoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/uewc3gS2n24/s1600-h/disp_pic.cgi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I will have to make time for the next post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last word of the blog: Steps!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-6364377653822241164?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6364377653822241164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=6364377653822241164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/6364377653822241164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/6364377653822241164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-us-be-peacemakers.html' title='Let Us Be The Peacemakers'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/SBW_WFDpckI/AAAAAAAAAX4/k7xr7Jq5ck0/s72-c/CIMG9712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1921372850597127335</id><published>2008-03-25T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:51:52.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amici Siempre</title><content type='html'>1. Who is your all-time inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;God, family and my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you given your first kiss away?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 3 blog buddies you would take with you? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Zi Qian. Someone who is on the same wave-length as me. We share our frustrations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace. She can tell me stories till I sleep. Nah. Joking yeah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephanie. Someone who will listen to my lame jokes and will roll my eyes with me when the person above makes a bimbo statement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;A place with all my friends and my loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone to be happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Uhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Get me a new ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful, funny and chilli padi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;-Accept me and love me as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Funny person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Responsible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Loving and shows lots of compassion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Likes to watch cartoons like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Likes going out like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Likes holding my hand.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most? Ignorant people who don't try to learn.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Highlight of the week? My mom's here in Melbourne. I sound like a mother's kid. Xp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea. I guess if it's helpful then please tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;My loved ones. The art of living a good life and having no regrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;br /&gt;Not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Find a word to describe the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Chili padi!!! She's like the most active person I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;??? Erm. I suppose being more efficient and not so slow...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Whats the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?&lt;br /&gt;A mad person coming up to me and talking gibberish. Actually, that wasn't shocking. It was actually kinda sad and pitiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you thinking now?&lt;br /&gt;I miss home. I sound like a brat though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been keeping in touch with people in Kl. I feel like an idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people here are friendly but after all I'm still a newbie and I suppose it's all still new and fresh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my best friend is in the distance but I'm gonna try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other best friend is also having difficulty in life but I'm gonna try as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No photos. Too lazy. Xp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-1921372850597127335?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1921372850597127335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1921372850597127335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1921372850597127335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1921372850597127335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/amici-siempre.html' title='Amici Siempre'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-3960358336485326248</id><published>2008-03-14T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:13:55.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sang Out My Voice</title><content type='html'>I am getting tired of going all the way to Hawthorn and back just for piano lessons. Public transport isn't cheap even with the concession. I know Ying Ling would complain that one lesson will cost her one outfit. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ying Ling came to the down under that day. I met her in Flinders Station to bring her out for Max Brenners. Chocolate shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sakao for the sakai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt many thing in this country. You do things that you wouldn't usually do. I thank God for giving me the right friends here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My outcomes are coming soon. Ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-3960358336485326248?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3960358336485326248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=3960358336485326248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3960358336485326248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3960358336485326248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/sang-out-my-voice.html' title='Sang Out My Voice'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-3244042026158163208</id><published>2008-02-26T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:03.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break The Horizons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PeVXTQu1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6jLihDMMXG8/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PeVXTQu1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6jLihDMMXG8/s400/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171221255764884306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cloudy day at the swimming carnival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PeVnTQu2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/GVqcNkUJvvk/s1600-h/DSC00584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PeVnTQu2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/GVqcNkUJvvk/s400/DSC00584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171221260059851618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so the tiger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PeV3TQu3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/oa6FyLpA6sM/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PeV3TQu3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/oa6FyLpA6sM/s400/DSC00585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171221264354818930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yellow house. Windsor!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PeWXTQu4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/gJx3pLxGjTQ/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PeWXTQu4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/gJx3pLxGjTQ/s400/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171221272944753538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PeWnTQu5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/IzXoamlotCk/s1600-h/DSC01914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PeWnTQu5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/IzXoamlotCk/s400/DSC01914.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171221277239720850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to koko black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PdG3TQuwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ZRyXHi8b5qg/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PdG3TQuwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ZRyXHi8b5qg/s400/DSC00576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171219907145153282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Eat me. EAT ME!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PdHHTQuxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/NTEfdC2ATIA/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PdHHTQuxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/NTEfdC2ATIA/s400/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171219911440120594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shoot peace. Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PdHnTQuyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2CmjtBcKK_c/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PdHnTQuyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2CmjtBcKK_c/s400/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171219920030055202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two hot chocolates, cappuccino and a baby ccino. (The one with a raspberry smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PdH3TQuzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ib4goltAgIY/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PdH3TQuzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ib4goltAgIY/s400/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171219924325022514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For once something looks as advertised. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PdIHTQu0I/AAAAAAAAAXI/icxxNhJTcB0/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PdIHTQu0I/AAAAAAAAAXI/icxxNhJTcB0/s400/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171219928619989826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Down the street&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/2885910971344268289-3244042026158163208?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3244042026158163208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=3244042026158163208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3244042026158163208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3244042026158163208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/break-horizons.html' title='Break The Horizons'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R8PeVXTQu1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6jLihDMMXG8/s72-c/DSC00583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-3028120020073127590</id><published>2008-02-16T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:05.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Without Shells</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;School uniform. Like it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R7u-PnTQuvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KAGK9eNhPfo/s1600-h/PICT0009_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R7u-PnTQuvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KAGK9eNhPfo/s400/PICT0009_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168934172794862322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss home like so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R7u9QnTQuuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/s4KkywTFcWE/s400/SP_A0991.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168933090463103714" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R7kfRHTQupI/AAAAAAAAAVw/nbfDltVkCFw/s1600-h/CIMG1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R7kfRHTQupI/AAAAAAAAAVw/nbfDltVkCFw/s400/CIMG1115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168196426262428306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R7kfRnTQuqI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NlnwNiHmsqk/s1600-h/CIMG1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R7kfRnTQuqI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NlnwNiHmsqk/s400/CIMG1116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168196434852362914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R7kfSHTQurI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UKTim7gZ_Pw/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R7kfSHTQurI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UKTim7gZ_Pw/s400/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168196443442297522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R7kfSnTQusI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1MegVjT8Fmw/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R7kfSnTQusI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1MegVjT8Fmw/s400/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168196452032232130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday, the teachers from the whole state of Victoria on strike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that doesn't happen in Kl.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was distributing roses on Valentines day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pizza day on Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crepe day on Tuesday. We were using Fob (fresh-off the-boat) pronunciation for crepe. Creepy? Crap? Creep? All of us are creeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krispy Kreme day on Monday. Yes. You'll get use to the sweetness when you're here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't believe how boring the food here is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how Wen Xian puts on weight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast- cereal, cereal, cereal, cereal, Maggi mee (salvation), cereal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R7kfS3TQutI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/zBH8cCtP2gQ/s400/Nerd01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168196456327199442" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch- Sandwich, sandwich, sandwich, sandwich, sandwich and occasionally pasta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner has so much more variety.&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/2885910971344268289-3028120020073127590?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3028120020073127590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=3028120020073127590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3028120020073127590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3028120020073127590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/school-without-shells.html' title='School Without Shells'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R7u-PnTQuvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KAGK9eNhPfo/s72-c/PICT0009_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-689749705031226024</id><published>2008-02-09T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:06.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts Of Resilience</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R65iCXTQujI/AAAAAAAAAVA/-4ulimPmnxk/s400/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165173615394601522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look what I found on my phone. Such a gay ass. Grace and Mei Shan said someone was acting gay by himself. Sad. I feel sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R65iC3TQukI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Tcdok-GbHZc/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R65iC3TQukI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Tcdok-GbHZc/s400/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165173623984536130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School basketball courts. There's like I think 6 more. I have no idea why do they need so many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R65iDHTQulI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/coyPLjsFyso/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R65iDHTQulI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/coyPLjsFyso/s400/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165173628279503442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cafeteria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll have to find time to update my blog soon. How dare you insult me Han Hwa. &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/2885910971344268289-689749705031226024?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/689749705031226024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=689749705031226024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/689749705031226024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/689749705031226024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/gifts-of-resilience.html' title='Gifts Of Resilience'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R65iCXTQujI/AAAAAAAAAVA/-4ulimPmnxk/s72-c/DSC00509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1968454944375786445</id><published>2008-02-04T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:48:31.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me The Sunshine Of My Life</title><content type='html'>I wish I was back home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should just keep myself busy and keep my nose in the books where it belongs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Australia Day long long long long time ago last month and we had steak as all Aussie 'blokes' do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lockers here are very irritating. It's not like the way you see in movies where you think that all the the students are so glamourous and have lockers and walk to class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope. All those stuff makes you late and you'll need a late pass. 3 lates and you're out of the class for good. That's what my Physics teacher said. Some people said he was previously in the army. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't imagine how tiresome lunch is here. No more buying from the canteen. Tandoori chicken sandwich? No way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I guess I'm healthier since I've been like eating peaches and grapes everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup. The school is typically separated into jocks, cheerleaders, nerd (anime club readers club) and us normal people. But all of us get along well enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 subjects. 6 periods. 2-3 free periods. I do not like the days with all subjects. Tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese is okay to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English is a piece of cake. ESL. All the foreign students are in that class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics. Asian (an ugly word) Male Only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry. Good people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Han Hwa. There isn't a person in this school who can match your retarded-ness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-1968454944375786445?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1968454944375786445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1968454944375786445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1968454944375786445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1968454944375786445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/02/give-me-sunshine-of-my-life.html' title='Give Me The Sunshine Of My Life'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-2046279067263484310</id><published>2008-01-25T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:52:36.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Exchanges Quickly</title><content type='html'>Okie. I know it may sound really LOA to other people but here are my online times. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would most probably find me online during Malaysian time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2:30-4:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-and-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6:30-8:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Disclaimer: No I am not online at both times but most probably during one of those times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mail me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-2046279067263484310?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2046279067263484310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=2046279067263484310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2046279067263484310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2046279067263484310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-exchanges-quickly.html' title='Time Exchanges Quickly'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-3292428827619484172</id><published>2008-01-23T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:07.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing In Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R5gtVra3gzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/h4B8lUZYnf4/s1600-h/PICT0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R5gtVra3gzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/h4B8lUZYnf4/s400/PICT0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158923223608820530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R5gtV7a3g0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/A2qz5QYsGJ8/s1600-h/PICT0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R5gtV7a3g0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/A2qz5QYsGJ8/s400/PICT0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158923227903787842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R5gtWLa3g1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/BSRXpRszCjM/s1600-h/PICT0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R5gtWLa3g1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/BSRXpRszCjM/s400/PICT0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158923232198755154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R5gtWba3g2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JopbqYAfwlo/s1600-h/PICT0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R5gtWba3g2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JopbqYAfwlo/s400/PICT0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158923236493722466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R5gtW7a3g3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/UDSvj2jBu-c/s1600-h/PICT0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R5gtW7a3g3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/UDSvj2jBu-c/s400/PICT0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158923245083657074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing in action and I'm missing you so much. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived safely people and I already miss you guys heaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2885910971344268289-3292428827619484172?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3292428827619484172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=3292428827619484172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3292428827619484172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3292428827619484172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing In Action'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R5gtVra3gzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/h4B8lUZYnf4/s72-c/PICT0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-309856419690863609</id><published>2008-01-13T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:07.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yup it's my last week and I'm really getting desperate to see people for the last time for a very long time. If I don't make use of this week I'm gonna so kill myself for it man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haih. I went to Bali and I lost a lot of time but yet I gained time with my family. It's so bitter sweet thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No pics. Sorry guys. Ok maybe if I have the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R4oK_Gw1wEI/AAAAAAAAATU/PBU9qyuY3fQ/s400/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154944802742452290" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-309856419690863609?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/309856419690863609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=309856419690863609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/309856419690863609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/309856419690863609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-my-last.html' title='This Is My Last'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R4oK_Gw1wEI/AAAAAAAAATU/PBU9qyuY3fQ/s72-c/DSC00528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-4961155838089685816</id><published>2008-01-07T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:08.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky Showed My Feelings Today</title><content type='html'>Thanks for having lunch with me Ying Ling and Ian. I supposed we had a weird time of a water bra story. Thanks so much... I can't stop think about what you said now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have lost it. I am not focused. I almost lost my resolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice to do it alone. I wished I had someone to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am silenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R4IPqGw1wDI/AAAAAAAAATM/PJOaL_Xxta4/s1600-h/silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R4IPqGw1wDI/AAAAAAAAATM/PJOaL_Xxta4/s400/silence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152698139709653042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-4961155838089685816?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4961155838089685816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=4961155838089685816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4961155838089685816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4961155838089685816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/sky-showed-my-feelings-today.html' title='The Sky Showed My Feelings Today'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R4IPqGw1wDI/AAAAAAAAATM/PJOaL_Xxta4/s72-c/silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-4418698734625016450</id><published>2008-01-03T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:59:51.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Houdini Act</title><content type='html'>I feel like making a disappearing act right now. Just pull the band-aid fast from your skin. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know but i really still want to go out with friends and family even though I'm still going out with them. Maybe it's just me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel kinda distant with everybody. I can't really talk to anyone right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so paranoid also. Bugger me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wen Xian if you're reading this... when can we go out? You said you want to go to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FONG FEI GEI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-4418698734625016450?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4418698734625016450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=4418698734625016450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4418698734625016450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4418698734625016450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/houdini-act.html' title='A Houdini Act'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1301205028945893068</id><published>2008-01-02T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T05:22:02.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blissful Euphemisms</title><content type='html'>Haha. I was talking to a friend which agreed with me that we wouldn't do tags unless the tagger wrote our full names specifically. Smart Sarah. =) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1:On the Outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : Bryan Yong Hoe&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth : 20 April 1991&lt;br /&gt;Current Status : That's for me to know and you to guess.&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour : Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour : Black&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty : Righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign : Taurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2:On the Inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage : Mix here a bit and mixed there a bit but I'm sure got at least 50% chinese. &lt;br /&gt;Your Fear : Saying goodbye for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness : Being gullible &lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza : Less crust more ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3:Yesterday, Today &amp;amp; Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up : No more mamak. &lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime : Varies from 10 to 2&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory : The time when everyone was happy, whether friends or family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your PickPepsi or Coke : COKE!&lt;br /&gt;McD's or Burger King : Carl's Jr&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates : Single&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike : Nike&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea : Lipton&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla : Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Cappucino or Coffee : No caffeine please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 5:Do You . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke : Nope&lt;br /&gt;Curse : Depends. &lt;br /&gt;Drink : Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 6:In the Past Month&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol : Nope&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall : Yes and quite a lot of times also. &lt;br /&gt;Been on stage : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair : I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 7:Have You Ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game : Nope&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in : I won't say no and I won't say yes either. But for me mostly no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AgeYou're hoping to be married : 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 9:In A Guy/Girl&lt;br /&gt;Best eye colour : Green.&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour : Anything&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair : Shoulder length?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 10:What Were You Doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute ago : On the phone&lt;br /&gt;1 hour ago : In a shopping mall&lt;br /&gt;1 month ago : Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago : Celebrating New year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 11:Finish The Sentences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love : the feeling of truly being loved. I guess that what everyone wants.