<?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-3675810620927048504</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:30:07.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLOUR BOY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-4465599460088862794</id><published>2010-07-04T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:14:09.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tumblr Promotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fixuplooksharp.co.nz/hale/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/tumblr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 275px;" src="http://fixuplooksharp.co.nz/hale/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/tumblr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously from the title and the humungous yellow picture above, all of you reading this post would have guessed already. I now have a Tumblr in my life. Surprisingly I like it and Yes, mum! I know it's going to be tough to update two blogs with my hectic schedule running loose. Well, who said life had to be easy-going, right? *laughs* Have fun reading more of my posts people. I'll try to update you guys with some fresh stuff. Remember to visit me at Tumblr too, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;www.johnboscoyu.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-4465599460088862794?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/4465599460088862794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/07/tumblr-promotion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/4465599460088862794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/4465599460088862794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/07/tumblr-promotion.html' title='A Tumblr Promotion'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-5299792267317915746</id><published>2010-06-15T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:57:17.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back, Sir Gaga!</title><content type='html'>So, it has been quite awhile since I have written a post. Well, I have been real busy. Okay, not that busy. Okay, fine I wasn't busy to begin with. The days of my boredom have kicked in and decided to rob me of my sanity and creativity. The sadness the flows through the veins of a growing teen. Was that really 'emo' or what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cebuperformers.com/uploads/girls-emo-haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cebuperformers.com/uploads/girls-emo-haircut.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I overreacted, anyhow, my days of blogging have been extended by the crazy man that lives within my subconscious mind. So, look out for more outrageous posts, concerning the crazy, moronic acts that I will be doing with my little monster friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Thanks for the nickname, guys! Sir Gaga is back in this city!!! RAWR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-5299792267317915746?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/5299792267317915746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-back-sir-gaga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/5299792267317915746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/5299792267317915746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-back-sir-gaga.html' title='Welcome Back, Sir Gaga!'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-3006673450009060169</id><published>2010-03-19T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:46:37.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo-less post...</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been feeling pretty lazy to upload pictures onto this particular post my nice lil' readers. The world as we know it to me has a totally new meaning. I don't know why I'm saying this but my mind feels like a million bucks (though it already is worth a million bucks... XD just joking). I don't know how many times I've said this but yes... I believe a new 'JBY' is heading your way and he is well... let's just say he has changed. Though the situation he is facing now (which he will never completely reveal) is being a total bitch on his life, he (Why am I talking about myself as a third person) is back on a whole new level. Look out people! 'JBY' has been upgraded! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post just doesn't seem normal without a picture... Hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Entertainment/images-5/superman-brandon-routh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 423px;" src="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Entertainment/images-5/superman-brandon-routh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, much better... Ciao my beloved readers... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "7a241ab729ff322e6559ee527b3dbbb9";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-3006673450009060169?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/3006673450009060169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/03/photo-less-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/3006673450009060169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/3006673450009060169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/03/photo-less-post.html' title='Photo-less post...'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-3609944571936086477</id><published>2010-02-22T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:48:26.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://openreflections.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/the-power-of-words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 478px; height: 382px;" src="http://openreflections.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/the-power-of-words.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words means words... You can't really describe the meaning of the word 'words'. Now, can you? Humans live everyday, using words as a tool of communication - improving civilisation to its fullest. However, sometimes the same word said by two different people can sound so different. Maybe some of you have been through this before, but I know that I have. A lesson that should be learnt is that we should be careful with our choice of words. You're probably thinking, "Psssttt... that's so friggin' easy! This guy is such a moron." Well, probably I am a moron, probably I am an idiot; a fool... but think about it. When you don't really think about what you're saying, your words might come out so different from the way you expected them to sound. Feelings have to be taken care of, especially those of the ones you love. This might be just a short post written by an amateur teenage blogger. Even if you are trying to not believe what I've written, you've got to believe it because I guarantee you that this is the truth. Your mouth is for you to control, not for somebody else. Think about what you're saying about others. 'The pot calling the kettle black', I don't think you'd like to be referred as someone like that, right? So, think about it. Let it actually seep through your mind. Think about what you've said today, yesterday. Learn from the mistakes you have made and correct them. You wouldn't want people to shun you. And why do I know this? That's because it has happened to me before... and I'd do anything to be given a second chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, my beloved readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "7a241ab729ff322e6559ee527b3dbbb9";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-3609944571936086477?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/3609944571936086477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/02/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/3609944571936086477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/3609944571936086477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/02/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-4739923390130507238</id><published>2010-01-30T20:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:48:47.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Met My Evil Twin</title><content type='html'>Well, having to lead a moronic life is hard work, especially when you have 'extras' in your life. However, sometimes there is no work. This phenomenon would most likely be called the very free phenomenon. Even though this may seem like a very good thing, still, boredom is starting to seep through my practically dumbfounded yet quite interesting mediocre life. So, I found another person (believe or not) who is as spontaneous and silly like I am. Can you guess who he is...&lt;br /&gt;...........................................&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;.............................................&lt;br /&gt;............................................................&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;..........................................................&lt;br /&gt;                  ..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;              ............................................................&lt;br /&gt;            .......................................................&lt;br /&gt;         ............................................................&lt;br /&gt;     .......................................................&lt;br /&gt;  .......................................................&lt;br /&gt;..................................................&lt;br /&gt;         ............................................................ &lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;.............................................&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................&lt;br /&gt;          ...........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;         ............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;                    .................................................................&lt;br /&gt;                               ......................................................&lt;br /&gt;                                       ..............................................&lt;br /&gt;                                                    .................................&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   ..................&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             ........&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 ....&lt;br /&gt;.............. &lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;........ Me XD! Yes, that is quite true. I've found my evil twin... If you don't believe me, I have very H-O-T HOT evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence number 1&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was shocked to find Mr.Chua commenting me on Facebook, my evil twin bumped into me for no reason at all. This was an absolute no-no because you wouldn't wanna be disturbed when your having a shocker, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2Qm-cECprI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rtFV735aVHQ/s1600-h/my+evil+twin+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2Qm-cECprI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rtFV735aVHQ/s400/my+evil+twin+one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432509904642549426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,obviously I was so effing pissed and I looked at him with a drunken look to make him feel vulnerable and slow. Then, immediately I glared at him and pointed my finger at him. This would be Evidence number 2.&lt;br /&gt;Evidence number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2Qn-Yxd18I/AAAAAAAAAHw/4kukmUwYE7M/s1600-h/evil+twin+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2Qn-Yxd18I/AAAAAAAAAHw/4kukmUwYE7M/s400/evil+twin+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432511003270961090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cowardly surrendered and he felt sorry after that... As a result he wanted to make it up to me and did what seemed to be (to most retarded people larh) very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very extremely 'eccentric' also considered weird... This goes to Evidence number 3 of my very interesting discovery of my evil twin. Please be aware that reader discretion is advised.&lt;br /&gt;Evidence number 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2QpFmYL2UI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3OJhz879Pqo/s1600-h/evil+twin+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2QpFmYL2UI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3OJhz879Pqo/s400/evil+twin+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432512226693732674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it and I do hope that all of you will have a very pleasant (hopefully you can...) evening. Good night my beloved readers. Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "7a241ab729ff322e6559ee527b3dbbb9";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-4739923390130507238?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/4739923390130507238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-met-my-evil-twin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/4739923390130507238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/4739923390130507238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-met-my-evil-twin.html' title='I Met My Evil Twin'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2Qm-cECprI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rtFV735aVHQ/s72-c/my+evil+twin+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-7779143268561804035</id><published>2010-01-28T20:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:13:54.