&lt;br /&gt;I feel : confused. Sad. Excited. Anxious. Tired&lt;br /&gt;I miss : Malaysia and home already.&lt;br /&gt;I need : to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 12:Tag 5 People&lt;div&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry so not sporting lar.&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/2885910971344268289-1301205028945893068?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1301205028945893068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1301205028945893068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1301205028945893068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1301205028945893068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/blissful-euphemisms.html' title='Blissful Euphemisms'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-317465675932933291</id><published>2008-01-01T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:08.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senza Procurio</title><content type='html'>It's been really busy and I kinda feel the regret for not even wishing some people Happy New Year so... Happy New Year. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year shows many promises and beginnings with endings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I hesitate too much but I guess I know what I need to do in the end. As you people probably heard of so many people ranting about how much they will miss home... but I'm even missing it even now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Begin your year with a bang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3sQP2w1wCI/AAAAAAAAATE/RmVenyuRlqI/s400/PICT0129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150728463412740130" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-317465675932933291?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/317465675932933291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=317465675932933291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/317465675932933291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/317465675932933291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2008/01/senza-procurio.html' title='Senza Procurio'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3sQP2w1wCI/AAAAAAAAATE/RmVenyuRlqI/s72-c/PICT0129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-7987174241509780373</id><published>2007-12-28T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:09.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look At The Posers (Mannikin???) In The Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was a day with no sunshine as four girls used the webcam on my com to camwhore and laugh like giggly girls. Stephanie you're no exception this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XofItlYYI/AAAAAAAAASk/Vp6kPZFm5do/s1600-h/Photo+49.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XofItlYYI/AAAAAAAAASk/Vp6kPZFm5do/s400/Photo+49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149277370580296066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XofYtlYZI/AAAAAAAAASs/XwMXKYxLj2U/s1600-h/Photo+50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XofYtlYZI/AAAAAAAAASs/XwMXKYxLj2U/s400/Photo+50.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149277374875263378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XofYtlYaI/AAAAAAAAAS0/db1_RYtW6CQ/s1600-h/Photo+58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XofYtlYaI/AAAAAAAAAS0/db1_RYtW6CQ/s400/Photo+58.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149277374875263394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at Grace. Hohoho. Constipated buddies with Mei Shan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XofYtlYbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SRx5ZLbh9ms/s1600-h/Photo+60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XofYtlYbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SRx5ZLbh9ms/s400/Photo+60.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149277374875263410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XoGotlYTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8jKFUFfYSkE/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XoGotlYTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8jKFUFfYSkE/s400/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149276949673500978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look what we found on somebody's phone. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XoG4tlYUI/AAAAAAAAASE/r-VNyvlz02w/s1600-h/Photo+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XoG4tlYUI/AAAAAAAAASE/r-VNyvlz02w/s400/Photo+15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149276953968468290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XoG4tlYVI/AAAAAAAAASM/BkoHkYQzWGs/s1600-h/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XoG4tlYVI/AAAAAAAAASM/BkoHkYQzWGs/s400/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149276953968468306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, the picture that's long awaited. Mei Shan's muscle pic. Muaaahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XoHItlYXI/AAAAAAAAASc/1pRgSUX6qF8/s1600-h/Photo+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XoHItlYXI/AAAAAAAAASc/1pRgSUX6qF8/s400/Photo+47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149276958263435634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quote of that day:&lt;div&gt;"You know ah, after the LEO Leadership camp I came back black and you know I got muscle now. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;-Chu Mei Shan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-7987174241509780373?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7987174241509780373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=7987174241509780373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7987174241509780373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7987174241509780373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/12/look-at-posers-mannikin-in-window.html' title='Look At The Posers (Mannikin???) In The Window'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R3XofItlYYI/AAAAAAAAASk/Vp6kPZFm5do/s72-c/Photo+49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-5812531818034955428</id><published>2007-12-23T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:10.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solamente Hermano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't blame you for hating me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have any expectations. It's just I get the pressure as well.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so useless sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;You can do a lot of stuff that I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be so discouraging in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't take it from them and pass it down to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R24lkYtlYSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/MS-bGEPiu3s/s1600-h/PICT0031_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R24lkYtlYSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/MS-bGEPiu3s/s400/PICT0031_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147092731170218274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my only brother.&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/2885910971344268289-5812531818034955428?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5812531818034955428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=5812531818034955428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5812531818034955428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5812531818034955428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/12/solamente-hermano.html' title='Solamente Hermano'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R24lkYtlYSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/MS-bGEPiu3s/s72-c/PICT0031_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-30314092110084505</id><published>2007-12-21T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:12.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradizo Pieta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singapore trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y3PotlYNI/AAAAAAAAARM/iDzn7Hh5Ge8/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y3PotlYNI/AAAAAAAAARM/iDzn7Hh5Ge8/s400/DSC00502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146689953432166610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y3QItlYOI/AAAAAAAAARU/Wq4aY1RmSh0/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y3QItlYOI/AAAAAAAAARU/Wq4aY1RmSh0/s400/DSC00504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146689962022101218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y3QotlYPI/AAAAAAAAARc/nX4XOZxfJ4k/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y3QotlYPI/AAAAAAAAARc/nX4XOZxfJ4k/s400/DSC00505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146689970612035826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y3Q4tlYQI/AAAAAAAAARk/35AGrJKZlPA/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y3Q4tlYQI/AAAAAAAAARk/35AGrJKZlPA/s400/DSC00506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146689974907003138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y2KYtlYMI/AAAAAAAAARE/_fEidexcxAA/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y2KYtlYMI/AAAAAAAAARE/_fEidexcxAA/s400/DSC00501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146688763726225602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y2JotlYJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/blbBzsuOpyA/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y2JotlYJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/blbBzsuOpyA/s400/DSC00485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146688750841323666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y2J4tlYKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/aRHfHBkmblU/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y2J4tlYKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/aRHfHBkmblU/s400/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146688755136290978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y2KItlYLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/C4Q-lNuNdnw/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y2KItlYLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/C4Q-lNuNdnw/s400/DSC00489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146688759431258290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Melbourne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y0vItlYDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/APsLVeqMbdo/s1600-h/DSC00428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y0vItlYDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/APsLVeqMbdo/s400/DSC00428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146687196063162418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I'd like Mei Shan and Grace to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y2JItlYII/AAAAAAAAAQk/pS_Sca9nPb8/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y2JItlYII/AAAAAAAAAQk/pS_Sca9nPb8/s400/DSC00480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146688742251389058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y0vYtlYEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/QF0_AQbsEKs/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y0vYtlYEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/QF0_AQbsEKs/s400/DSC00440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146687200358129730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balwyn in The City of Boroondara, city of paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y0votlYFI/AAAAAAAAAQM/909S-GQRfgs/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y0votlYFI/AAAAAAAAAQM/909S-GQRfgs/s400/DSC00451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146687204653097042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y0wItlYGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dDzgjjnEmpo/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y0wItlYGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dDzgjjnEmpo/s400/DSC00452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146687213243031650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y0wYtlYHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3_6_QRt1TWk/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y0wYtlYHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3_6_QRt1TWk/s400/DSC00477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146687217537998962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-30314092110084505?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/30314092110084505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=30314092110084505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/30314092110084505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/30314092110084505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/12/paradizo-pieta.html' title='Paradizo Pieta'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R2y3PotlYNI/AAAAAAAAARM/iDzn7Hh5Ge8/s72-c/DSC00502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1989787401630832293</id><published>2007-11-30T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:13.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing At The Wall Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R1AO9WY1WPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/je4S_zS5HgQ/s1600-R/fns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R1AO9WY1WPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-0B4RSaPtBU/s400/fns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138623621974284530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad and I went to Fraser's Hill for a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R1AO92Y1WQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/7_aESCeG_fc/s1600-R/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R1AO92Y1WQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vs9iWSST8rs/s400/IMG_0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138623630564219138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday dinner for Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R1AO-GY1WRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8lkdvSrEF88/s1600-R/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R1AO-GY1WRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DylLMXMRo8w/s400/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138623634859186450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going away for a week. So I'm not blogging then. I'm also missing camp. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't need to be alone.  You have a friend.&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/2885910971344268289-1989787401630832293?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1989787401630832293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1989787401630832293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1989787401630832293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1989787401630832293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/laughing-at-wall-alone.html' title='Laughing At The Wall Alone'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R1AO9WY1WPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-0B4RSaPtBU/s72-c/fns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1559762268496635904</id><published>2007-11-26T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:14.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reminiscence From My Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0uEgGY1WMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RlclPXLLySE/s1600-h/IMG_7229_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0uEgGY1WMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RlclPXLLySE/s400/IMG_7229_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137345486951635138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0uEg2Y1WNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LruY4HEowus/s1600-h/IMG_7231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0uEg2Y1WNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LruY4HEowus/s400/IMG_7231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137345499836537042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0uEhWY1WOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PO5FIfJ6RIE/s1600-h/IMG_7234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0uEhWY1WOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PO5FIfJ6RIE/s400/IMG_7234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137345508426471650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're pouting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0t9k2Y1WJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xBU2xD46oY8/s1600-h/IMG_7172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0t9k2Y1WJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xBU2xD46oY8/s400/IMG_7172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137337871974619282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0t9mWY1WKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yJyNeA-6LsQ/s1600-h/IMG_7188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0t9mWY1WKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yJyNeA-6LsQ/s400/IMG_7188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137337897744423074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0t9nGY1WLI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YrXAeRZU1OU/s1600-h/IMG_7214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0t9nGY1WLI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YrXAeRZU1OU/s400/IMG_7214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137337910629324978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0tzhWY1WGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3BsoXbU93LA/s1600-h/IMG_6979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0tzhWY1WGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3BsoXbU93LA/s400/IMG_6979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137326816728799330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0tzh2Y1WHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/j-GE2LtX1Zo/s1600-h/IMG_7061_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0tzh2Y1WHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/j-GE2LtX1Zo/s400/IMG_7061_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137326825318733938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0tziWY1WII/AAAAAAAAAOs/mN2RpZ0kejA/s1600-h/IMG_7160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0tziWY1WII/AAAAAAAAAOs/mN2RpZ0kejA/s400/IMG_7160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137326833908668546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleep your head off la.&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/2885910971344268289-1559762268496635904?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1559762268496635904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1559762268496635904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1559762268496635904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1559762268496635904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/reminiscence-from-my-past.html' title='A Reminiscence From My Past'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0uEgGY1WMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RlclPXLLySE/s72-c/IMG_7229_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1080323234952639834</id><published>2007-11-20T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:16.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicità</title><content type='html'>No more emo stuff ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way? Since when I'm in the category emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mei Shan and Grace's birthday party last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday girls. Sweet 16teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LiTmY1V_I/AAAAAAAAANk/DEE8vGEHjjQ/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LiTmY1V_I/AAAAAAAAANk/DEE8vGEHjjQ/s400/DSC00401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134915351505885170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LhxGY1V6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/zrAkv1PmHJU/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LhxGY1V6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/zrAkv1PmHJU/s400/DSC00315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134914758800398242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LhyGY1V8I/AAAAAAAAANM/UCwx07ccSG4/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LhyGY1V8I/AAAAAAAAANM/UCwx07ccSG4/s400/DSC00396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134914775980267458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LhyGY1V9I/AAAAAAAAANU/3Qi0EMcMgKQ/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LhyGY1V9I/AAAAAAAAANU/3Qi0EMcMgKQ/s400/DSC00398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134914775980267474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0Lhw2Y1V5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/oql6AEJcjiY/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0Lhw2Y1V5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/oql6AEJcjiY/s400/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134914754505430930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the Kay Poh girls. Dedicated to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LiTWY1V-I/AAAAAAAAANc/z-AGDFXKwV8/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LiTWY1V-I/AAAAAAAAANc/z-AGDFXKwV8/s400/DSC00399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134915347210917858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I got something for Teng Han Liang. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LkIGY1WFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/maOOajt-N5A/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LkIGY1WFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/maOOajt-N5A/s400/DSC00391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134917352960645202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I went to Genting Highlands with my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LiUGY1WAI/AAAAAAAAANs/MEBwt7qpJ5M/s1600-h/PICT0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LiUGY1WAI/AAAAAAAAANs/MEBwt7qpJ5M/s400/PICT0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134915360095819778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LiUWY1WBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Pm8h3JuPxvA/s1600-h/PICT0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LiUWY1WBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Pm8h3JuPxvA/s400/PICT0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134915364390787090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0Li8WY1WEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iDd58LtK_L0/s1600-h/PICT0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0Li8WY1WEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iDd58LtK_L0/s320/PICT0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134916051585554498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok random kiddo facts I picked up from friends and the crazy ideas we thought up as kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was a kid, I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That when I eat a watermelon seed, A watermelon tree/plant will grow on my head.&lt;br /&gt;-Teng Han Liang &amp;amp; Peng Han Hwa (Nonsense brothers. Since when watermelon grows on trees?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should never step on the lines of the tiles in the shopping centre or I'll get electrocuted.&lt;br /&gt;-Ok I'm guilty of this one. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not go near clowns.&lt;br /&gt;-Reasonable enough, Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I may not seem like the person who likes kids, but I think we shouldn't hate them. They are innocent although they poop and make bollocks of noise. Where do we all come from? The idiots...&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/2885910971344268289-1080323234952639834?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1080323234952639834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1080323234952639834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1080323234952639834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1080323234952639834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/felicit.html' title='Felicità'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/R0LiTmY1V_I/AAAAAAAAANk/DEE8vGEHjjQ/s72-c/DSC00401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-9072930680199775875</id><published>2007-11-15T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:18.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion Is What The World Needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Compassion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;慈心...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Medeleven...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mitleid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Οίκτος...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pietà...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;同情...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;연민...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Участливость...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Compasión...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0bnWY1V3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/oOBY1DHKlSY/s1600-h/kindness2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0bnWY1V3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/oOBY1DHKlSY/s400/kindness2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133289513110820722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is what the world needs to give and receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A collection of photos from the few trips we made to Australia. Stephanie, I doubt you're online since you're so busy now but look, I know I whine a lot but there's the beautiful side of Australia I sometimes forget to see. These photos were taken by my dad, and I'm proud to say they put many photographers to shame. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0blGY1V0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/6GgfXY9bYIA/s1600-h/2005+Oct+Sydney+%26+Melbourne+2+444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0blGY1V0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/6GgfXY9bYIA/s400/2005+Oct+Sydney+%26+Melbourne+2+444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133289474456115010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother likes to smirk. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0bmmY1V1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/evPrgjBsnf0/s1600-h/2005+Oct+Sydney+%26+Melbourne+2+457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0bmmY1V1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/evPrgjBsnf0/s400/2005+Oct+Sydney+%26+Melbourne+2+457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133289500225918802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0bnGY1V2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/OJTjdUqQgbM/s1600-h/2005+Oct+Sydney+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0bnGY1V2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/OJTjdUqQgbM/s400/2005+Oct+Sydney+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133289508815853410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0bnmY1V4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/fc7t1as-TCE/s1600-h/PN+Great+Ocean+Road+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0bnmY1V4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/fc7t1as-TCE/s400/PN+Great+Ocean+Road+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133289517405788034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great Ocean road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0Z4GY1VvI/AAAAAAAAALk/AavXpU7Szbs/s1600-h/2005+Oct+Sydney+%26+Melbourne+2+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0Z4GY1VvI/AAAAAAAAALk/AavXpU7Szbs/s320/2005+Oct+Sydney+%26+Melbourne+2+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133287601850373874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0Z42Y1VwI/AAAAAAAAALs/zZ3dwMUVvVM/s1600-h/2005+Oct+Sydney+%26+Melbourne+2+299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0Z42Y1VwI/AAAAAAAAALs/zZ3dwMUVvVM/s320/2005+Oct+Sydney+%26+Melbourne+2+299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133287614735275778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0Z5WY1VxI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zEyiCs4Vi58/s1600-h/2005+Oct+Sydney+%26+Melbourne+2+306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0Z5WY1VxI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zEyiCs4Vi58/s320/2005+Oct+Sydney+%26+Melbourne+2+306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133287623325210386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken up in the St. Kilda wharf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0Z5mY1VyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DanfQOHEq24/s1600-h/2005+Oct+Sydney+%26+Melbourne+2+330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0Z5mY1VyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DanfQOHEq24/s320/2005+Oct+Sydney+%26+Melbourne+2+330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133287627620177698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's either the tree upside down or it's the weird statue. CBD area, near Collins St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0Z6WY1VzI/AAAAAAAAAME/oy57EvNEFLc/s1600-h/2005+Oct+Sydney+%26+Melbourne+2+430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0Z6WY1VzI/AAAAAAAAAME/oy57EvNEFLc/s320/2005+Oct+Sydney+%26+Melbourne+2+430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133287640505079602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-9072930680199775875?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9072930680199775875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=9072930680199775875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/9072930680199775875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/9072930680199775875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/compassion-is-what-world-needs.html' title='Compassion Is What The World Needs'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rz0bnWY1V3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/oOBY1DHKlSY/s72-c/kindness2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1190117297187322899</id><published>2007-11-12T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:19.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget The Blood Red Feud</title><content type='html'>My friend had a dream. A real dream while sleeping. Not the dream you have when you want to do something great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my friend be named Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream started like Josh's usual daily routine. Going to school and all. One night after having dinner with friends, he started walking back with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a quiet road (not the kind where your bag gets snatched but a calmer one), they were walking and joking like the crazy group they were. There were two giggly girls, a sleepy head, a guy who pretended to be cool, a joker and a no nonsense girl. Josh was enjoying their company a lot. He never asked anything more than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A van passed by as they were sitting in a veranda in a park by the road. The van went quite far away and it came round again and stopped in front of the veranda. No one seemed to notice the van except Josh. Although in normal circumstances, it would pose as a large threat to him as it is a sign for robbery, abduction and harassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went foggy and everything around him stopped. The driver didn't look threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "God says it's time to return home to Him soon."