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Diaries</title><content type='html'>Dear Birthday diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this is actually another one of my 'smexy' (montrous+sexy) posts, guess why it could be so special? It's my effing birthday!! My Sweet Sixteen without the troublesome bling and tacky invites to my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GIzxbF57I/AAAAAAAAAGA/OWM4ocMqxxE/s1600-h/bday+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GIzxbF57I/AAAAAAAAAGA/OWM4ocMqxxE/s400/bday+boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431773048607205298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;Well, unlike certain people, I prefer to have my birthday celebrated usually with a gathering of close friends or family or both. However, for the past few years, I have been spending it mostly alone at night. (The sadness that is experienced during one's teenage life *sigh*) My mother, who is awfully kind and very very very loving, indeed decided to make a small celebration just for the fun of it. (:D I love her so much~) She cooked up the long noodles that we, Chinese always eat during our birthdays, ordered up two dishes that my family really love, cooked up her infamous 'yong tau fu' and bought a cake that she forced me to pick out at Mariott Hotel. I didn't want one but she forced me. (I bet she really wanted to have a taste, too. XD) Having spent RM38.00++ on a cake probably one third of a whole Secret Recipe cake was obviously gila.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GKCMAMl4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/QG4dvRcrExs/s1600-h/gila+coughing+money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GKCMAMl4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/QG4dvRcrExs/s400/gila+coughing+money.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431774395771950978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, we had fun. Picked up my sister from her school, went home. Set up the dinner table at around four thirthy-ish. Had dinner... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GK52JkkJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-BD4tFtPY4Y/s1600-h/015.jpg"&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/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GK52JkkJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-BD4tFtPY4Y/s400/015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431775351978365074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GK5bApiXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cBqdbTyIpm0/s1600-h/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GK5bApiXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cBqdbTyIpm0/s400/013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431775344693184882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GK5DHzdmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/D-9Xwv9ehsU/s1600-h/012.jpg"&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/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GK5DHzdmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/D-9Xwv9ehsU/s400/012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431775338280744546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was time for cake cutting. So, I took the cake out, poked the candles on it, lit them up, took pictures-SNAP!SNAP! With my new Nokia5730 XD. (Will talk about my new phone in another post:) When I was looking at the sixteen burning candles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GK6POr0DI/AAAAAAAAAHY/be8txErNQeM/s1600-h/021.jpg"&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/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GK6POr0DI/AAAAAAAAAHY/be8txErNQeM/s400/021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431775358710698034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "Dang, 16 years... wait... the first 6 years don't count cause I was still considered an idiot, then... Well, who cares? *laughs* So, 16 years... a lot of things happened... BUT I AIN'T GONNA TELL YOU WHAT I WISHED FOR CAUSE IT WOULD BE BAD LUCK :P!!! XD So, as I blew the candles and dissected the cake(just kidding). I felt really great and randomly wondered how will my life be in another 16 years. Maybe I could be a male supermodel one day. (Don't laugh! You would never know) Maybe one day you might see this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GKCbocn7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/9bR2ROcQaCg/s1600-h/supermodel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GKCbocn7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/9bR2ROcQaCg/s400/supermodel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431774399967305650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, soon after that my mum's friend, a very graceful lady, Miss P, came with... can you guess what she brought? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GK6rzW3eI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lr8UZB2u5NE/s1600-h/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GK6rzW3eI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lr8UZB2u5NE/s400/022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431775366380707298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another cake. My fats started to tingle when I saw her clutching the plastic bag that contained my future fats. I couldn't turn her down. So, I had to bring in the cake for another cutting but no candles. Like my mumma always says, 'once you blow out your candles for this year, no more candle blowing until the next year'. And so I hope the following pictures will be able to satisfy your hunger for moronic humour XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GI1_s9VfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NRccOEO_CqQ/s1600-h/cutie+berry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GI1_s9VfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NRccOEO_CqQ/s400/cutie+berry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431773086799975922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GI1Rruf5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/6-8Gd9albk0/s1600-h/cake+battle.jpg"&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/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GI1Rruf5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/6-8Gd9albk0/s400/cake+battle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431773074446778258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GI08XF69I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IlZq7UsM4ds/s1600-h/cake+baju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GI08XF69I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IlZq7UsM4ds/s400/cake+baju.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431773068723088338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GI0SIpifI/AAAAAAAAAGI/J4jm4cKBOyg/s1600-h/cake+attention.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GI0SIpifI/AAAAAAAAAGI/J4jm4cKBOyg/s400/cake+attention.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431773057388218866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GKCjj8CeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hgJ7NgTl4ow/s1600-h/name+so+wrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GKCjj8CeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hgJ7NgTl4ow/s400/name+so+wrong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431774402095876578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for this post. Can't wait for next year cause after my next birthday, you know what I'm gonna get right? Here's a hint - HONK!HONK! Goodnight my very fun readers! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-7779143268561804035?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/7779143268561804035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-diaries.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/7779143268561804035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/7779143268561804035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-diaries.html' title='The Birthday Diaries'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S2GIzxbF57I/AAAAAAAAAGA/OWM4ocMqxxE/s72-c/bday+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-79460853982293802</id><published>2010-01-27T14:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:49:16.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded and interestingly Moronic</title><content type='html'>This may seem like some ordinary blog post... because it is. :D Today as in 27th January 2010 has been awfully retarded and interestingly moronic. Yes, my favourite semi-complicated words would be retarded and moronic. (In your face, those who always call people 'cacat' and stupid!) The 'Homework War' is ending soon. I thank the Heavens for being so kind-hearted. Surprisingly, I'm still standing. Yay! You sucks homeworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1_6XzkvgOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RxSkZzOp-LQ/s1600-h/no+homeworks!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1_6XzkvgOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RxSkZzOp-LQ/s400/no+homeworks!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431334962520359138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, as I said, was retarded and interestingly moronic because Neej, Nic, Rachel, Mafia and I kept laughing during physics class while Jerren was being rajin. I was so stupid for thinking that one round of the stop watch = 1 minute. (When it was suppose to be 1 round = 30 seconds) we screwed our previous measurements with correction tape and managed to redo the measurements which were not so huge anymore. The second problem we had was... we didn't know how to draw the graph. Well, I winged it and we all did the same way. Well, I'm too lazy to type out my elaborate description of what exactly happened. Here comes the Bosco doodles (brought to you by John Bosco)! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Physics class and everyone was finishing off their PEKA or so they thought they had finished... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1_6YfLKrSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CN4OvjHf4wo/s1600-h/physics+lab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1_6YfLKrSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CN4OvjHf4wo/s400/physics+lab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431334974224248098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our conversation went like this...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, how come our measurement so big? I see other people's measurement so small bah?&lt;br /&gt;Neej: Don't know. Did you count it wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, I don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several sentences later...&lt;br /&gt;Mafia: John, correction tape.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kay mafia. *hands correction tape over to mafia* &lt;br /&gt;Rachel: John, you sure you didn't take the time wrongly?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea. Memang 43 seconds... &lt;br /&gt;Mafia: How did you count the seconds? You didn't count it as 1 round equals to 1 minute right? It's suppose to be 1 round-30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *had my breathless moment and slammed my head on the table BONK!* I used 1 round equals to 60 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at our table: WTF!!!!@$r!@%!%!@#!@$%^@#!!&amp;*@!#^$@%@%!^!#$%@!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1_6Yuf-jsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bi22ulv-6ZA/s1600-h/WTF!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1_6Yuf-jsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bi22ulv-6ZA/s400/WTF!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431334978338066114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so crappy. Wait... I still do! (WTFWTFWTF... WTF!!!!!) Sorry guys! I caused you loads of trouble. Today was a crappy yet okay day. I can only hope it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1_6Zbb5zpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c9KvgyzCV5U/s1600-h/CRAPPY!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1_6Zbb5zpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c9KvgyzCV5U/s400/CRAPPY!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431334990400573074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think I have to hand the PEKA in on my birthday? XD Goodbye my beloved readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "7a241ab729ff322e6559ee527b3dbbb9";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-79460853982293802?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/79460853982293802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/01/retarded-and-interestingly-moronic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/79460853982293802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/79460853982293802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/01/retarded-and-interestingly-moronic.html' title='Retarded and interestingly Moronic'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1_6XzkvgOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RxSkZzOp-LQ/s72-c/no+homeworks!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-8655596128405910999</id><published>2010-01-24T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:49:53.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turned On and Off</title><content type='html'>As of the title above, please do not think 'interesting' thoughts. Basically, in my life as of being a 16 year old male bachelor, who is still single (I hope you ladies read that word very clearly-single). *laughs* Just joking around, ladies. But if you're really interested. Then... ... ... never mind that. Now moving on, life has been a wreckless turmoil, forcing me towards the brink of insanity that as a result succumbs to my undeniably problematic social problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not 'gejala sosial' okay. LOL XD. And yes, social problems. The very sad and shocking truth about the flaws that I have. *sobs* I apologise for having a very cold sense of humour. To be quite frank, I think I'm adjusting quite well in my Form 4 life. I've lost 3 kilos! (OMGWTFWTHOHYES!!!GIVEMESOMEMARSHMELLOWS!BBQ) However, the same cannot be said for the messy 1 metre tall (Of course, I'm being to over the top) pile of homework that the teachers have decided to give us for not being helplessly lost for 5 days! Nah, we didn't get lost. We were helping out in the Form 1 Orientation programs. Those were some very good times, indeed. *sigh* So, as for not writing a post about the new year, I might as well list out my new year resolutions here. But before I continue... I'd like to wish Happy Birthday to Nicole Marcus, Foh Xik Yang, Ling Kwong Hong, Roshan Maniam and my many good friends whose birthdays are in January. XD. So, now we have the new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1: I shall become a new person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1xZrTZ3CtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kL3CsODdPwA/s1600-h/blog+post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1xZrTZ3CtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kL3CsODdPwA/s400/blog+post.