&lt;br /&gt;Josh weirdly didn't doubt this was happening but just looked at his lap. He knew that there was nothing wrong going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home &lt;/span&gt;but he was feeling the tug of leaving his family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the driver knew what Josh as thinking, he said not unkindly and with a sad smile, "I said soon though, not now. You'll return home 3 weeks after the new year. There's still some time to do what you want to do here. I'll come back soon to pick you up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The van had some happy kids on it and everyone on it was really happy. The old people were smiling at Josh from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Josh spent his time with his loved ones like his retirement money. He didn't really do what he wanted to do like last time anymore. He just spent time more on the phone with his dad who usually went to the south to work. He also spent time on the phone more with a good friend. He was sad that he hadn't managed to talk to his best friend though like he used to though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, he seemed to be looking at a fast forward dream.&lt;br /&gt;Time passes really quick when you want it to go slow and need more time.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes grew blurry and hot when he knew he won't be seeing them soon or never. He never wept like this before. He wasn't sad for his life. He was sad and will miss this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenes of the time left flashed and passed him. The people around him didn't know why was he sad sometimes. The relationship with his best friend wasn't clear. Maybe they were like normal again. Maybe they were still ignoring each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last few moments, everyone, his friends and family -his loved ones were around him. Laughing and smiling. Joking with one another like in a gathering. Josh couldn't help but be choked in tears and laughter at the same time. Laughing. Yet with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was he sad or happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or laughter in sadness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh woke up. It was a dream. There was tears on his pillow.&lt;br /&gt;Although God's angel of death was a van driver, itt was so real after all. He never had a dream so real and touching before in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RzhjLIjgy7I/AAAAAAAAALc/JcNgJFkCi88/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RzhjLIjgy7I/AAAAAAAAALc/JcNgJFkCi88/s320/DSC00310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131960818314824626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night I attended the musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RzhjDYjgy6I/AAAAAAAAALU/07L4L8x6yt4/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RzhjDYjgy6I/AAAAAAAAALU/07L4L8x6yt4/s320/DSC00375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131960685170838434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somewhere in Balwyn. It was in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't like single shots actually. I like having people to take photo's with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, live life like you're dying. Make up. Don't keep you're anger before the sunsets. It breaks your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-1190117297187322899?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1190117297187322899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1190117297187322899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1190117297187322899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1190117297187322899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/11/forget-blood-red-feud.html' title='Forget The Blood Red Feud'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RzhjLIjgy7I/AAAAAAAAALc/JcNgJFkCi88/s72-c/DSC00310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-5550636045240824342</id><published>2007-10-28T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:19.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RyWO6ogEKmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1zVRs4jbH2U/s1600-h/PICT0013_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RyWO6ogEKmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1zVRs4jbH2U/s400/PICT0013_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126660888786643554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to this?&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted it to be this way. I never could never hold a grudge. Especially to you guys. I feel that the whole thing is gonna just smash into tiny pieces beyond repair. I know it's my fault but my apology is not reaching anywhere. I hope it's possible to walk aligned again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-5550636045240824342?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5550636045240824342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=5550636045240824342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5550636045240824342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5550636045240824342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-i-lost.html' title='Something I Lost'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RyWO6ogEKmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1zVRs4jbH2U/s72-c/PICT0013_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-890789833073795278</id><published>2007-10-13T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T01:31:01.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom With A Price To Sell Your Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/3EiHrVL6as"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3EiHrVL6as" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good song for a duet. Clarice, if you happen to read this. Just tell me when you're free. I need your expertise and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zi Qian. Yeah, we are talking. We're still friends right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya break has been  an anti-climax after the exams. I can't blame anyone but me. Everyone found a job and I'm just bumming around. Yet, it is hard to find a suitable one when I can't work in F &amp;amp; B outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need the money though. I can't ask from my parents for this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我は止めません。苦痛について忘れません。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me look up and find hope. A source of never ending hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for the 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II Member of The Jouissance Ceremony, lend me your joy and hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-890789833073795278?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/890789833073795278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=890789833073795278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/890789833073795278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/890789833073795278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/10/freedom-with-price-to-sell-your-soul.html' title='Freedom With A Price To Sell Your Soul'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-5657093858337873594</id><published>2007-10-03T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:19.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Shade of Feeling</title><content type='html'>Exams... almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I'm probably gonna look at for a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RwNKdXAvMVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/iSblFYIihmA/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RwNKdXAvMVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/iSblFYIihmA/s400/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117015469876785490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just about the 4 basic emotions we develop as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we're older...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lustifulness&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Malice&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Deceit&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Loss of Hope&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bitter-sweet feeling &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We change. Other impurities come along. The plain emotions look the same and they are diminished. Why do we lie? I know we do when we're younger but... why are we lying for severe reasons? Are there reasons for doing dumb stuff like boozing and smoking at this age excessively?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For me, there is no age when you reach this age. A foolish person can be also 50. Yet a wise person can be just 10. It's never too late to turn back. But don't think you have so much time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wow. This year really passed fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXVI Member of The Revolution of Unpeace. Let your anger pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-5657093858337873594?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5657093858337873594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=5657093858337873594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5657093858337873594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5657093858337873594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/10/different-shade-of-feeling.html' title='A Different Shade of Feeling'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RwNKdXAvMVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/iSblFYIihmA/s72-c/DSC00106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-7041265403016612421</id><published>2007-09-02T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:20.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taciturn Beside You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RtqRZ-wJiXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1slNXBy5ztI/s1600-h/PICT0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RtqRZ-wJiXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1slNXBy5ztI/s400/PICT0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105553003105585522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RtqRZewJiWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sMGQ2nSuBTM/s1600-h/PICT0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RtqRZewJiWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sMGQ2nSuBTM/s400/PICT0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105552994515650914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been absent for about... 1 month from this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted about the Jamboree or the Australian trip during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the exams soon. No time or I should say there's more responsibilities that I must perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A responsibility that is so different and not of age to bear. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're right Stephanie. I can't really share my secrets in open public and I realise how open this space is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm secretive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually yeno. (Yes+no=yeno) Haha. A lame moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to respond to that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually want to tell but it's just so hard to trust someone. Not that I don't trust "you". Honest. It's just this feeling that you want to be free from this burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the situation that stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the person beside you that prevented me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just correct myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ying Ling. I really need that Italian Job from you at the day of the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*May. I don't think I can come to the reunion. I know. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jun Hsien. I don't think you understand why, but I'm really sorry. Just take it and don't ask why. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-7041265403016612421?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7041265403016612421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=7041265403016612421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7041265403016612421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7041265403016612421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/taciturn-beside-you.html' title='A Taciturn Beside You'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RtqRZ-wJiXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1slNXBy5ztI/s72-c/PICT0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-4118765301894716115</id><published>2007-07-23T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:20.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verocity Of "The Matter"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RqWYfIsDvNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NMWv4tQxQDQ/s1600-h/Screenshot_2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RqWYfIsDvNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NMWv4tQxQDQ/s400/Screenshot_2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090642614487858386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our drama. These are a great bunch of people. Our great collaborated effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that a bunch of flowers that meaning though. Haha. I know I'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RqWYfosDvOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ndm4y-YXTx4/s1600-h/cool+guys%21%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RqWYfosDvOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ndm4y-YXTx4/s400/cool+guys%21%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090642623077792994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first grown up moment. That's my bow tie by the way Vinser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RqWYf4sDvPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0SKy9tcyum8/s1600-h/IMG_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RqWYf4sDvPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0SKy9tcyum8/s400/IMG_0861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090642627372760306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's two days away from the trip. Can't wait. My people will miss me for two weeks. Haha kidding la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had many opinions from people about "people". You sometimes just need some insight about stuff. Wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Haha. No Micheal. I'm no wiseman. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Argh. I need to pack more disposable undies. =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan here over and out for two weeks. Cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-4118765301894716115?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4118765301894716115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=4118765301894716115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4118765301894716115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4118765301894716115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/verocity-of-matter.html' title='Verocity Of &quot;The Matter&quot;'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RqWYfIsDvNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/NMWv4tQxQDQ/s72-c/Screenshot_2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-4386841531713289836</id><published>2007-07-10T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:22.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Secrets By The Balcony. Past The Veils of Lies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Vinser's surprise party last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely under his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot. That's what the weather was. I'm grateful. More than grateful to have such perfect weather when I really hate to see it rain on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That persistent jackass wanted to go down to have a drink when we weren't ready and trust me... it wasn't easy to persuade anyone to stay on to play a few more sets when the sun was shinning brightly on our backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an utmost satisfaction after when we went down to the cafeteria and we met Sam and the rest of the reception of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll save him the embarrassing moments and go to the fun parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR3JwrBr_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-nfBGJO9Heo/s1600-h/PICT0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR3JwrBr_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-nfBGJO9Heo/s400/PICT0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085820888776028146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR3KwrBsAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GAzNgOeWxZI/s1600-h/PICT0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR3KwrBsAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GAzNgOeWxZI/s400/PICT0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085820905955897346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR3LArBsBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XBqrpMy2hRs/s1600-h/PICT0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR3LArBsBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XBqrpMy2hRs/s400/PICT0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085820910250864658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it sounds so wrong but... it feels like Laguna Beach here. Haha.                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR3LgrBsCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GrF_aWxQ1I4/s1600-h/PICT0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR3LgrBsCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GrF_aWxQ1I4/s400/PICT0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085820918840799266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR3MArBsDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AyNwGwer-XU/s1600-h/PICT0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR3MArBsDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AyNwGwer-XU/s400/PICT0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085820927430733874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;London Bridge is falling down... my fair lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR8JwrBsEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/psnw1fcmtwU/s1600-h/PICT0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR8JwrBsEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/psnw1fcmtwU/s400/PICT0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085826386334167106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR--grBsFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XOhp2FHaqkU/s1600-h/PICT0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR--grBsFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XOhp2FHaqkU/s400/PICT0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085829491595522130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes... an emo pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpSAzQrBsGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2--roeNRpnU/s1600-h/PICT0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpSAzQrBsGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2--roeNRpnU/s400/PICT0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085831497345249378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes disgusting. Han Liang, please control yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpSn-grBsLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0OCFgoGbVXk/s1600-h/PICT0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpSn-grBsLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0OCFgoGbVXk/s400/PICT0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085874571572261042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah... Sarah you're right. Friendship when you reach high school becomes superficial and when something real comes by... It's a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thoroughly happy that my friends have this ability to talk so freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpSDQwrBsHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zdtSRSoKw_4/s1600-h/PICT0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpSDQwrBsHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zdtSRSoKw_4/s400/PICT0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085834203174645874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And no, Han Liang. You're not a daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-4386841531713289836?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4386841531713289836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=4386841531713289836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4386841531713289836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4386841531713289836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/secrets-by-balcony.html' title=''/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RpR3JwrBr_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-nfBGJO9Heo/s72-c/PICT0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-6443084361457259570</id><published>2007-07-05T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:06:40.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Play With No Pause</title><content type='html'>We finally finished the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coordination was a bit off but we made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though if we didn't win, victory is won in the fun our class had. I mean that even though it was a competition, we just had our fun just making it happen. I think that's what really mattered. The singing, cheesy moments and all the wacky fighting moments. Haha. I know I won't make a good action or stunt actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to our class for making this real. It was just the unity we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, our class was the only class which did a lot of camwhoring. Haha. Pictures coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret.&lt;br /&gt;An organisation is happening under someone's nose.&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't count if I said it aloud and clear wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;It will be known to the public soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-6443084361457259570?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6443084361457259570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=6443084361457259570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/6443084361457259570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/6443084361457259570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/play-with-no-pause.html' title='A Play With No Pause'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-6330635572117064530</id><published>2007-07-05T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T00:18:26.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday My Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're 16... Be more cool by not ban cooling haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No names given.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-6330635572117064530?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6330635572117064530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=6330635572117064530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/6330635572117064530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/6330635572117064530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-8372653093504410268</id><published>2007-06-27T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:24.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship, A Scion Of Royalty</title><content type='html'>Did you read the article that Malaysia has too holidays? I have to agree with that. I mean why do we need a holiday for the most useless reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On the other hand, I like it for the siesta or relaxing day I'm gonna have. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I had my way... there should be a day for remembering your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friend's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No presents. It's a day to spend with your friends. Friends that you speak eye to eye and no hidden skeletons in your closets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A captured moment says more than a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITUwrBr-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/iWqTSO2YFv4/s1600-h/PICT0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITUwrBr-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/iWqTSO2YFv4/s400/PICT0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080644577011019746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITUgrBr9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/OjfLM5RPGes/s1600-h/PICT0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITUgrBr9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/OjfLM5RPGes/s400/PICT0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080644572716052434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posers alert. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITBwrBr4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/uNMQfeJ_ykk/s1600-h/PICT0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITBwrBr4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/uNMQfeJ_ykk/s400/PICT0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080644250593505154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't get the look on the guy on the left. Zhuo Li you mastered the art of posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITCQrBr5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/fU1jBNslWbk/s1600-h/PICT0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITCQrBr5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/fU1jBNslWbk/s400/PICT0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080644259183439762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Observe Vinser and Han Liang's constipated faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITDArBr7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/1K8xFMIiP5M/s1600-h/PICT0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITDArBr7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/1K8xFMIiP5M/s400/PICT0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080644272068341682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITDQrBr8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/sfxW_Lh-KvU/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITDQrBr8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/sfxW_Lh-KvU/s400/PICT0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080644276363308994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITCwrBr6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/KSIHuD30s3E/s1600-h/PICT0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITCwrBr6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/KSIHuD30s3E/s400/PICT0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080644267773374370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My class. Some place I'm proud of being in. Knowing these wacky and crazy people really was a joy. Something hard for me to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.s. Sorry Stephanie about that shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-8372653093504410268?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8372653093504410268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=8372653093504410268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8372653093504410268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8372653093504410268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/06/friendship-scion-of-royalty.html' title='Friendship, A Scion Of Royalty'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RoITUwrBr-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/iWqTSO2YFv4/s72-c/PICT0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-4079239362993726945</id><published>2007-06-18T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:49:47.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Rest My Case</title><content type='html'>I've been really emotionally, physically and spiritually exhausted. Losing a loved one is really like ripping your heart out isn't it? Just give me the moment and talk me out of this. Just like jumping off the high you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend was an idiot and didn't bother to listen. So much for morale support. Well... I was pissed but I guess it went dandy at the end of the day. That's what friends are for isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about listening...&lt;br /&gt;1. One quality that most people really lack.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's essential to maintain a relationship... any type for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;3. The most attentive person can associate with many people.&lt;br /&gt;4. It makes the other person feel that they're heard and appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;5. It is when you do not talk when the other is talking but you can talk and let the other listen when he/she's done.&lt;br /&gt;6. You can't listen when you talk.&lt;br /&gt;7. Something that requires compassion. Do you have compassion? A small thing to ponder on.&lt;br /&gt;8. It's helping the other person to clear his/her mind.&lt;br /&gt;9. Teenagers really want their parents to listen but both parents and adolescent do not listen to each other.&lt;br /&gt;10. Something that I really want someone to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp; V. That's all I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great... double tags.