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430313851179961042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be hard to explain. So, I shall try to use a formulae to make up for my moronic behaviour. Old John = tooooooooooooo OLD! Old John+Diet+Workouts+Smile+Personality Makeover = New John. Hence, hopefully New John = very nice friend to be with :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: I shall kick booty :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1xb9g_ITJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dqy__-i3uGs/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1xb9g_ITJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dqy__-i3uGs/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430316363086843026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, as a Form 4 student, I want to use this opportunity to bring the school to it's ultimate glory but of course, with everyone's help. It may be hard work but as the saying goes, ' NO PAIN, NO GAIN '. Hopefully, this year will provide some positive change for the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my final resolution for this year... I really hope that it might come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: I shall bring happiness to people even if it kills me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1xb-PTAQKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hdzrkwLaJxs/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1xb-PTAQKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hdzrkwLaJxs/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430316375518232738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds pretty serious. But it sorta might be and it might not be XD:D:) I've regretted lots of things in the past but I want to make it better and hopefully, I'll be given the chance to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for today. I still have pounds of homework to do. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight my beloved readers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "7a241ab729ff322e6559ee527b3dbbb9";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-8655596128405910999?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/8655596128405910999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/01/turned-on-and-off.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/8655596128405910999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/8655596128405910999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2010/01/turned-on-and-off.html' title='Turned On and Off'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/S1xZrTZ3CtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kL3CsODdPwA/s72-c/blog+post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-1433345485509611822</id><published>2009-11-25T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:50:15.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-Littling</title><content type='html'>Think of art as something you see in everyday life; we practically live in art. It's so flexible and blends so well with the background that people don't really notice it sometimes. When you go to a clothes store and see this beautiful jacket that you really like, you turn to the price tag and you see that it's Gucci. What comes to your mind? You'd think, "Awww, it's too expensive! I can't buy it...." and you place it back on the rack with the other jackets and shirts that are worth ten times more than your allowance. But are you aware, that jacket that you had just placed back onto the rack, is a result of inspiration and hard work that is the soul of a designer. If you put your heart and soul, stayed awake throughout a whole night, thinking of what to do for something that is so important so that you can make money to go on in the big game of life, would you be angry? If you hear someone on the sidewalks, peering into the glass window displays that are showcasing let's say an evening gown that you designed, says, "It just a waste of money, who would want to buy something like that?" and they'd scoff at it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underestimation means looking down upon something; belittling a certain object or person. Art, as a major field has been belittled most of the time. People think it's easy. But just to give you a little reminder, "Nothing is easy." When you were born, could you walk? Could you talk? Could you ride a bike? Read? I bet you're all shaking your heads now. Almost anything that we do today; things we are good at; things we are bad at, are the end product of the amount of practice and dedication that we have focused onto a certain field. Don't feel offended just because I only mentioned about the field that I'm venturing in. Everyone faces this problem most of the time. The thing is most people don't even understand what anyone is feeling. We often rely on our 'guts' to determine what others are feeling. However, some people are blinded by lies, denial; the negative things that are surrounding us everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't get ourselves down just because we face negative things almost everyday. People need to stand up for themselves. Underestimation, belittling; it happens everyday. Let underestimate you... but it's you who decides who you want to be one day. You would look back about the times when you get depressed or sad when somebody looked down on you. When you do look back at those times, it'd mean either you've succeeded at doing what you think you're born to do or you have failed... Even if you do fail, it's not the end of the world. Like how I always say it, "Nothing is impossible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "7a241ab729ff322e6559ee527b3dbbb9";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-1433345485509611822?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/1433345485509611822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2009/11/b-littling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/1433345485509611822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/1433345485509611822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2009/11/b-littling.html' title='B-Littling'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-3635185093481372205</id><published>2009-09-23T09:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:50:44.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm FREE!</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile, dear readers! I love you all. lol. Basically, life has been not bad. There had been a lil' depression and stuff like that. But I feel great now. I went to this Youth Rally and well, it was one of the only times I felt so free. It was fun and woah... was it really crazy! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PMR examinations are just around the corner. I'm probably 70% ready to sit for it. I really hope that things work out for me. I'm gonna pray to God (I know what you're thinking, "Omigosh, when did Jiyo ever pray?"). Well, I'm gonna start praying now and truth be told, I'm actually sin-free for now. Well, at least I think I am. I don't feel shy anymore and I want to present myself the best that I can. So, after PMR this whole blog will go under renovation. Yup, I'm serious. I can;t be the weird person forever. I'm going to stand up for myself. Well, see you guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRAIGHT A'S! HERE I COME! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "7a241ab729ff322e6559ee527b3dbbb9";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-3635185093481372205?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/3635185093481372205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/3635185093481372205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/3635185093481372205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-free.html' title='I&apos;m FREE!'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-7263037202441372019</id><published>2009-06-18T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:51:02.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure = Success</title><content type='html'>Being a weird person like I always am, I love to stand out and be different from most people. Why does a person need to make life so troublesome just to stay incognito and to be able to fit in with the social norms of life. I, having a not quite poplar social life, feel very bored and sometimes decide to withdraw myself from the realistic life I am living in. This is when I most likely 'zone out' and not to mention, it would be the time that I feel very depressed and disappointed in my management of every decision making. The hardest situation a teenager is forced to deal with. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been extremely busy with school activities in conjunction with my school's 80th anniversary celebration. Woohoo! The fun fact about these activities is that a lot of students (including me) get to skip class all week, ain't that fun? The downside is our papers are being distributed without us. So, I absolutely have no idea what on Earth are my marks going to look like. To make matters worse, my mother, who is very caring and religious, cares a little too much sometimes. As a result, as soon as I reach home after a long day helping out with the preparations, I would be bombarded with question after question, not only about how I did for my examinations but also the reasons why I came home late. As a conclusion, my studies are as a matter of fact, a total 'bummer'; a 'sunny side down'; down the toilet bowl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a conclusion to this matter, I guess things so far can only be described as a failure. Yes, a big failure. Well, hopefully, everything will turn out alright tomorrow... I can't imagine what tomorrow will have in stored for me. Well, can anybody? In just 10 hours and 14 minutes, the 19th of June 2009, SMK St. Columba will be opening it's doors to the public and hopefully it will be a huge success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "7a241ab729ff322e6559ee527b3dbbb9";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-7263037202441372019?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/7263037202441372019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2009/06/failure-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/7263037202441372019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/7263037202441372019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2009/06/failure-success.html' title='Failure = Success'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-3626640909150178994</id><published>2009-01-26T09:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:51:56.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways of celebrating Chinese New Year with Jiyo</title><content type='html'>As you readers might know, Chinese all over the globe are celebrating Chinese New Year and so, as a Chinese myself I would love to show you the ways I celebrate my Chinese New Year this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I would be going back to my mum's and dad's hometowns in Sibu but there were some difficulties. Maybe some of you have heard of the road connecting Bintulu and Miri splitting in half and I thought Britney and K. Fed were hard to imagine but this was worse. Resulting the fact that I would be stuck in Miri to celebrate Chinese New Year. So, I took some pictures...and they are all you have been waiting for! XDXD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.firstwivesworld.com/files/images/cache/full/files/images/kfed_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 228px;" src="http://www.firstwivesworld.com/files/images/cache/full/files/images/kfed_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://broadcatching.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/britney-spears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 318px;" src="http://broadcatching.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/britney-spears.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way No.1 to have a Jiyo-style Chinese New Year... decorate the house! This is vitally important due to cleanliness reasons and to make your house look even more messier but sexier than it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0hBrvbRWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cunby6BuW4Q/s1600-h/25012009270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0hBrvbRWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cunby6BuW4Q/s400/25012009270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295425049662801250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way No.2... prepare so much food that you are already concious that its impossible for the family to finish everything.This is quite important because no one would want to be left hungry and tired after a long day of car washing, wall washing, cooking and shopping.