&lt;br /&gt;By May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules : For those who have been tagged, you are required to write a story about one of your crushes, be it a current or a previous crush. To be exactly different from the common tags, there are no questions imposed this time. All you have to do is to write a story about him/her. Also, 5 persons will need to be tagged at the end of the post. You must post up these rules before you start writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not in the mood now for that. But... just out of respect for you ok... May. I know the world is curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Let's say Mr. Bryan Yong Hoe isn't a busy man flitting around and picking up girls. He also has been really fussy and not many girls his type comes around. One day, when this girl come... It wasn't like a bang but it was something gradual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... no such thing as a Happy Fairy Tail Ending. I have this bitter sweet story. It just didn't end up well. I guess I'm being very ambiguous and vague. So there's no questions answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS FOUND IN YOUR BAG (school bag)&lt;br /&gt;-My pencil case since standard 4. A lot of memories ok but the zip is coming apart. Great.&lt;br /&gt;-Books. I know I bring more books than the usual people who leave their stuff in school. Haih... I learnt a lesson when my English textbook went missing.&lt;br /&gt;-Tie.&lt;br /&gt;-Waterbottle. I like my Puma bottle. So sleek and triangular.&lt;br /&gt;-Lot and lots of music scores on music days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS FOUND INSIDE UR PURSE/WALLET&lt;br /&gt;-Money. Not a lot. Don't like to bring out too much.&lt;br /&gt;-Privilege cards. A lot of these are for watching free movies.&lt;br /&gt;-Credit card. I know at this age I shouldn't but I rarely use it unless for emergency.&lt;br /&gt;-Cross.&lt;br /&gt;-A picture. My love ones. Not saying who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 FAVOURITE THINGS IN MY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;-I pod. Yeah right. I rarely use that thing.&lt;br /&gt;-Bed. Yeah... I know not many people get the privilege to own a queen size bed.&lt;br /&gt;-Desk. So wide.&lt;br /&gt;-A violin I borrowed from a someone. Eh... Lisa, sorry I'll give it back to you when I know how to play Canon in D with that.&lt;br /&gt;-Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS UR CURRENTLY INTO&lt;br /&gt;-Getting my arse out of this mess that was dropped onto me.&lt;br /&gt;-Practising for ABRSM Piano Exam.&lt;br /&gt;-Doing drama. We bungaraians are not kiasu ok.&lt;br /&gt;-Mamaking. Eh... I found this place where milo ice only 70 cents.&lt;br /&gt;-Spoiling movies for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian... wasn't that juicy  knowledge? Your favourite screen star died in the movie. Some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; blonde I heard. Mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tag anyone. I'm lazy and I know they're lazy also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame joke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;by Han Liang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Han Liang: Eh... I wonder whether our chromosomes dance or not?&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: What makes you think of that? (Whispers to himself that this other guys needs a shrink)&lt;br /&gt;Han Liang: Well... If you're a diploid you can have a partner to dance right? (says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after Biology class and I do not blame him for the brain damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5a3LGnLTqw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5a3LGnLTqw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parody Video of Paris Hilton. Hilarious. Just a word of caution it's rated PG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XVIIth member of the Conundrum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-4079239362993726945?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4079239362993726945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=4079239362993726945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4079239362993726945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4079239362993726945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-rest-my-case.html' title='I Rest My Case'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-2519945915956826577</id><published>2007-06-08T05:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:24.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantaise's Repertoire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RmlTVaO3o-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/1AAEjqeE7wQ/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RmlTVaO3o-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/1AAEjqeE7wQ/s400/DSC00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073678082493621218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RmlS7qO3o8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/YdlaGk6dZ-U/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RmlS7qO3o8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/YdlaGk6dZ-U/s400/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073677640111989698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Genting last night and came back last night. Something impromtu. The food and service wasn't really great. We ate there because it was renovated and it came to a surprise since I haven't been there for donkey years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read all kinds of blogs. Sarcastic, flowery------&gt;Jun Hsien, emotional, full of philosophy and etcetera. A blog shows your face or more likely I would say a mask. A fake part of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this one kind of blog though that really captures me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It was one of the more honest and out of the heart posts I came by the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;2. It didn't show self indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;3. Child like innocence and trust towards people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RmlXR6O3o_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/8R3u-G6Kde0/s1600-h/22412357_9aca07bd52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RmlXR6O3o_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/8R3u-G6Kde0/s400/22412357_9aca07bd52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073682420410590194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found a friend who has the same taste in music. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tag.&lt;br /&gt;List down a common category of things from A-Z.&lt;br /&gt;Can be anything as long it's not the same as the previous tagger.&lt;br /&gt;Places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;Bangladesh&lt;br /&gt;Chile&lt;br /&gt;Denmark&lt;br /&gt;Ethiopia&lt;br /&gt;Finland&lt;br /&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;Holland&lt;br /&gt;India&lt;br /&gt;Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kiev,                                 Capital of Ukraine. Don't ask me how I know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lithuania&lt;br /&gt;Madrid&lt;br /&gt;Norway&lt;br /&gt;Oslo, Capital of Scandinavia&lt;br /&gt;Papua New Guinea&lt;br /&gt;Quebec,                          State in Canada&lt;br /&gt;Reykjavik,                     Capital of Iceland&lt;br /&gt;South Korea&lt;br /&gt;Tunisia&lt;br /&gt;Ulaan Bataar,              Capital of Mongolia&lt;br /&gt;Vatican City&lt;br /&gt;Warsaw, Capital of Poland&lt;br /&gt;X                                        No idea. Unless you count Xi' an, China&lt;br /&gt;Yugoslavia&lt;br /&gt;Zimbabwe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Wen Xian, Jun Hsien, Ying Ling, I Lyn and Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet my socks the third person on that list will do clothes or designer labels. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-2519945915956826577?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2519945915956826577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=2519945915956826577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2519945915956826577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2519945915956826577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/06/fantaises-repertoire.html' title='Fantaise&apos;s Repertoire'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RmlTVaO3o-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/1AAEjqeE7wQ/s72-c/DSC00053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-2269770946851170525</id><published>2007-05-27T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:39:45.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Testimony</title><content type='html'>I am in a midst of daydreaming to the point where my face shows a tinge of nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been walking down the memory lane lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Reflecting on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have I been been bumming around? I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I went through a quarter of my life with resentment and rebellion. I was a tough cookie when I got to the age of 10. I was really mean to my brother and I find that I was just hating life and finding the world so unfair. Maybe that was teen angst arriving early. My mom and dad were just at the tip of the cliff. Looking back, I am really so so sorry. I was ungrateful. I was angry at everyone. I know it may not seem much because of my youth but these are your tender ages where your maturity develops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be hard to change yourself when you are older. It's till the point where you just shut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-But-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If with patience, compassion and prayer; you can change a person. I really believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached secondary school, I am exposed to more than curricular discipline and homework like in Puai Chai. It was a horror just enduring standard 5 and 6. Even though it was UPSR I was struggling to keep my head above the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really different than who I was then. I learnt not to hate things. Sports, music and all aspects of life are tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Camp is coming up next. Yeah...&lt;br /&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/2885910971344268289-2269770946851170525?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2269770946851170525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=2269770946851170525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2269770946851170525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2269770946851170525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/lifes-testimony.html' title='Life&apos;s Testimony'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-5050630255632693565</id><published>2007-05-18T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:25.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference in Sentiments</title><content type='html'>这条路到我又单独地航行。我求求你不要离开这个生活给我慢慢地寻找我生活里的目的。你是我的朋友为何要伤我们两人之间的关系？ 虽然我们被距离分散，我以为海洋或灾难不会瓦解着美丽的友情。你答我好吗？ 你假装我的不存在是你骗你心所说的。我很想念你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the post exam period now. I'm in a relaxed mode. Maybe not but there's something off my back and it's rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rk52vnbm6kI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Y-mgGazVm4Q/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rk52vnbm6kI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Y-mgGazVm4Q/s400/DSC00228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066117191249095234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relaxed. Yeah... haha. My cousin sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about a lot of stuff lately. Just an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you made a difference in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Or either the difference is just so trivial and small like making those people you call 'friends'?&lt;br /&gt;Are they just &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;flirts &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;whims of fancy&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They are not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jewelery&lt;/span&gt; to decorate your room of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There's a lot of change in this school. Compare it when we're Form 1 or Form 2. There's big change. For the better? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I saw this old woman across the street. She was old. Age was prominent in her eyes. This young boy not a day older than 8 took her hand and walked her down the road. He talked to her. He made a stranger's day brighter. That was compassion. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Compassion makes a difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not something that is for your personal gain.&lt;br /&gt;Make a meaningful relationship while you can. You all make these jokes yeah they're fun but if it's all jokes then you're a clown living a joke of a year.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to be selfless but that's what compassion is all about.&lt;br /&gt;We try. Try our best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-5050630255632693565?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5050630255632693565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=5050630255632693565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5050630255632693565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5050630255632693565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-post-exam-period-now.html' title='Difference in Sentiments'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rk52vnbm6kI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Y-mgGazVm4Q/s72-c/DSC00228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1481721931410099151</id><published>2007-05-11T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:30:11.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candor &amp; Verity Are My Camaradarie of Conduct</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bold's for the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Italic's for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; what you wished were true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The fakes were left alone&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dont watch TV these days.  &lt;/span&gt;sad...isn't it... I don't gave astro and it's the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt; yeah... four eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe that honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/span&gt; Don't want to grow a wooden nose like Pinocchio&lt;br /&gt;I curse.&lt;br /&gt;I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m TOTALLY smart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve broken someone’s bones.&lt;br /&gt;I’m paranoid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe , free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;I need money right now.&lt;br /&gt;I love sushi.&lt;br /&gt;I talk really,really fast.&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have at least one sibling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah... I wish I had sisters and another brother.&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way i look.&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a hidden talent. &lt;/span&gt;Don't you want to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m always hyper no matter how much sugar i have. &lt;/span&gt;That's if I'm not pan cool or PMS-ing. Haha. No I don't pan cool.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm currently single. &lt;/span&gt;And yes therefore available. &lt;/span&gt;Ladies.&lt;br /&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone. &lt;/span&gt;Yeah. Long distance calls are ex. That's what skype is for. Long story cut short.&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love to shop. &lt;/span&gt;For my stuff not those junk Ying Ling finds in Victoria's Secret and those prissy shops.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m a pretty good dancer. &lt;/span&gt;To pick up girls? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm just good at catching and a bit of something here and there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a cell phone. &lt;/span&gt;I had to work hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe in God. &lt;/span&gt;Absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve rejected someone before. &lt;/span&gt;Er, long stories also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to have children in the future. &lt;/span&gt;Like duh? And please, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no caesarean. And minimum 4. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha kidding la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have changed a diaper before. &lt;/span&gt;Yeah. Many cousins. All babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve called the cops on a friend before. &lt;/span&gt;-smiles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m not allergic to anything. &lt;/span&gt;Except caffeine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend’s significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the “South Park” movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would die for my best friends. &lt;/span&gt;Really grey area... Not suicidal though.&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and i like it. &lt;/span&gt;Some prick introduced the campfire song song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am happy at this moment! &lt;/span&gt;Nah. Exams. Sejarah.&lt;br /&gt;I’m obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I study for tests most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I’ve ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I walk barefoot wherever i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have jumped off a bridge. &lt;/span&gt;Yeah which was only less than a story high into a river.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m proficient in a musical instrument. &lt;/span&gt;Piano.&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald’s restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate office jobs. &lt;/span&gt;Yeah my butt can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think water rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like sausages. &lt;/span&gt;German frankfurters are real tasty. No wrong impressions I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love kisses. &lt;/span&gt;Hershey's? Haha. Avoiding...&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;I somehow enjoyed this thingy&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can pick up things with my toes. &lt;/span&gt;You can't? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Weirdo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can’t whistle. &lt;/span&gt;Never could do it.&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I’ve ever written in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can’t stick to a diet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have jazz in my blood. &lt;/span&gt;My granddad plays jazz for a lounge last time.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m an artist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Unless you're some kind of self-depressed emo goth then you don't. What? Even people have to feel. I mean even evil people like to be happy. I mean you don't want to be sad all the time...&lt;br /&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag&lt;br /&gt;Wen Xian. Jun Hsien. Yi May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-1481721931410099151?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1481721931410099151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1481721931410099151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1481721931410099151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1481721931410099151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-miss-somebody-right-now.html' title='Candor &amp; Verity Are My Camaradarie of Conduct'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-2185083813164857115</id><published>2007-04-30T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:28.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Truant. How Naughty.</title><content type='html'>I know. Been very busy.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjasvLuQfcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q8gBE6IJv2s/s1600-h/DSC00843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjasvLuQfcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q8gBE6IJv2s/s400/DSC00843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059421157997968834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Don't know why her mouth is opened so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjasvLuQfdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TfGXaGwKAPA/s1600-h/DSC00846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjasvLuQfdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TfGXaGwKAPA/s400/DSC00846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059421157997968850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rja5KLuQfxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o-yONM5iMO4/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rja5KLuQfxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o-yONM5iMO4/s400/PICT0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059434815993970450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rjat97uQfkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_nhKpER3MqA/s1600-h/PICT0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rjat97uQfkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_nhKpER3MqA/s400/PICT0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059422510912667202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rjat-LuQflI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YZ9jftKX6NQ/s1600-h/PICT0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rjat-LuQflI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YZ9jftKX6NQ/s400/PICT0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059422515207634514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjayQruQfnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jgDA9xPlLC4/s1600-h/PICT0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjayQruQfnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jgDA9xPlLC4/s400/PICT0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059427231081725554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjasvLuQfeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5tFrYOHlerU/s1600-h/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjasvLuQfeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5tFrYOHlerU/s400/DSC00848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059421157997968866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjasvbuQffI/AAAAAAAAAEs/z2ib7_CYq2A/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjasvbuQffI/AAAAAAAAAEs/z2ib7_CYq2A/s400/DSC00849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059421162292936178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                        Natasha.... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjayQ7uQfoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yUOc2_FOWzE/s1600-h/PICT0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjayQ7uQfoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yUOc2_FOWzE/s400/PICT0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059427235376692866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                         Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjayRbuQfpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AXzxXpsxZLQ/s1600-h/PICT0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjayRbuQfpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AXzxXpsxZLQ/s400/PICT0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059427243966627474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rjat9LuQfhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qyRD3PW6X1U/s1600-h/DSC00859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rjat9LuQfhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qyRD3PW6X1U/s400/DSC00859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059422498027765266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rjat9buQfiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qEJhsWYu-WE/s1600-h/DSC00860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rjat9buQfiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qEJhsWYu-WE/s400/DSC00860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059422502322732578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjayRruQfqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/E1mSnqMx-x8/s1600-h/PICT0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjayRruQfqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/E1mSnqMx-x8/s400/PICT0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059427248261594786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rjat9buQfjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/c3MSq7ldxJw/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rjat9buQfjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/c3MSq7ldxJw/s400/DSC00864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059422502322732594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjasvbuQfgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AB-S4kpHAW0/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjasvbuQfgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AB-S4kpHAW0/s400/DSC00854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059421162292936194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     I didn't opt for this. This happened because of Vinser&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  and Samantha's kiasuness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rja037uQfuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qKh5--TgpuA/s1600-h/PICT0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rja037uQfuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qKh5--TgpuA/s400/PICT0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059430104414846690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rja03buQfsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ECHUpltlsDM/s1600-h/PICT0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rja03buQfsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ECHUpltlsDM/s400/PICT0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059430095824912066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rja03ruQftI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yxWGBdOu6Zo/s1600-h/PICT0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rja03ruQftI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yxWGBdOu6Zo/s400/PICT0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059430100119879378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rz7ijWHwk6E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rz7ijWHwk6E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stephanie... what would you say if I have something to threat you with? Haha. They all had to submit to Sarah's orders and act like monkeys chanting nonsense. I was laughing my ass off this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-2185083813164857115?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2185083813164857115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=2185083813164857115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2185083813164857115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2185083813164857115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/playing-truant-how-naughty.html' title='Playing Truant. How Naughty.'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RjasvLuQfcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q8gBE6IJv2s/s72-c/DSC00843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1447783802250047363</id><published>2007-04-10T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:28.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inertia Is Augmented</title><content type='html'>The words hit me like heavy rain pouring heaven's tears. I pretended I was fine but sub-consciously I knew I wasn't. The male ego is a dangerous thing to own. In account, it controls us more than testosterone has a grip on our sexual drives. Quoted by Bryan, minor professor to Sarahlogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I know I have been slacking because instead of Natasha hearing my ebullient voice for Add Math homework which now I've been leeching it off from Grace and Zhou Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inertia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics as usual was the moment we all are in Limbo.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RhuSpNVlztI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rMflBTbxDO4/s1600-h/Screenshot_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RhuSpNVlztI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rMflBTbxDO4/s400/Screenshot_1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051792643678654162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I paid attention this time ok. I listened till the part teacher explained the 1st law of Newton. Everyone was engrossed till me Bryan Yong Hoe came up with my 1st law of Physics.&lt;blockquote&gt;Inertia is this invisible mean girl like Sarah who pushes you some more when the car slows down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;According to those genii (plural to genius), Inertia is when the car stops when moving, you still move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, the lameness I concoct when my mind runs wild. Sorry guys cannot tahan la to break the strain in the midst of all the concentration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-1447783802250047363?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1447783802250047363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1447783802250047363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1447783802250047363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1447783802250047363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/inertia-is-augmented.html' title='Inertia Is Augmented'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RhuSpNVlztI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rMflBTbxDO4/s72-c/Screenshot_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-2149557125166051150</id><published>2007-04-04T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:29.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undefined Desposition &amp; Mentality</title><content type='html'>Tell me Jun Hsien. I know I'm clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys know what's a thesaurus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RhN6sesoOpI/AAAAAAAAADg/CXufImQyvoo/s1600-h/book_cover_thesaurus_450w_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RhN6sesoOpI/AAAAAAAAADg/CXufImQyvoo/s400/book_cover_thesaurus_450w_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049514511785540242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, my dear friend Han Liang equated it with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RhN6r-soOnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qjTsRcKTi7w/s1600-h/istockphoto_862001_dinosaur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RhN6r-soOnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qjTsRcKTi7w/s400/istockphoto_862001_dinosaur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049514503195605618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to Han Liangsics, Thesaurus=Dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RhN6rusoOmI/AAAAAAAAADI/gaeaAT1Rnq8/s1600-h/trexlarge.