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0kAhpwX1I/AAAAAAAAABs/IF1Jj_vEroY/s1600-h/25012009275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0kAhpwX1I/AAAAAAAAABs/IF1Jj_vEroY/s400/25012009275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295428328309677906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0j_bzVmxI/AAAAAAAAABc/EZLMEl2dN6g/s1600-h/25012009273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0j_bzVmxI/AAAAAAAAABc/EZLMEl2dN6g/s400/25012009273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295428309559384850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0kAWmEehI/AAAAAAAAABk/KvCAVbJqplU/s1600-h/25012009274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0kAWmEehI/AAAAAAAAABk/KvCAVbJqplU/s400/25012009274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295428325341428242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0kAlqCZ1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2rn0yv64WwM/s1600-h/25012009277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0kAlqCZ1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2rn0yv64WwM/s400/25012009277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295428329384601426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0kAmzwHlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EosVk6LHUJY/s1600-h/25012009276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0kAmzwHlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EosVk6LHUJY/s400/25012009276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295428329693781586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0h9s-3VcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ol2J2Jl9vWs/s1600-h/25012009265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0h9s-3VcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ol2J2Jl9vWs/s400/25012009265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295426080788141506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0h9jCLsTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aN30ddJqEL8/s1600-h/25012009266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0h9jCLsTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aN30ddJqEL8/s400/25012009266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295426078117703986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0h97Ay4PI/AAAAAAAAABE/fymej33-EQk/s1600-h/25012009268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0h97Ay4PI/AAAAAAAAABE/fymej33-EQk/s400/25012009268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295426084554334450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0h93CAd9I/AAAAAAAAABM/jfbNNheJnRY/s1600-h/25012009269.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/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0h93CAd9I/AAAAAAAAABM/jfbNNheJnRY/s400/25012009269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295426083485677522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0h-pwatPI/AAAAAAAAABU/PCaS9PP79P4/s1600-h/25012009272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0h-pwatPI/AAAAAAAAABU/PCaS9PP79P4/s400/25012009272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295426097102107890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way No.3... play some good, and loud firecrackers. Firecrackers show how 'chio' and sexy you are, so the more you light up, the more respect you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0lM-uLzyI/AAAAAAAAACE/Wj-5A0CAB-M/s1600-h/25012009278.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/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0lM-uLzyI/AAAAAAAAACE/Wj-5A0CAB-M/s400/25012009278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429641782939426" 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/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0lNL0TWEI/AAAAAAAAACM/TodsMAIwGyI/s1600-h/25012009279.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/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0lNL0TWEI/AAAAAAAAACM/TodsMAIwGyI/s400/25012009279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429645298260034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-20d3772bf2fb7f66" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D20d3772bf2fb7f66%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331778204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D786ABE8AF618930103CBE968CC14B808EB3C7185.12428B672692CB810E8DD2E863FE6274230616AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20d3772bf2fb7f66%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIVhP5VeP3ZVLL01hpWruljl1804&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D20d3772bf2fb7f66%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331778204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D786ABE8AF618930103CBE968CC14B808EB3C7185.12428B672692CB810E8DD2E863FE6274230616AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20d3772bf2fb7f66%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIVhP5VeP3ZVLL01hpWruljl1804&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Way No.4... eat when you know that you're already full. This is quite 'optional' unless you can stuff in more stuff even if you are full and let me just tell you... it so friggin' hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0mSfncrkI/AAAAAAAAACc/V_tSvbqT98E/s1600-h/25012009293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0mSfncrkI/AAAAAAAAACc/V_tSvbqT98E/s400/25012009293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430836024028738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way No.5... be vain. Show your sexiness. It's not like people can stop you. Well, just don't do it infront of you're parents cause they might do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0m2V_AplI/AAAAAAAAADE/Wl8Gr6dzQTA/s1600-h/25012009295.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/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0m2V_AplI/AAAAAAAAADE/Wl8Gr6dzQTA/s400/25012009295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295431451913791058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way No.6... Drink alcohol. A lot of alcohol... but try your best not to get drunk. And if you're a Muslim reading this blog right now. Then, do not try out Way No.6... The world of being drunk is fun but not when you start to get sick and puke on your relatives, siblings or mum...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0mTM7m79I/AAAAAAAAAC8/nrI3OtghHHU/s1600-h/26012009315.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/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0mTM7m79I/AAAAAAAAAC8/nrI3OtghHHU/s400/26012009315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430848188182482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way No.7... Record something for memories... That is a fact, readers. Nobody would want to forget one of their happiest memories unless it happens to be full of deadly, revenge seeking Chihuahuas... *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0m2kZSodI/AAAAAAAAADM/2mO4g4CfdLE/s1600-h/26012009314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0m2kZSodI/AAAAAAAAADM/2mO4g4CfdLE/s400/26012009314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295431455782117842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.impawards.com/2008/posters/beverly_hills_chihuahua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 511px; height: 755px;" src="http://www.impawards.com/2008/posters/beverly_hills_chihuahua.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2fb3fbe9f8e452c0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fb3fbe9f8e452c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331778204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4020E9F7ADBE08AC8D853AD1C94DAB6F73761176.2FD4B3E4F97DBFC374449D2C55A32C36DC712ECD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fb3fbe9f8e452c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpA8362xMMD7h8r0Fxv2_Ylwy8vo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fb3fbe9f8e452c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331778204%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4020E9F7ADBE08AC8D853AD1C94DAB6F73761176.2FD4B3E4F97DBFC374449D2C55A32C36DC712ECD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fb3fbe9f8e452c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpA8362xMMD7h8r0Fxv2_Ylwy8vo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and finally the most anticipated way would be...