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RhN6rusoOmI/AAAAAAAAADI/gaeaAT1Rnq8/s400/trexlarge.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049514498900638306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Must cut him some slack. We're hanging out too much with a mental dystrophy patient. Poor Han Hwa. Or more likely poor us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, he's seemed to speed up and catch up with our intellectual level. Yeah. It's possible. For example,  one day, it was a seemingly normal day when we're all happy and normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Bryan, 140-40-30-50=20 la. How you get a negative?&lt;br /&gt;-Silence-&lt;/blockquote&gt;Situation 2&lt;blockquote&gt;"...I'm hungry. I haven't ate yet."&lt;br /&gt;"笨蛋. It's I havent eaten yet la 家俊."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;By the way, situation 1 was in Modern Math quiz and he wanted to sit beside me to copy my answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Liang we both know who this 家俊 is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion? Things are not what they always seem to be. This guy's growing up mentally and at the rate of it, it scares us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what Han Hwa you're still our... good &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mental&lt;/span&gt; friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RhSctusoOrI/AAAAAAAAADw/5-aUKs59kzs/s1600-h/PICT0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RhSctusoOrI/AAAAAAAAADw/5-aUKs59kzs/s400/PICT0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049833391632431794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RhN8eOsoOqI/AAAAAAAAADo/oF-EaTGU_8k/s1600-h/PICT0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-2149557125166051150?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2149557125166051150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=2149557125166051150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2149557125166051150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2149557125166051150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/undefined-desposition-mentality.html' title='Undefined Desposition &amp; Mentality'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RhN6sesoOpI/AAAAAAAAADg/CXufImQyvoo/s72-c/book_cover_thesaurus_450w_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-7653259718718632951</id><published>2007-03-28T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T07:12:55.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delibration of Your Heart</title><content type='html'>What in the world were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; thinking about? How could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; do that?&lt;br /&gt;I know. Our youth makes us seem so much rash in thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your actions make me seem to make me distant. I see our differences. You just look past it. I'll correct myself and make His standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swearing makes you cooler? Makes you not stand out? Think. Think again. Just listen to yourself. I wonder whether you know this. Do you know how you sound like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't do anything rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother to listen to this insipid and lackluster lament of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. I don't want to change your character. You may not want the change. But the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;third part of the Trinity&lt;/span&gt; will tell you. The spirit beside your conscience will tell you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you listening hard? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lament from a desolated soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-7653259718718632951?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7653259718718632951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=7653259718718632951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7653259718718632951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7653259718718632951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/delibration-of-your-heart.html' title='Delibration of Your Heart'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-5597408196328658945</id><published>2007-03-23T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:08:11.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cookie Was Peculated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Name one person who made you smile last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secret to be kept to the grave. My brother also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What were you doing at 8.00 this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school doing Add Math and studying Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating... Tom yam from last night's left overs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What was something that happened to you in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plastic surgery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;How many different drinks did you drink today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. Milo and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What colour is your hairbrush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hair brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What was the last thing you paid for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cookie I bought from a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Where have you been last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room. Nothing else so bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What color is your front door?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown. A wood brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Where do you keep your change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the secret compartment in my undies, happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What was the weather like today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy. Like my PMSing mood. Add Math+Biology=PMS/28th day of menstrual cycle (I may be wrong about this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What is the best ice-cream flavour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla. Nothing on it and untainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What is something you are excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did. I look like a budak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Are you over the age of 25?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No but people say I look old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you talk a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to talk about cookies. Tian Ming, I want my cookies back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you watch the O.C?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I don't watch EMO shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Does your screen name have an "x" in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm no Bryanx. Does that make me sound cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you make up your own words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koochimoolah (awkward love moments or something weird). Trunkies? No that's Keira's word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Random Random!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No but if you take my cookie, you will pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Name a friend whose name starts with the letter "A":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Name a friend who's name starts with the letter "K":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Who's the 1st person on your received calls list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keira. Why are you buggering me woman? You are sucking up my air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What did the last message you received say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have your cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you chew on your straw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Why? Is it because I don't have any crack or pot to smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you have curly hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Where is the next place you're going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Who is the rudest person in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My despicable aunt. 22 years old versus 16 year old. Get your fiance and suck his oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What is the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomyam rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Is marriage in your future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I've been through this question and everyone is asking why I want to get married at 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What is the best movie you've seen in the last 2 weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Bean On A Holiday. That's the only one I watched for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Is there anyone you like right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know. I don't know. I shall tell no lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When was the last time you did the dishes. be honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now. My tomyam rice bowl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Are you currently depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes in fact. I'm on antidepressants called Fluoxetine and Venlaflaxine. My best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Why did you answer and post this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was requested by May. Thank you. I'm honoured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-5597408196328658945?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5597408196328658945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=5597408196328658945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5597408196328658945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5597408196328658945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/name-one-person-who-made-you-smile-last.html' title='My Cookie Was Peculated'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-7058204223201440650</id><published>2007-03-19T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:30.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretense Is Invalid. Tell Me From Afar</title><content type='html'>Pre Jamboree camp had me busted. I managed to meet up with some people everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rf96tPO2KDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aYLf_I8vvZM/s1600-h/Photo-0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rf96tPO2KDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aYLf_I8vvZM/s400/Photo-0325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043885025279748146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My group for now till the jamboree. Geoffrey, Me (Dong Goi), Yie-Ern, Clarine (Sakkai), May, Shannon, Nicholas, Jun Hsien and Natalie.                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taman S.E.A. people are freaks. We have about 15 people sent for this jamboree. Not the most though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this Sir... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Worst Person in The World according to Kim &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sir Collin Khoo. Not so bad la... Or maybe he is. You judge yourself la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some affairs involved also. With a certain people from near and afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-7058204223201440650?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7058204223201440650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=7058204223201440650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7058204223201440650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7058204223201440650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/pretense-is-invalid-tell-me-from-afar.html' title='Pretense Is Invalid. Tell Me From Afar'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/Rf96tPO2KDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aYLf_I8vvZM/s72-c/Photo-0325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-8986504058474771152</id><published>2007-03-14T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:30.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Heavans &amp; Down From Haven</title><content type='html'>CF camp is over. I'm back. I'm physically exhausted but spiritually refreshed. It was something different this time. Not infatuation to Jesus but beyond that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hang out with the people of my age but rather with the older ones and those kuchi frys. I was dorm leader and Christine's assistant for devotional groups. Sleep was nearly impossible. I repeat, sleep is nearly impossible. Every single miserable year I end up with two things. Someone in my dorm has to snore loudly. Not their fault actually. If I slept earlier than them, I think I'll snore because of the fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, my group has to produce girls for a bimbo act. I know what you're thinking of. Not that the girls are bimbos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few meaningful talks with people I didn't really talk to. I surprise myself sometimes. I had a listening ear for their thoughts while they listened to me also. This really means something to me. It was sincere. I feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The response for worship of the first few sessions weren't that good until the last night. I played!!! =) That's not the point. I syok sendiri only. For the moonlight session I was dragged by this spicy chick while I dragged along the tired and exhausted chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RffktKkVbYI/AAAAAAAAACc/tHsHPTsAIT4/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RffktKkVbYI/AAAAAAAAACc/tHsHPTsAIT4/s400/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041749772446559618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                 May Wan (spicy chick),  Me and Clarice (Tired chick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. May Wan was jumping up and down and was super duper hyper. On the other hand Clarice was like... urm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce to you a good friend of mine. She left school and she really touched my heart. She's been accompanying me throughout my Form 1 and 2 days of spiritual walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RffmyqkVbZI/AAAAAAAAACk/3eG6qJr4K6Q/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RffmyqkVbZI/AAAAAAAAACk/3eG6qJr4K6Q/s400/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041752065959095698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Me and Tze Nie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for walking with me this lonely and narrow road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你给我这个机会。可是，为什么你给我这个机会当你知道我对你不完全真真的真心。你的爱绝对不能比别人的爱。你真是宇宙里第一。你真是不肯放弃我虽然我的罪孽太多至不能在数算了。真是感谢你。我其实不值得被你牺牲你的生命。我真的不能了解你为何要牺牲你的生命给我。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-8986504058474771152?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8986504058474771152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=8986504058474771152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8986504058474771152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8986504058474771152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-heavans-down-from-haven.html' title='To The Heavans &amp; Down From Haven'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RffktKkVbYI/AAAAAAAAACc/tHsHPTsAIT4/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-2730552035162219216</id><published>2007-03-07T22:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:30:59.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angel Sings</title><content type='html'>I've been for so many practices this week that my ass is busted from sitting down on the piano stool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday's performance was great. But the pay wasn't great. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone could really reach real high without even stretching much. Wow. She's an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda down on Wednesday but Umesh said something that really made my day. Thanks. Some things come during the unpredictable times and unseen corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of times and moments, Stephanie said something that made me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It really is annoying when you tell people a joke or something and the effect is not the same and the effect isn't there. The moment's gone."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah. She made me think about how should I put it. That person didn't hear me. Not her fault. Maybe it was meant to go to the grave with me. It never existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我现在感到对自己很失望。 我怎么样会对她那么冷静？ 真是对不起。 &lt;br /&gt;我应该忘记过了的事情。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-2730552035162219216?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2730552035162219216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=2730552035162219216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2730552035162219216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2730552035162219216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-angel-sings_4060.html' title='My Angel Sings'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-5449117893038173220</id><published>2007-02-28T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:36:21.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This's So Pukka</title><content type='html'>Words we picked up from the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;Gumption- Courage and resourcefulness&lt;br /&gt;Aphrodisiac- Something edible that stimulates &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sexual&lt;/span&gt; desire&lt;br /&gt;Pukka- Genuine or excellent&lt;br /&gt;Farinaceous- Starchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Layer 1: On the Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Name: Bryan Yong Hoe    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Birth Date: April 20th 1991 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Current Status: Dreamy... of chocolates saturated with romance and a drop of ignorance (can you imagine?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Eye Color: Dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hair Color: Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Righty or Lefty: Right handed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Layer 2: On the Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Heritage: Heng Hwa and Cantonese-Dad's side. Baba Nyonya and Portugese on my mom's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Fears: Leaving my love ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Weaknesses: Other people's sadness and pain. I feel for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Perfect Pizza: Salami cheese and onions. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 3: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My thoughts first waking up: Does the fridge, like have any breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My bedtime: Er.. I know I sleep real early compared to others. Like 11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My most missed memory: Times being together with people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Layer 4: My Pick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Neither. They both are too buzzy for my throat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;McDonalds or Burger King: Burger King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Single or Group Dates: Single. I can control my temptations well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Adidas or Nike: Nike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tea or Nestea: Neither. Caffeine makes me slightly dizzy. Alergic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: None for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" &gt;Layer 5: Do you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Smoke: Yup I do in fact. I distribute Crack widely and openly. Like duh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Curse: Nope. I'm a saint. Unless you count @#$@#...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Take a shower: Yes in fact. I wash myself with vintage chardonnay white wine only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Have a crush: Nope. I don't believe in love at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Think you’ve been in love: Er... why are you asking me mushy questions.&lt;br /&gt;Go to school: Nope. I study in a cave where my teacher is a grizzly bear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Want to get married: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Believe in yourself: Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Think you’re a health freak: Yeah but just to annoy others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Layer 6: In the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Drank Alcohol: Nope. I'm a teetotaler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Gone to the mall: Duh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Been on stage: Yes. Many times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Eaten sushi: Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dyed your hair: I'm not vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Layer 7: Have you ever…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Played a stripping game: What dirty games I play is none of your beeswax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: No. The world sets their own standards whereas I have mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Layer 8: Age you’re hoping…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;To be married: 23 is the perfect age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Layer 9: In a girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Best eye color: Dark brown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Best hair color: As long she doesn't dye exotic colours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Short hair or long hair: Slightly longer than shoulder lenght.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Layer 10: What were you doing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A minute ago: Doing this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1 hour ago: Showering? You want details?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;4.5 hours ago: In school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1 Month ago: You tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1 Year ago: You people better get a better batch of better questions which better make better sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Layer 11: Finish the sentences…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I love: the things in life which doesn't seem to matter to the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I feel: not EMO. Dreamy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I hate: injustice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I hide: my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I miss: times before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I need: to take a bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Layer 12: Tag 5 people…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[1] People         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[2] that hasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[3] done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[4] this yet but are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[5] in my links.&lt;br /&gt;No obligations. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-5449117893038173220?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5449117893038173220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=5449117893038173220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5449117893038173220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5449117893038173220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/02/words-we-picked-up-from-dictionary.html' title='This&apos;s So Pukka'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-5427704646830951995</id><published>2007-02-26T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:31.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Flight To Freedom's Wings</title><content type='html'>When I wonder, would be the moment I'd be free from this pain and struggle in my life? God, please forgive me and help me to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Lee Keng last Saturday. She looks different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RePO7ETyNzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Zz1Yz3E3xFk/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RePO7ETyNzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Zz1Yz3E3xFk/s320/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036096322494674738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the batting cages. Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned about colours today. I learnt that our brains are not &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sarah: What matter is our brain ah? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: Nope your brain is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; but ours is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/blockquote&gt;We learnt a vital lesson in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sarahlogy&lt;/span&gt; today. As we learnt that guys with two dimples are gay. Yup,  that's what we Malaysians learn in school and we're &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-5427704646830951995?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5427704646830951995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=5427704646830951995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5427704646830951995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5427704646830951995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-flight-to-freedoms-wings.html' title='My Flight To Freedom&apos;s Wings'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6LlPhxsGU0/RePO7ETyNzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Zz1Yz3E3xFk/s72-c/DSC00017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-5573924993540637522</id><published>2007-02-19T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:39:45.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resecta Was Forgotten</title><content type='html'>恭喜发财&lt;br /&gt;I would assume that saying Happy Chinese New Year would be a usual way to greet people. There's the exception when you're single on Valentine's day not so long ago. Not that I'm mopping about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from Kuantan. Surfing was lousy there. The waves were soppy. The whole thing was pathetic. It was really tiring swimming out while I get soppy waves. At the end of the three days, I was so washed up for only 6 worthwhile waves. Nope, no beach babes. All old aunties and uncles from Germany. Relatives are either too old or too young to hang out with. I was just telling myself in my mind just pay your respects and get over with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Mahjong tables are gonna be set up tonight... so maybe Chinese New Year isn't so bad after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-5573924993540637522?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5573924993540637522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=5573924993540637522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5573924993540637522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5573924993540637522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/02/resecta-was-forgotten.html' title='Resecta Was Forgotten'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-5027703558915134873</id><published>2007-02-07T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:31.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funzionare</title><content type='html'>I feel that I'm always running in my life. For the better and for the worse.  I don't know when will I come to a stop. There's this big piece of me missing. I brave myself when it's the worst. I won't run anymore. I never did really ran or more likely I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has stopped me being so disappointed. I still think of it at night though. Stop my pain. I need stronger emotion heart ache stoppers like Panadol or Asprin. I need something like Morphine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn. I'm really tired for the drama practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinser&gt;&gt;&gt; you're really so thick skinned enough to say you're the best leading actor of all the classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Hsien&gt;&gt;&gt; We must win your class. if we do win ah... I'll kick my own ass. I rather frankly prefer you as the best leading actor of all the classes than my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG2-pw5izkA/Rcmm7VlQ8-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ojcd-m4SAcU/s1600-h/Calender_WhiteLabradorRetrieverDog_puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG2-pw5izkA/Rcmm7VlQ8-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ojcd-m4SAcU/s400/Calender_WhiteLabradorRetrieverDog_puppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028733997271806946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-5027703558915134873?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5027703558915134873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=5027703558915134873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5027703558915134873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5027703558915134873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/02/funzionare.html' title='Funzionare'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG2-pw5izkA/Rcmm7VlQ8-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ojcd-m4SAcU/s72-c/Calender_WhiteLabradorRetrieverDog_puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1014773743313984068</id><published>2007-02-03T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:37:12.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ungratified Person Upstairs</title><content type='html'>Poor me. I'm not wallowing in self pity. I sometimes think that other or everyone is better than me. I'm not kiasu either. I just feel so low yet not unconfident.&lt;br /&gt;She's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He's better looking.&lt;br /&gt;They're so much better off in life.&lt;br /&gt;That guy is too rich for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;She's smarter.&lt;br /&gt;His life is so smooth.&lt;br /&gt;That person gets to go out more than I do.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I feel so down sometimes because of this, Maybe I'm just setting too high standards for myself. I know only God will set this standards for me. He looks at me like I'm worthy to dying on the cross for. I thank You for at least this You for appreciating me. I know some or a few do but I know we as humans are sometimes being very superficial and casual friends. I know i should be more grateful and thank God for this life of mine. I'm not down or EMO. I know a few people will get worried and start sulking. Ok, fine. I admit I like you all sulking at me. So attention seeking right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are back. Mom had a good time sitting in a Rolce Royce limo. No shopping in Beverly Hills for her.nyeh nyeh.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-1014773743313984068?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1014773743313984068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1014773743313984068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1014773743313984068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1014773743313984068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/02/ungratified-person-upstairs.html' title='The Ungratified Person Upstairs'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-7769180282986609026</id><published>2007-02-01T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:31.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Night of The First Month</title><content type='html'>She's gone also. Everyone seems to Australia. I miss them people. I miss her also. I'll be honest and happy no matter what happens. I'm ok and fine here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the last few days have been hectic.  The syllabus is ok but the test and the reports are getting tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught a few people to give 'good' smses. So there's a credit for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm emotionally up and down like a roller coaster. Please forgive me for being so hyper and snappy during some times. Not PMS mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/nicholasyong/Desktop/photo20.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I support Malaysia but not the statement 'Malaysia Boleh' &gt;&gt;&gt; stupid MB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VG2-pw5izkA/RcFNFkm09-I/AAAAAAAAADk/OAxk7pf4Nfw/s1600-h/photo20.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VG2-pw5izkA/RcFNFkm09-I/AAAAAAAAADk/OAxk7pf4Nfw/s320/photo20.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026383417243400162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School guys knows this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-7769180282986609026?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7769180282986609026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=7769180282986609026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7769180282986609026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7769180282986609026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-night-of-first-month.html' title='The Last Night of The First Month'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VG2-pw5izkA/RcFNFkm09-I/AAAAAAAAADk/OAxk7pf4Nfw/s72-c/photo20.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-4421489996003359431</id><published>2007-01-24T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:34:26.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios</title><content type='html'>Bye Wen Xian. We'll really really miss you. After school there's no one to insult anymore. I really couldn't tahan seeing you so sad like that. I hope you enjoyed the party and the presents. Adelaide can't have anyone as fun as our gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a long week. Lots of reports to do yet I did finish them in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was man enough to cry. I tried and I did. (Like a Korean drama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-Lyn!! What's the coach's number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bida bonafida]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-4421489996003359431?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4421489996003359431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=4421489996003359431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4421489996003359431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4421489996003359431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/adios.html' title='Adios'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-4747071306326305874</id><published>2007-01-16T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:33:53.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beratings From The Inside</title><content type='html'>I feel the pain that others feel. The people suffering in Africa. The old lady suffering from spinal oestoporosis next door. I thank God for this gift even though I feel their pains but to only be aware. I feel the pain of a confident person who puts an act but is crying in the inside. I feel the sadness in the introverted and the low confidence guy I see in class. I am happy to share their pains. I am glad to share the pain of a friend who needs a friend. I am honoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had the most sincere appraisels in my life. Three persons told me 3 sincere things that I really apreciate. Thank you God for these people. Not only that, they told me 3 sincere and constructable criticisms that really encouraged me. I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the praise behind my head to focus and not show my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booyeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-4747071306326305874?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4747071306326305874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=4747071306326305874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4747071306326305874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4747071306326305874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/beratings-from-inside.html' title='Beratings From The Inside'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-8106430750983050226</id><published>2007-01-02T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:32:40.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Missing The Smell of Your Eau de Parfum On Your Neck.</title><content type='html'>4 Bunga Raya will be my class for this year and next year. We are stuck with each other till death (SPM) do us part. Plus, we're stuck with every beloved teacher to the end too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start introducing a few of my venerated teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry- Pn. Cheong Li Na&lt;br /&gt;Biology- Pn. Yip&lt;br /&gt;Physics- Miss Wong&lt;br /&gt;Additional Math- Pn. Siew&lt;br /&gt;Modern Math and class teacher- Mr. Amarasingam&lt;br /&gt;EST- Pn. Vasanthy&lt;br /&gt;English- Pn. Ivonne&lt;br /&gt;B.M.- Pn. Hanim&lt;br /&gt;P. Moral- Pn. Roziha&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah- Pn. Faridah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is not bad. It's in the middle of 4A and 4C (literaly). 4A and us have the same brain power and academic level. In terms of socialability and being a people's people, they have a mondo problem. On the other end of the extreme chart, 4C is in havoc and chaos at every single moment. Their teachers are a scare though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Yip was a model before and I can tell you that she wears a different outfit everyday of the year. (Yes, she has more shoes than you would ever have Ying Ling.) She has a funny hair style though. Cut straight in the front like a Jap and the sides to the back like a Cleopatra. Miss Wong is just nice. That's why probably I don't despise Physics so badly Brian. Vasnthy's first impressions aren't that fabulous but she's nice. We all sucked up to her today when she called for an introduction one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "My name is Bryan. EST is my favourite subject because I have such a gorgeous and good teacher like you."&lt;br /&gt;   "You are my most favourite teacher."&lt;br /&gt;   "EST rocks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I didn't know my class and I are such good suck ups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-8106430750983050226?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8106430750983050226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=8106430750983050226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8106430750983050226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8106430750983050226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-missing-smell-of-your-eau-de-parfum.html' title='I&apos;m Missing The Smell of Your Eau de Parfum On Your Neck.'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-4331042439546328139</id><published>2006-12-29T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:31:18.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Photo's of Bali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-c0.slide.com&amp;channel=72057594047047872&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1" name="flashticker" align="middle" height="150" width="400"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=72057594047047872&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;tt=0&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/p1/72057594047047872/be_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=72057594047047872&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;tt=0&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/p2/72057594047047872/be_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2885910971344268289-4331042439546328139?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4331042439546328139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=4331042439546328139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4331042439546328139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4331042439546328139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/12/photos-of-bali.html' title=''/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-7711978790807065986</id><published>2006-12-28T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:31.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Pie. Langkawi, Bali and PMR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This has been a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; month but in a way it was r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;eal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;sho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;rt&lt;/span&gt;. I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;contradicting&lt;/span&gt; myself. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bugger it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But it is true. I was waiting for my PMR results and it was a real long wait. But the holidays, Langkawi SG trip and Bali was real short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkawi was... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ker&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;ray&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;zee&lt;/span&gt;. We practically were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;mental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;nuts&lt;/span&gt; through out the whole trip. We all missed you there I-Lyn. We ate in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cactus&lt;/span&gt; (the bistro across the hotel) for almost every dinner. The food there was cheap, good &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;and it arrived a bit late.&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;weather was hot and windy at &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nature's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mood. Jason made us play &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; almost everyday. You should see the look on his face when we all &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;bea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; him at it. The trip was really fast and it just came to an abrubt halt at the end of it. Just the sum of everything... we all enjoyed each other's friendship and company. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;bliss... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali was...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;fer&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;ru&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;tti&lt;/span&gt;. Everyday we were eatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;g fruits for lunch, breakfast and dinner. It was either mango, banana or watermelon. I was surfing for almost half of the trip. I was there for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;8 days&lt;/span&gt;. So you can imagine me... looking like something came out of the oven a little late. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;黑蕉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;姐姐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Jeniffer&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Auntie Jinn Hwa&lt;/span&gt; came half way in out trip and added more noise to our din. The sun was out every single day and you know... me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;black&lt;/span&gt; like nobody's buisness. harhar. I also did some Lara Croft action. Remember the part of the show in Tomb Raider 1 when Angelina Jolie was like jumping while being suspended with two ropes? I did that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;So action la.&lt;/span&gt; I was surprised I was so sporting at that time. Too bad I didn't take any photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG2-pw5izkA/RZOKXA9j_BI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZiwbY2Vbt8s/s1600-h/new-eurobungy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG2-pw5izkA/RZOKXA9j_BI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZiwbY2Vbt8s/s320/new-eurobungy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013502938193329170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PMR results day was... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;undescribable&lt;/span&gt;. The unexpected came and I took it graciously (I accepted it ok!!!). The same came for my buddies... so we're on the same boat. You guys will be kinda surprised at my results. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sad you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures for Langkawi and Bali will come shortly after this organized and tidy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;cheerios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-7711978790807065986?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7711978790807065986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=7711978790807065986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7711978790807065986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7711978790807065986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/12/messy-pie-langkawi-bali-and-pmr.html' title='Messy Pie. Langkawi, Bali and PMR.'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG2-pw5izkA/RZOKXA9j_BI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZiwbY2Vbt8s/s72-c/new-eurobungy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-483113745671167436</id><published>2006-12-12T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:26:01.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone For Christmas</title><content type='html'>Sadly,  I'll be gone for the Christmas. This Friday, I'm going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Langkawi&lt;/span&gt; with my SG. After I get back it's only for a day.  Then it'll be off to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Bali&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just leave you all a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start off with my school peers first then. Christmas is a time when Jesus was born. He came to earth to save us from the evils of the world and out sins. He died on the cross later on and we can have eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;The MashiMaro Lover&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The MashiMaro (hh) is really actually honoured to be liked by you even though he ignored you a bit. Sorry I didn't meet you up for Christmas. Thanks for being my friend. Your problems are mine to help you. And when I'm frustrated, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not sexually mind you all.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you help me. Happy Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MashiMaro&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;You sat with me this and last year but I tell you... You sometimes have been really &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;not seng mok&lt;/span&gt; (observant and insensitive). For these two years,  you have been &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;copying my homework, my test answers and getting me to repeat what teacher said.&lt;/span&gt; You have been a lazy bum for the year and you know it. Although so, you have been a friend to me. Your corny jokes make everyone laugh and you were always better in soccer than me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;But I've always been better at brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =) Learn not to ignore people even though you can't face them and you don't have feelings for that person. Life moves on you idiot. I hope you will get good results after this whole year of lazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Han Liang&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;You are an &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;@$$.&lt;/span&gt; But I suppose you did what you think was right. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Our alluring moniter&lt;/span&gt; who wears a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bra that you &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so innocently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; spotted is not for you. You dump your problems on me like you throw your &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stinky laundrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for sharing your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;The ex-Taman S.E.A.-er Lee Keng&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; fat hou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sometimes you know. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Stop flirting&lt;/span&gt; with that guy wearing the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; shirt working next door. Thanks for supporting me and encouraging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Liao YY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You very quiet lo... but this year after sitting with Han Liang, you are seriously worthy of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big mouth award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You really matured this year and I was really surprised you stood something for once that was right. Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Vinser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so many more problems than anyone in this world don't you? Don't be so fickle minded la. Decide on what you really want to do. Leave her and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;start a new life&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for temaning me to be a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wen Xian&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You are the most &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;sam pat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and funniest person I know. So sad you are spending the holidays and studying in Adelaide. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt; I insult you so much. Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll do for school. These holiday greetings are for the church people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you so honoured for being no.1? Well thanks for teaching me piano and being my friend when I was that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;kuchi-fry&lt;/span&gt; in SSS. It's sad that I don't get to talk to you more often. You always had a ear for me. Thanks and Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;my ex-wife in Maryland, Ying Ling&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for laughing and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;being lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with me. Like me, you're missing Christmas here. Sad isn't it? Get me some &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;undies&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;the Mrs. Vice President&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being so sincere. Although you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt; sometimes, you can get quite &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;heated&lt;/span&gt; up sometimes. Thanks for telling me also that I didn't piss a girl off. Thanks for being so emphatic.  Thanks for being patient with me. Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jason Kok&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to you&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;. Manchester United&lt;/span&gt; won with me predicting. You bugger, didn't have a Christmas party. You better organize one New Year party next year. See you in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Langkawi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Liao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;See Yao&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being monkeys with me. I seriously had a lot of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;monkeying fun&lt;/span&gt; this year thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Teacher Leslie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The Commenwealth Park trip was loads of fun and I like shooting leeches with salt water in my water gun. Thanks also for being my drummer, bassist, and guitarist. As for you See Yao, a person who likes to make monkey buisness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Carol &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Su' Ryn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for treating me as a younger brother. A &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pampered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one who &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;annoys&lt;/span&gt; you two a lot. Leaving SSS so soon. I'll miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Calvin Gan&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my makan buddy. You college student already la. Don't act like budak la.  Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are blury... I gotta pack my stuff for both trips also. See you all soon. I'll be back just in time to collect my PMR results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-483113745671167436?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/483113745671167436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=483113745671167436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/483113745671167436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/483113745671167436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/12/gone-for-christmas.html' title='Gone For Christmas'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-5797625516480118039</id><published>2006-12-07T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:38:32.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson #20: How To Buy Undies</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Singapore. Don't ever, ever try to shop there even though there's a discount. I sat on the luge in Sentosa again and met up with my &lt;span style=";font-size:22;color:teal;"  &gt;姐姐's&lt;/span&gt; (older sisters) and did a lot of catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok a random topic of the day since all the Youth Quakers are rotting away somewhere. Nah... just jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:cyan;"  &gt;How to buy underwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is meant for guys... but the opposite sex is most welcome to learn how to buy more comfy undies for your guy friends or for &lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:blue;"  &gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about undies is... &lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:indigo;"  &gt;100% cotton is a must&lt;/span&gt; for your comfort. This is needed especially if you're sitting through movies or in a plane to somewhere far like &lt;span style=";font-size:20;color:orange;"  &gt;Tegucigalpa&lt;/span&gt; (capital of Costa Rica). Don't get those non strechy kind which will get displaced and will move to &lt;span style=";font-size:20;color:brown;"  &gt;other places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:indigo;"  &gt;Size matters.&lt;/span&gt; Well, first things first. Your banana does not really do the talking for your undy size. The thing is your hips and your buttocks speaks like your momma here. &lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:green;"  &gt;NOTE TO WOMEN: The guy with the biggest under-wear isn't exactly your kinda big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:indigo;"  &gt;Colour&lt;/span&gt; yes, is a big deal. I prefer white. NOT black. But for some reason, I have more blackies than whities. Guys tend to wear more black. Nope... that's not macho now. White defines everything... &lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:cyan;"  &gt;quoted by Proffesor Bryan Yong Hoe p.h.d socialogy and garment specialization.&lt;/span&gt; Black is fine though if you know when to wear it. In the morning is a big no no. You wouldn't want that hot girl looking at black undies in the morning. Not a fresh start and a fresh colour if you get what I mean. Black at night is a ok and it goes well with jeans and cargo pants only. A variation of different colours can change the mood and vibes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:red;"  &gt;red&lt;/span&gt;...                                         anger and rage. This may be interpreted wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:pink;"  &gt;polka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:beige;"  &gt;dots&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:pink;"  &gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:beige;"  &gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:pink;"  &gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:beige;"  &gt;white&lt;/span&gt;...  girls enjoy some brave men sometimes. But take it from me, the spots complicate things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:purple;"  &gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;...                                    no, purple does not generate love in this case as it is known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;...                                     freshens your day up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:orange;"  &gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;...                                   Su Ryn's favourite colour... but for me... utterly disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:pink;"  &gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;...                                       girls dig you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Types of underwear yes is the most important part of this talk. You wouldn't want to wear a bikini type if you've got a big ass.&lt;br /&gt;Tanga are generaly not a good idea if you have bad legs to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG2-pw5izkA/RXfr5_uYfTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JL_7-EaCKdk/s1600-h/Men_s_tanga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG2-pw5izkA/RXfr5_uYfTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JL_7-EaCKdk/s320/Men_s_tanga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005728892436643122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, G-Strings are for special occasions only. Rashes are not a good thing. Make sure you get the sales girl to look at you model the undie and get her to find the right colour and sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-5797625516480118039?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5797625516480118039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=5797625516480118039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5797625516480118039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5797625516480118039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/12/lesson-20-how-to-buy-undies.html' title='Lesson #20: How To Buy Undies'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG2-pw5izkA/RXfr5_uYfTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JL_7-EaCKdk/s72-c/Men_s_tanga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-5690502389332522184</id><published>2006-11-28T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:21:38.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keira Knightly vs. Eva Green</title><content type='html'>Introducing...&lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:teal;"  &gt;Eva Green&lt;/span&gt;. The newest Bond girl acting as Vesper Lynd in Casino Royale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1358/3729/1600/eva-green.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1358/3729/320/eva-green.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1358/3729/1600/80470ee4-ce3f-4043-848b-f003c0b20e71.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1358/3729/320/80470ee4-ce3f-4043-848b-f003c0b20e71.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like Keira Knightly in the matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1358/3729/1600/1492_479880928_keira_knightley_1_H200410_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1358/3729/320/1492_479880928_keira_knightley_1_H200410_L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1358/3729/1600/keira_knightley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1358/3729/320/keira_knightley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I like these two alluring and prepossessing women are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They posses that mysterious look which knocks any guys socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They look good with mascara and eyeliner. Their eyes are like lasers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They look enticing and beguiling with any kind of dress on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:17;color:orange;"  &gt;DISCLAIMER: I do not lust after these women who are beyond my reach and are way older than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-5690502389332522184?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5690502389332522184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=5690502389332522184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5690502389332522184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/5690502389332522184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/11/keira-knightly-vs-eva-green.html' title='Keira Knightly vs. Eva Green'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-2421153032224890088</id><published>2006-11-22T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:20:26.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rose for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1358/3729/1600/109393/PICT0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1358/3729/320/725581/PICT0009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a wedding last Saturday, I saved a rose for you when you're back. I still miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPMers are quite under a lot of pressure this week. Hard subjects... including &lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:teal;"  &gt;MORAL&lt;/span&gt; That's the first and I'll make sure it will be the &lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:brown;"  &gt;last&lt;/span&gt; exam I'll fail in &lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:orange;"  &gt;ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:cyan;"  &gt;Hillsong United&lt;/span&gt; came down here to SIB church to rock Meh-ley-see-uh. Their second last stop of their tour before they return to Oos-ter-rey-ria. I was on the balcony sitting on the chair watching the whole thing. I was clutching my seat tightly in case the balcony gave way. Seriously, the balcony was shaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-2421153032224890088?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2421153032224890088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=2421153032224890088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2421153032224890088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2421153032224890088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/11/rose-for-you.html' title='A Rose for You'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-3596090758051872138</id><published>2006-11-22T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:12:44.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe Me</title><content type='html'>I really miss you. Please come back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently watched "The Exorcism of Emily Rose'. Frankly, I don't think it was very scary and it didn't scare the &lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:orange;"  &gt;berjeebers&lt;/span&gt; out of me. It was really about a court case against the priest of a catholic church who exorcised a uni student and was sued for murderous negligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Mok, you better learn all thes fancy words to win me in court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only part that really scared the &lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:orange;"  &gt;berjeebers&lt;/span&gt; out of me was when the father was asking the demon/s inside of Emily and she started convulging and said one, two, three, four, five, six quickly in tongues. She actually did a better job counting than the Japanese in the video!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was based on a true story (that's what they say), Emily made a sacrifice to made this story heard all over the world. The demons tormented her and she died a painful and a cruel death with all her teeth broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it made me think about the revalation, The Comming of Christ and other stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get after watching these kind of movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-3596090758051872138?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3596090758051872138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=3596090758051872138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3596090758051872138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3596090758051872138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/11/breathe-me.html' title='Breathe Me'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-7164061745823306638</id><published>2006-11-21T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:10:44.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately, I feel that all the love of me has just been drained out. I mean, my passion isn' there anymore. I know, that can't be my reason. I know I should hold on and I should just shut up hold on tighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my piano practical exam is just next Saturday but me haven't really practiced yet. Can't seem to sit on that chair for long. But when it's two or three days from the exam... you probably won't see me anywhere else except on that chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went camping recently in Commenwealth park with the whole form three of SSS except&lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:pink;"  &gt;I-Lyn!&lt;/span&gt; Sorry la, but I supposed you had more *wink wink* fun there. To cap it all up, we had a good time eating barbecue or bruning it, setting up the tent when other people doesn't know how and jungle tracking. The best part of the whole time we were walking in the forest were getting &lt;span style=";font-size:26;color:cyan;"  &gt;leeches...yikes!&lt;/span&gt; and watching other people quiting... har har. I don't blame them though... The leeches were trying to get ahold of me but... I guess there's something wrong with me and my blood I got rejected... maybe to much sugar content or maybe... I'm an alien???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night I spent there was ok except to the fact we had a live &lt;span style=";font-size:23;color:lightgreen;"  &gt;orchestra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2732/3279/1600/861096/luther_college_symphony_orchestra_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2732/3279/320/827333/luther_college_symphony_orchestra_t.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lulling all of the audience there to sleep. Brian Mok played the flute, See Yau played the trombone and I think two other people beside my tent were playing a wind loose trumput and a cornet. Kidding la... Well, I looked terrible in the morning that's for sure. But me, as a lousy scout, am prepared to face such dangers. Conclusion, we all had fun and enjoyed each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2732/3279/1600/157527/m62400625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2732/3279/400/338026/m62400625.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Group Photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-7164061745823306638?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7164061745823306638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=7164061745823306638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7164061745823306638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7164061745823306638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/11/lately-i-feel-that-all-love-of-me-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-439733647930263029</id><published>2006-11-14T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:10:05.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince William, The Heir To The Throne</title><content type='html'>After the long search for a skin for my blog, I gave up and settled for &lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-size:24;color:white;"  &gt;white.&lt;/span&gt; I went looking everywhere but was never satisfied with all the skins on blogskins.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-size:24;color:white;"  &gt;white?&lt;/span&gt; I don't know either. I just have this affinity with this colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In English heraldry, white signified brightness, purity, virtue, and innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White is the traditional color of bridal dress in both western (European) and Japanese weddings. In Western weddings, a white dress is thought to be symbolic of purity (the bride has not engaged in pre-marital sex). This is also said to be the symbolism of the veil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White denotes peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to &lt;span style=";font-size:20;color:yellow;"  &gt;Tracy Chapman&lt;/span&gt; now. Although her singing doesn't strike me as the best, her songs are inspirational. No comparisons to &lt;span style=";font-size:26;color:cyan;"  &gt;Dream Theater&lt;/span&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/320/02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched &lt;span style=";font-size:22;color:lightgreen;"  &gt;Happy Feet&lt;/span&gt; last night with Uncle Robin and Auntie Jacqueline. Over dinner, he said something that stucked to my mind long after that. He said me and my brother were a metaphor of &lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:purple;"  &gt;Prince William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/willwales1982-20.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/320/willwales1982-20.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/Prince_Harry_inLesotho.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/320/Prince_Harry_inLesotho.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:orange;"  &gt;Prince Harry???&lt;/span&gt; It was kinda true though, the older one responsible over the younger idiot while the younger idiot goes out and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/accepted_poster-243x360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/320/accepted_poster-243x360.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday I went to Sunway Pyramid to watch &lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;Accepted.&lt;/span&gt; Real American stuff in there. Rejected graduate to college student builds a college. Dumb blondes, dumb jocks and babes are all included. A real American movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-439733647930263029?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/439733647930263029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=439733647930263029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/439733647930263029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/439733647930263029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/11/prince-william-heir-to-throne.html' title='Prince William, The Heir To The Throne'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-8865154071890688302</id><published>2006-11-04T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:09:02.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manities</title><content type='html'>Everyone is so moody these days. Han Hwa is his usual childish self and doesn't want to talk to me. I-Lyn muttered something surprising and was so moody that whole night that we all were moody too. Well I think I will just go with the flow and be moody. I went to school that day for program emas just to know that only 50 or less Form 3s attended school. The best part was, I was a facilitator of a station of &lt;span style=";font-size:30;color:pink;"  &gt;Scrabbles!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:17;color:cyan;"  &gt;YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;. Some &lt;span style=";font-size:25;color:green;"  &gt;bugger&lt;/span&gt; fong fei kei and I was kinda pissed. Aigh... everybody, at least I mean the form 3s should be happy, but I guess people are so buggered and look as if Pmr is still not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end, I want to leave you readers with a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a relationship or just broken out of one?&lt;br /&gt;Or either you're that princess in the tallest tower of the castle waiting for your prince?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are the the frog in the pond waiting to be kissed.&lt;br /&gt;Are you that person in your clicks waiting to be appreciated?&lt;br /&gt;Does your friends fulfill you?&lt;br /&gt;I feel that many people wants to be in a relationship or participate in their friend's activities because they think the other person/people will fulfil them.&lt;br /&gt;I think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Many people don't receive the love and attention so they go out and find it.&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who was idiotic enough to push me away from his clicks just because the circle wasn't big enough.&lt;br /&gt;He would laugh with people he doesn't agree with and will say things he doesn't normally say.&lt;br /&gt;The bottomline is that, nothing can fulfill yourself except you and God.&lt;br /&gt;Don't succumb to influence but instead, influence others.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying friends are not important.&lt;br /&gt;When you start to copy and imitate that person... would that person be considered a friend or an idol?&lt;br /&gt;Your friend should be someone you look at on the side.&lt;br /&gt;Not a step higher or lower.&lt;br /&gt;Just a buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s To those who just broke up, don't be down. You*** will know what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-8865154071890688302?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8865154071890688302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=8865154071890688302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8865154071890688302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8865154071890688302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/11/manities.html' title='Manities'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-857291261491119540</id><published>2006-10-29T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:07:03.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Recreated and Beauty Appreciated</title><content type='html'>Mom followed me to 1 Utama to find a job. All efforts were wasted. The conclusion and effect after the trip? We had ice cream. I finally got a chance to play the piano for someone's wedding. Yay. I don't have the photo's for the wedding (boo hoo) but I realized that even thought the wedding wasn't as grand or big as I thought it would or should be, it was so beautiful. I would rarely say anything or admit openly anything would be so beautiful but it just was even thought the couple wasn't the best lookers. They were normal people just like you and me. Even I was there imagining what would my wife will be like or how my wedding would be, I was so attracted by that sacred ceremony when a man and a woman says their vows with their whole heart and join their hearts and flesh in one unit. I was there crappping non-stop about how long my wife's dress would be (16 feet long), 4 pairs of bridemaids who will be carrying her dress, the decor and floral decorations. Anyone whom is interested should ask me as I would be glad to give you the  full description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding I had to rush off to Times Square to meet up with a friend.  =) I'm still allowing you guys do the imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sunday, the lesson was about the phases of life with the opposite sex. I guess the girls weren't so harsh on us guys. And please!!! I wasn't really critical... all the crap Kevin said was pushed to me!!! Brian, seriously... I don't think of girls badly.&lt;br /&gt;To sum everything up, we thought girls in GENERAL were:&lt;br /&gt;1. Selfish. Well it is kinda true because they endorse and indulge themselves in material products. On the other hand, some of us guys do too. tsk tsk. Teacher Robin said it was how do you phrase selfish. True..true... (This statement was commented by Kevin Tan and Brian Mok)&lt;br /&gt;2. Attractive. The male specimens have raging hormones and have extra amounts of testosterone. We males have raging hormones and therefore will be tempted to eat the opposite sex. Kevin said they were attractive. How, in what way??? =)&lt;br /&gt;3. Mature and easy to talk to.  This was kinda my main point in the end and everyone agreed to this statement. Generally, girls mature faster as you Form 3s have studied so hard in this year's Growth chapter. I beg to differ though. Not all girls are like that. Some contain some rage and anger in them which makes them so irate and irritable. Anything that gets in their way will be crushed and destroyed. This is kinda true when the "full moon" is up and they turn into were-wolves. That statement alone thought is still unfair. I think a lot of girls as mature people (but still incomparable to me!!!). They are definitely much more easier to talk to than talking to guys. Knowing us guys, we are not interested in anything other than sport and women. We get so easily turned off when we hear a life's story of other people. These statements are referring to some guys only though.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cute??? I didn't say this but Andrew and Brian said it. I don't get it either. As for me, I find the female species alluring, and indirect, tempting and indefinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this post, I would not be surprised when any girl or guy who reads this will be pissed off at each other or at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Brian, sorry for telling Nikki (Veronica) about it. Don't get pissed at me. The actual thing that happened was, she told me before you told me. So in actual fact, it was her who told me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-857291261491119540?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/857291261491119540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=857291261491119540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/857291261491119540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/857291261491119540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/10/boredom-recreated-and-beauty.html' title='Boredom Recreated and Beauty Appreciated'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-7702399508418563899</id><published>2006-10-22T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:05:49.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude an Peace</title><content type='html'>I went to Fraser's Hill on Friday (Deepavali). Jason, Min On, I-Lyn and Jo-Lyn were there with me to. At least there were some people for me to bug with. It was really quiet there, something that is hard for me to get used to- quietness. It was a good change to go to this laid-back and easy-going environment than just going into the hustle-bustle of the city life. Just the place for a SG leader retreat! &lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:pink;"  &gt;yay!&lt;/span&gt;(---meant to be sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Yong made me listen to &lt;span style=";font-size:22;color:green;"  &gt;Rainie Yang Cheng Ling's&lt;/span&gt; songs and I've been listening to it since, probably for three days non-stop? =P. I-Lyn told me that it was a sad song and I'm a sadist. &lt;span style=";font-size:20;color:cyan;"  &gt;Sam it is all your fault that you made me hear her songs.&lt;/span&gt; Disclaimer note: I only like Rainie's voice thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there's not much to blog about in Fraser's when &lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;MOST&lt;/span&gt; of the useless &lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:purple;"  &gt;buggers&lt;/span&gt; were just lazing around in Silver Park watching some anime called Chobits. Meanwhile... me I-Lyn and Jo-Lyn babysitted Isabel or more likely I babysitted &lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:yellow;"  &gt;three BIG babies&lt;/span&gt; in the playground. We then walked al the way to Shazan -my aching feet- just to play Ping Pong and Foosball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my free time I also kinda reflected on what the speaker had said about life. He said that everybody deep down wants to make a difference for an eternity. Just like Benjamin Franklin and Nelson Mandela. But in the end... all these people and thier acomplishments, do they really matter? At the end of time, have I really made a difference to the world and to myself? Playing sport and acheiving great results in your studies, do they really matter? I see many people living their lives and trying to suceed but only in the wrong aspects of their lives. The speaker said, live life like you're dying. What he said was just so right. I only have one queston for you guys out there--- what really matter's when you look back into your life? Your love for football? Entertaining your friends? or saving them? Your job for yourself? or the job assign to you that is your life's purpose? Someone is waiting for all of us at the end of time... so make your life and live your life meaningful with the right meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-7702399508418563899?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7702399508418563899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=7702399508418563899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7702399508418563899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7702399508418563899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/10/solitude-peace.html' title='Solitude an Peace'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-4111348452043913833</id><published>2006-10-19T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:01:33.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Alone</title><content type='html'>Just on my quiet time last night and while talking with Zi Qian on the trip, I've realised that I am so alone. Different. Other people have different attributes and respond differently. I've also realised that I don't act the way that most people would do. I'm an oddball. I've read on 1 Thesselonians 5:14 says that&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;"My friends, we beg you to warn anyone who isn't living right. Encourage anyone who feels left out, help all who are weak, and be patient with everyone."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all of us are different and will act differetly. Many will succumb to peer pressure and lead their lives differently. I need to stand still on my ground and hold to what I believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s:  Zi Qian, thanks for being a good and encouraging friend. Mei Shan told me. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-4111348452043913833?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4111348452043913833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=4111348452043913833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4111348452043913833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4111348452043913833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/10/lost-and-alone.html' title='Lost and Alone'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-4979095424025195812</id><published>2006-10-18T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:00:22.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka and Kukup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-01.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-01.slide.com&amp;channel=72057594045590785&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1" name="flashticker" align="middle" height="220" width="495"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 700px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="vertical-align: middle;" href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=72057594045590785&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;tt=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-01.slide.com/h2/72057594045590785/bl_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/slide3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=72057594045590785&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;tt=0" target="_blank"&gt;Get Your Own!&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msview/ticker?cid=72057594045590785&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;tt=0" target="_blank"&gt;View Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just back from Kukup with a bunch of crazy students.&lt;br /&gt;We gathered in the canteen on Monday at 7.00. I sat on the bus with Han Liang who was buggering me non-stop for the whole duration to cam-whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached A-Famosa with bright hopes and expectations which were kinda disappointed. There were bird shows and multi-animal shows which were okay... but I couldn't understand a single word he said. There was also a cowboy show which was somewhat pointless and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked into A-Famosa's apartments. I knew it was kinda a mistake when I sat in a table of male specimens like me with high metabolisms. Everyone on the table was hungry and wanted nothing else but food. We were cannibals competing for food. Food was not sufficient and Wai Ken, Han Hwa, Zachary and I had to buy instant noodles...bummer. We saw a few people buying booze and knew something was gonna happen that night. We visited cowboy town and played a bit of arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night... there was kinda more action. I was on my way to Daniel's room when I met Jun Hsien and Phui Yi. I followed them and went to Pn. Teh's room and kena a pep talk from her when we had Phui Yi all alone with us in the room. She was as I predicted... under a lot of stress when she found out about the booze thing. Kelvin was sick in the morning after drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transferred to Kukup the next day. I learned Mahjong!!! Highly addictive eventhough it may seem boring at the first glance. I played ping pong for the first time and failed miserably. I also became a witness for someone to give someone a smoochy on the cheek. (wolf-whistles) I played Mah Jong with Phui Loo until 5 am because she wouldn't let us leave the game until she wins... poor us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back everyone was unusually quiet and tired. Everyone just plonked into slumberland. We all arrived earlier than expected and relieved to get off the bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-4979095424025195812?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4979095424025195812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=4979095424025195812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4979095424025195812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4979095424025195812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/10/melaka-and-kukup.html' title='Melaka and Kukup'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-2831984818136891488</id><published>2006-10-09T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:59:14.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia Last Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-dd.slide.com&amp;channel=72057594044679901&amp;amp;cy=bl" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="220" width="495"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/f2/72057594044679901/bl_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/blank.gif" style="border: 0pt none ;" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-2831984818136891488?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2831984818136891488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=2831984818136891488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2831984818136891488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2831984818136891488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/10/australia-last-year.html' title='Australia Last Year'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-9135669523845734540</id><published>2006-10-08T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:55:55.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:green;"  &gt;自由&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=";font-size:13;color:pink;"  &gt;Freiheit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=";font-size:27;color:blue;"  &gt;свобода&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:yellow;"  &gt;ελευθερία&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:brown;"  &gt;자유&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:grey;"  &gt;liberté&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style=";font-size:29;color:cyan;"  &gt;vrijheid&lt;/span&gt; all means feedom from my PMR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this website supplemented from Brian Mok... &lt;a href="http://www.andrewchoo.com.my/component/option,com_frontpage/Itemid,1/"&gt;click here to find your results&lt;/a&gt; You need to join and give yr particulars to find out...or you could instead get the answers from me @ school and avoid all hassle. I found that i have 16 mistakes for Sejarah and I kinda think the answers provided for Sejarah are not reliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have been freed from this burden... I am not really that happy as I though I would be. I am still of course still retaining me 酷 (coolness) but seriously... I have no mood at all. I don't know why... I'm not mentally unstable mind you. But I feel down but not depressed. Even though I may make you guys laugh with my corny-ness but I am down but not yet out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Yuen Yang and gang on Saturday...  Ate McD's (bleagh)... three days in a row. We played bowling. My team won by demoralization to the other team. Sorry lah... I went home early to attend a music practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small goup later was ok... I guess... Casey pierced her tongue and nose... bizzare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forum we attended on Sunday was good in the beginning but when we reached the ending...I got kinda lost and didn't get it. Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-9135669523845734540?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9135669523845734540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=9135669523845734540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/9135669523845734540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/9135669523845734540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/10/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-7439957976021977520</id><published>2006-09-18T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:53:51.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears fom heavan for COMFORT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly a fortnight to PMR...&lt;br /&gt;The adrenaline is pumping in me even though I appear calm... God save me...&lt;br /&gt;I won't pretend I am not buggered at all for this gripping event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole period you can see PMR and SPM students close to having anxiety attacks...&lt;br /&gt;This period of pain, sorrow and disacchord.&lt;br /&gt;But I will continue to look on the bright side of things and move forward... many things are waiting&lt;br /&gt;Even though some bad thing occurred...&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask you to hide your pain... to hold your tears, or pretend to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Someone is there to help you out... it maybe me or the big G up there.&lt;br /&gt;We're here to lend a hand or hand you that icy drink on that hot sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;BE comforted... and we'll walk towards the light to a place where there will be peace.&lt;br /&gt;BE comforted.&lt;br /&gt;Even though if you didn't get the results you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;There is still a life waiting...&lt;br /&gt;So look ahead... and buck up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-7439957976021977520?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7439957976021977520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=7439957976021977520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7439957976021977520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/7439957976021977520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/09/tears-fom-heavan-for-comfort.html' title='Tears fom heavan for COMFORT'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-4342885864058093175</id><published>2006-09-12T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:52:42.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Yong... the devil teacher</title><content type='html'>As the tittle suggests... me and I-Lyn are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;color:Green;"  &gt;teachers!!!&lt;/span&gt; Teacher Leslie wanted us to be tutors to dumbers like Brian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/boy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/400/boy.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... she made me teach and I couldn't really refuse to a &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;young, blond and attractive&lt;/span&gt; teacher, couldn't I? No lar... she's not that bad actually. Even though how long-winded she is... her lessons are kinda interesting in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to me everyone... I'm called a devil by a stranger for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/0060-0511-0412-1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/400/0060-0511-0412-1011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it was by my cousin's little friend Brandon. Yay... another Brandon. It was when I asked Marcus (my cousin) to not kacau me... and I put some curry powder in his rice... Mam Bennalyn caught me and that was when I heard... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:20;color:Green;"  &gt;"Marcus why your older cousin brother so evil like a devil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-4342885864058093175?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4342885864058093175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=4342885864058093175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4342885864058093175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4342885864058093175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/09/mr-yong-devil-teacher.html' title='Mr Yong... the devil teacher'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1582056088099464298</id><published>2006-09-08T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:51:07.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to me...my whole family will be deprived from ice-cream. Just like Jo-Lyn, I enjoy ice-cream very very much. So much that I eat it everyday...to every half a day...then every four hours and now one hour intervals. I can't help myself... I still eat it whether it is one spoon full to five jumbo scoops. I prefer the five jumbo scoops though. But luckily enough my metabolism is fast enough if not... I might just be like this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/obese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/320/obese.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope that my little metabolism keeps running until I'm old enough to feel sick of ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials are not officially ended yet. Monday is the last day because they couldn't fit all of the exams in five. Art and B.M. left... art... well I hope Pn. Kwang will be fooled either by my jinjang type of drawing (she loves jinjang colours and thinks pink and green goes well together) or by my fantastical good looks (no need for the applause  or cheer please my fans) that makes her blind. (I'm kinda being half sarcastic..well maybe not) It's a Friday and my parents are out. Sittting in the house half wanting to study and half wanting to grab some of that tempting, sweet, delicious, scrupmtious, mouth watering vanilla macadamia caramel cruch that my mom's been saving for other times. So I thought what else to do but just blog. I remembered in some spiritual help book on temptations that when you're tempted to do some other things you should keep yourself occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptations... what are your temptations? I think I should get people who read this and have a blog to write the top six things that tempt them the most. That means Ying  Ling (I probably have a raft idea), Brian, Kevin, Zi Qian and I-Lyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top ten things that tempt me.&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice cream (especially the tasty looking nut cruch with caramel fuze of cookies in the freezer)&lt;br /&gt;2. A sweet young lady with a nice tush who acts like a sweet young lady. This does not include those barbaric women out there with their chest hair sticking out. (all this is probably true except the tush part... well... maybe not... how naughty of me)&lt;br /&gt;3. A chance to drop my brother of a cliff with a deep ravine with horrors unimaginable in  result that he dies a horrible infernal death.&lt;br /&gt;4. The above is the same to the person sitting beside me... non other than Han Hwa. Han Hwa, if you're reading this... you should be glad to know that I am still planning to murder you.&lt;br /&gt;5. A nice pillow for my head to rest in the classroom&lt;br /&gt;6. Lastly... an offer for me to present myself to the fans out there who simply can't resist me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice-cream is calling me...my destiny awaits in the next freezer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-1582056088099464298?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1582056088099464298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1582056088099464298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1582056088099464298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1582056088099464298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/09/yummy.html' title='Yummy...'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-740349208068131837</id><published>2006-09-05T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:50:30.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold My Hand</title><content type='html'>Exams, exams, exams are what we Form 3s are talking about. I now see people who were once lazy-asses now hiding their noses into their Sejarah and K.H books. aiyoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the funny side of me anymore... I don't feel me wild and joyous anymore. Everyone around me is so moody and is just so close to snap. I need some one to hold my hand. my mommy and daddy held my little pudgy hand when I was young but I suppose now I have to stand on my two feet and be independant. But there is still a person who still holds my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold my hand in the darkness and shadows.&lt;br /&gt;I do not fear anything because You gives me the strenght to go on.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have dissapointed You...&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm forgiven and I'm alright again when I say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Please hold my hand... I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;Just guide me and I will follow.&lt;br /&gt;You knew me in the the secret place when there was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;All I want at the moment is for You to hold my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-740349208068131837?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/740349208068131837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=740349208068131837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/740349208068131837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/740349208068131837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/09/hold-my-hand.html' title='Hold My Hand'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-3428422115947281832</id><published>2006-08-25T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:49:44.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>West Side Story...I Feel pretty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/West%20side%20story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/320/West%20side%20story.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IY6pwKrhLC0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IY6pwKrhLC0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you guys have either watched West Side Story the musical or either heard me singing it in the showers... it is an amusing song... Introducing 'I Feel Pretty'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Side Story - I Feel Pretty Lyrics                        &lt;br /&gt;MARIA&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty, oh so pretty&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty and witty and gay&lt;br /&gt;And I pity any girl who isn't me today&lt;br /&gt;I feel charming, oh so charming&lt;br /&gt;It's alarming how charming I feel&lt;br /&gt;And so pretty, that I hardly can believe I'm real&lt;br /&gt;See the pretty girl in that mirror there?&lt;br /&gt;Who can that attractive girl be?&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty face, such a pretty dress&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty smile, such a pretty me!&lt;br /&gt;I feel stunning, and entrancing&lt;br /&gt;Feel like running and dancing for joy&lt;br /&gt;For I'm loved, by a pretty wonderful boy&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;Have you met my good friend Maria&lt;br /&gt;The craziest girl on the block?&lt;br /&gt;You'll know her the minute you see her&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she's in love&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she's in Spain&lt;br /&gt;She isn't in love&lt;br /&gt;She's merely insane&lt;br /&gt;It must be the heat&lt;br /&gt;Or some rare disease&lt;br /&gt;Or too much to eat&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's fleas&lt;br /&gt;Keep away from her&lt;br /&gt;Send for Chino&lt;br /&gt;This is not the Maria we know&lt;br /&gt;Modest and pure&lt;br /&gt;Polite and refined&lt;br /&gt;Well-bred and mature&lt;br /&gt;And out of her mind!&lt;br /&gt;Miss America, Miss America, speech!&lt;br /&gt;Miss America, bravo, speech!&lt;br /&gt;MARIA&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty, oh so pretty&lt;br /&gt;That the city should give me its key&lt;br /&gt;A committee, should be organized to honour me&lt;br /&gt;I feel dizzy, I feel sunny&lt;br /&gt;I feel fizzy and funny and fine&lt;br /&gt;And so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Miss America can just resign&lt;br /&gt;See the pretty girl in that mirror there&lt;br /&gt;(What mirror, where?)&lt;br /&gt;Who can that attractive girl be?&lt;br /&gt;(Which, what, where, whom?)&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty face, such a pretty dress&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty smile, such a pretty me!&lt;br /&gt;MARIA &amp; GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;I feel stunning, and entrancing&lt;br /&gt;Feel like running and dancing for joy&lt;br /&gt;For I'm loved, by a pretty wonderful boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you all heard and witness this... my madness is confirmed. It is contagious too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another case... this is for Zi Qian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/Screenshot_2.png"&gt;Click me&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/400/Screenshot_2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-3428422115947281832?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3428422115947281832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=3428422115947281832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3428422115947281832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3428422115947281832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/west-side-storyi-feel-pretty.html' title='West Side Story...I Feel pretty...'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-875842308287375330</id><published>2006-08-21T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:47:28.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Tag</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by Brian...&lt;br /&gt;List Seven Songs you are into right now.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your blog along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they're listening to.&lt;br /&gt;1. Because of You by Kelly Clarkson...she's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/B000BYY1AA.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/400/B000BYY1AA.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/countingcrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/400/countingcrows.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Sonnets of The Four Seasons by Antonio Vivaldi (Baroque era)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/vivaldi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/400/vivaldi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hymm by Bond inspired by that prissy guy above. Neve thought good looking chicks can play good music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/info2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/400/info2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All I Ask of You by Phantom of The Opera (I know those ppl out there disliking the Form 2 Lit are Phantom of The Opera haters but this is a real classy song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/B00005V8V6.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/400/B00005V8V6.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Turrandot: Nessun Dorma sang by Luciano Pavarotti...seriously moves you...literaly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/pavarotti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/400/pavarotti.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.借口 (Excuses) by Jay Chou...no matter how much I dislike his singing and his ban cool looks...still have to give him credit for the lyrical creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/jay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/400/jay2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;2. ZI Qian&lt;br /&gt;3. I-Lyn&lt;br /&gt;4. Rowena (if she's still alive)&lt;br /&gt;5. Audrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-875842308287375330?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/875842308287375330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=875842308287375330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/875842308287375330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/875842308287375330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/music-tag.html' title='Music Tag'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-1765727463425844474</id><published>2006-08-18T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:45:39.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at the birdy...</title><content type='html'>Well... today... I think everyone's mad including me.&lt;br /&gt;Perhimpunan was a boring and I was busy kacauing Han Hwa.&lt;br /&gt;After that... we went for KH... and I PASSED&gt;...just that border line. Han Hwa got whacked twice...haha&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day... we (3 Cempaka) was supposed to decorate the class. Burung mewakili kebebasan. And guess what was I doing?&lt;br /&gt;We were folding origami birds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/origami_crane.jpg"&gt;Nice little birdie&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/400/origami_crane.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Han Hwa or was it Chong Sheng who started commenting on me being a MB (the idiot)... then the whole group started to talk about birds... utterly disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;It was like...&lt;br /&gt;MB: I lend my bird to Phui Loo...&lt;br /&gt;Some disgusting pert: You shouldn't have, she'll keep it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MB: I like that bird&lt;br /&gt;Another disgusting idiot: Of course... you're just jealous cause' you don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MB: Mommy... I want a birdie...&lt;br /&gt;Chong Sheng the idiot squashes MB's bird whom MB folded it after so much hard work.&lt;br /&gt;MB: Oh no!!! I'll tell my mommy... you squashed my birdie... you evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it goes on...&lt;br /&gt;"That birdie big..."&lt;br /&gt;"That bird is so pretty"&lt;br /&gt;"Phui Loo's bird is so #$%@#$%"&lt;br /&gt;"The bird means freedom??? wt..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what... I think I better stop now... cause this is driving me nuts... And speaking of nuts...&lt;br /&gt;Nope... me as a saint will not raise the topic. Ying Ling...you and your nuts.&lt;br /&gt;You all should not let this incident make you all think I'm like one of those idiots... but please think of me as the little innocent saint-like kid down the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-1765727463425844474?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1765727463425844474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=1765727463425844474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1765727463425844474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/1765727463425844474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-at-birdy.html' title='Look at the birdy...'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-2161301303499749213</id><published>2006-08-12T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:35:33.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag you're it</title><content type='html'>Come to think of it... I liked playing catching when I was that little squirt you saw running around school or church. So long ago... Maybe I even still like it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... this is probably my last update until after PMR... so don't miss me my devoted readers and fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tagged by I-Lyn.&lt;br /&gt;the rules are:&lt;br /&gt;1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover&lt;br /&gt;2. Has to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are tagged the second time.There is NO need to do this again.&lt;br /&gt;5. Lastly, most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok first of all... it would be kinda obvious that my perfect lover is a male... I mean female (Oopsie). So i dun't really see the point of putting that clause of that rule in.&lt;br /&gt;Ok... time to get serious... (I'm seriously gonna get serious for this seriously serious part of this serious game)&lt;br /&gt;The points are:&lt;br /&gt;1. She must be a strong and faithful beliver in God.&lt;br /&gt;2. She belives in my love and can trust in me that I will do my best to give her the security she needs.&lt;br /&gt;3. She is humourously funny and can understand my lame jokes that I make to other people which deserves cricking of crickets.&lt;br /&gt;4. She is passionately in love with me as I am with her.&lt;br /&gt;5. She will see through the weaknesses in me and suppport me.&lt;br /&gt;6. She will give me a kiss when I come home from work and can 煮饭 (cook) as good or even better than my mom.&lt;br /&gt;7. Can give me good massage... ah... so syok...&lt;br /&gt;8. Finally... she won't be so 凶 (fierce)... aiyo... those fierce women out there so fierce until the husband so scared of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-2161301303499749213?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2161301303499749213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=2161301303499749213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2161301303499749213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/2161301303499749213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag you&apos;re it'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-8471733352945591041</id><published>2006-08-09T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:34:47.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict... after exposition before climax</title><content type='html'>These few days, me and Han Hwa has been really annoying and I think we've pissed off Sheng Li and Sue Vern..&lt;br /&gt;Well... maybe we all were irritating but I supposed they wouldn't need to look at us that way... or maybe we were real irritating. =) Aiya... I was quite buggered at first but then I just thought it was amusing. They're probably devising more insults to me.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I get when I am talking to a mental cat sitting besides me. Must not be so irritating la me... (I also admit ) conflicts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scouts camp this Sat... I suppose if I help then I would be fine. Tuck Loong angry at those people who deserted scouts. He shouldn't respond that way though... but I suppose he had a point there. Conflicts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas and I were sitting at one quiet corner to study in WBS and guess what? Han Liang's theory of rotten eggs were true.&lt;br /&gt;We both were sitting there quietly and suddenly it hit me like a bus. I didn't belive it at first but... Proffesor Han Liang deserves the nobel prize to discover this magical phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/phy-che.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/400/phy-che.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;The Nobel Prize of Chemistry to discover such a phenomenon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being a sexist here, but if you just take a look see, you would probably find that there is a girl involved in a conflict. aiyo... dangerous man. Probably you shouldn't pick a fight with them during their 'peak' period. Then in their inner circles of girls... there's probably biting up each other's back. Sam told me to not so involved with girls who have their estrogen or progestrogen high up. He said that girls are complex organisms... so guys are less complex? I dun't know, but these high and spicy girls are erratic and unpredictable... The wonders of women and their womenhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-8471733352945591041?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8471733352945591041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=8471733352945591041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8471733352945591041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/8471733352945591041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/conflict-after-exposition-before-climax.html' title='Conflict... after exposition before climax'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-3875097001845678109</id><published>2006-08-05T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:34:04.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 BR... just yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/Screenshot_1.4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/400/Screenshot_1.3.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment to stop and think... My 2BR friends last year... really had a great time then&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I don't have your photo here... and for those in the pic I didn't give an elaboration... sorry la.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously wasting so much time on this blogging... I couldn't put everyone's pic here... I'll do a second version next time of this year's class and church mates'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-3875097001845678109?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3875097001845678109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=3875097001845678109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3875097001845678109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/3875097001845678109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/2-br-just-yesterday.html' title='2 BR... just yesterday'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-6692832246391357928</id><published>2006-08-01T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:32:39.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>undies, boxers and more...</title><content type='html'>Uncle Robin gave the weirdest statement to keep your cool... think of him or naked sheep dancing around in a field. Weird and bizzare it is. So that brought me along the lines of underwear for the topic of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undies... Renoma, Clavin Klein, Depi, Pierre Cardin and the rest of the junk. The worst colour of undies are actually shocking pink or red... We guys have our preferences of boxers and the lycra-triangular undie. This whole week we (Umesh, Han Liang, Thomas) been asking our delectable moniter what colour of undie (which part I'm not telling) he/she's been wearing... cause lately last week our poor moniter got "spotted" by our asst. moniter Han Liang or Thomas that he/she's wearing polka dotted under wear. Disgusting actually. Someone said it waas bought from Scarlet... oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/1600/images.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2732/3279/320/images.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't so bad... after venturing to Ipoh this year. my poor small group youths are under the impression that people in Ipoh don't wear any undies. It was when I walked into a restaurant... then I think my eyes wandered off somewhere and saw this guy's ass crack. Lucky Andrew Liow was the second lucky person to see it. Not too long after that, Nikki saw a women's one too... and these kind of people who don't wear underwear popped up like the pimples on a teenagers face raging with hormones. So my conclusion for people out there... wear what ever you guys want inside cause we don't want any of your insides getting too much of our paparazie kind of exposure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-6692832246391357928?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6692832246391357928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=6692832246391357928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/6692832246391357928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/6692832246391357928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/08/undies-boxers-and-more.html' title='undies, boxers and more...'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-816932326126146212</id><published>2006-07-25T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:30:42.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wOo...</title><content type='html'>Me wake up... me feel like caveman... me grumpy... me hit dumb bruduh and smash bruduh's skull.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you try to wake me up in the early wee hours of Saturday... for my brother's case la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;I went rock climbing to celebrate I-Lyn's birthday... met two of her quirky friends... made me want to go to MC more. Really enjoyed it. Something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday...&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone dreads to go for assembly. Especially when you have to listen to our headmistress drone on and on... (She's a nice person but boring). It was the opening ceremony for a soccorthon fund raising event. The Dato' from the Damansara district made the event a tad bit more interesting when he gave his speech. Not being mean, but when he spoke, it was as if he had a duck squeaker stuck in his throat... and obviously everyone was stiffling their laughter... I got told off for laughing by a prefect who was also laughing himself. tut tut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;This is the day that i remember that I sit with a mental patient from Tanjung Rambutan that needs me to feed him his pills every 2 hours. I dunno whether i pity him or myself. Aiyo... I really kena from the girls sitting in front of me and beside me when they (Chong Sheng, Han Hwa and the rest of the buggers) play and I don't do anything. Just today, Thomas, Kai Ming, Han Hwa, Wai Yew and Chong Sheng was folding newspaper pellets and firing at each other across the class. Gawsh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... today is I-Lyn's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to know you, a person who asks me to chill always but sendiri also dunno how to chill. =)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being a slave driver and a irritable bugger when planning the games last year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-816932326126146212?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/816932326126146212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=816932326126146212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/816932326126146212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/816932326126146212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/woo.html' title='wOo...'/><author><name>Brys</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2885910971344268289.post-4872571472026629143</id><published>2006-07-22T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:29:38.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attached or addicted? Me as an oddball</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I just realised something...&lt;br /&gt;I am not really attached to something.&lt;br /&gt;Jason is attached to his football,&lt;br /&gt;Han Hwa is attached to his anime movies,&lt;br /&gt;Eunice is attachd to her chinese sitcom show,&lt;br /&gt;I-Lyn likes dancing,&lt;br /&gt;Yuen Ling is addicted to scouts,&lt;br /&gt;Ying Ling to her fashionable outfits and accessories in Topshop and her shoes. (and of course my checkbook, dah-ling)&lt;br /&gt;Han Liang probably would be addicted to girls or something more???&lt;br /&gt;Rowena, Jolyn and the rest of te world would enjoy best insulting me.&lt;br /&gt;But me... for one thing is that I am not hooked on to games, sports or anything... just an odd ball...&lt;br /&gt;But there is one thing in my life that I am hooked on to ... my heavanly father above.&lt;br /&gt;It is just sometimes when you just keep sinning and you don't really realise it because everyone is blind and numb from their doings. I may not be exactly doing everything on what He says now... but I am proud to say that I am glad and grateful that I have Him and will be willing to live a live full of intergrity for him. My convenant with Him, His promise to me. He is my rock and my reedeemer. My first love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2885910971344268289-4872571472026629143?l=ybryanspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4872571472026629143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2885910971344268289&amp;postID=4872571472026629143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4872571472026629143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2885910971344268289/posts/default/4872571472026629143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ybryanspace.blogspot.com/2006/07/attached-or-addicted-me-as-oddball.html' title='Attached or addicted? 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