&lt;br /&gt;Way No.8... Get an alarm clock to wake you up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0mS9hd39I/AAAAAAAAACs/oyLDuyUeW38/s1600-h/25012009296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0mS9hd39I/AAAAAAAAACs/oyLDuyUeW38/s400/25012009296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430844052004818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0mSzzsufI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xIOKPKpWBIo/s1600-h/25012009308.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/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0mSzzsufI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xIOKPKpWBIo/s400/25012009308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295430841444121074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the day for red packets and nobody would be stupid enough to miss this opportunity to grab money from elderly folk... Wakakaka... and I thought Mr. Ong was mean... LOL XDXD... Well, wishing all my readers a wonderful and prosperous Happy Chinese New Year. Yours truly-JiyoXD.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0lNC-9h8I/AAAAAAAAACU/a08oWwb9KIk/s1600-h/25012009283.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/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0lNC-9h8I/AAAAAAAAACU/a08oWwb9KIk/s400/25012009283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429642927048642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "7a241ab729ff322e6559ee527b3dbbb9";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-3626640909150178994?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=20d3772bf2fb7f66&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2fb3fbe9f8e452c0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/3626640909150178994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2009/01/ways-of-celebrating-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/3626640909150178994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/3626640909150178994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2009/01/ways-of-celebrating-chinese-new-year.html' title='Ways of celebrating Chinese New Year with Jiyo'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79GRyxHiafY/SX0hBrvbRWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cunby6BuW4Q/s72-c/25012009270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-5037672143973663726</id><published>2008-12-27T16:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:57:09.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had Bad Luck! Come Sue Me!</title><content type='html'>Well, here is another disturbing post readers. I was going to make some mushroom chicken pasta 1 hour ago but it just so happens I did not have any pasta. So, I had to walk all the way to the nearby hypermarket to get some pasta in order to cook my favourite pasta. I was certainly pissed off by the fact that I had to walk all the way, since my parents are both out today. I went with my thunder-thighed little sister.&lt;br /&gt;After buying some essentials we need to live on through the boring mayhem at home, we decided to head home so that I can immediately start on my wonderful and yummy pasta. As I was about to head for the good for nothing exit, this guy, who was handing out leaflets, promoting IBS College handed a leaflet to me. So, of course, I was shocked. The situation was so damn embarrassing. A 'Huh?' was written all over my face and the guy ask, "Yes, Is there anything wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;Then, I said, "I'm still in secondary school..." Like the scene was so stupid and idiotic at the same time. I was carrying groceries stuff, my sister leaving for the exit and the guy handing out leaflets who assumed I had already graduated from secondary school. Wow! That really felt like one of the most retarded moments of my life. WOOHOO!! He kind of laughed and I just left for the exit.&lt;br /&gt;Walking back home wasn't that bad, though. My sister almost got hit by a car but I saved her. Nothing special happened. But it was a good walk. So, my sister decided to cook some pasta because she bought the ready made one from the hypermarket. She just had to add this and that and she would be done. I decided to do something drastic and started to debone 3 chicken wings. After doing it, I felt like I couldn't eat another chicken for the rest of my life but I still did. So, I guess the chicken wings also felt hurt by the fact i took out their bones and still manage to eat them. They decided to grant me a bag of pasta which had bugs in it and I thought the oranges were mean. Well, at least I tried to make it less painful. So, I had to throw away the bag of bug polluted pasta, decided to buy a new packet tomorrow and inspect it carefully before purchasing it, made the sauce for the pasta and kept it in a container for tomorrow. As for the boned chicken, I fried them... They did taste good, though. LOL! Well, that's it for now and still no pictures. I just hope I can really get that camera soon. Wait for my next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-5037672143973663726?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/5037672143973663726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-bad-luck-come-sue-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/5037672143973663726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/5037672143973663726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-bad-luck-come-sue-me.html' title='I Had Bad Luck! Come Sue Me!'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-4527280012492950134</id><published>2008-12-27T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:41:37.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesecake Frenzy</title><content type='html'>It is still the holidays and I have been really busy with my ultimate love for now - cheesecakes. I have mastered the art of making baked cheesecake when I was 14 so I guess maybe I should try something new. So, I decided to try something familiar - Chilled Cheesecakes! Since I am on low budget cost due to confidential reasons, I've decided to make a cheesecake which I have never really gotten used to because I don't like what it's made out of. Oranges! I hate oranges! It's basically number 10 on my Top Ten List of The Things I Hate the Most. But I still went on with making the accursed cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the oranges have feelings, too. Since I used up alot of hatred making this cheesecake, I guess it really wanted to get back at me. The cheesecake turned into minor failure because i didn't heat the orange juice before adding it to the gelatin. So, yeah... it didn't really turn out as good as I wanted it to be but still... not bad... Currently, there are still no pictures because of absurdly idiotic technical difficulties. Please wait for my next post because I'm trying my best to get myself a Cybershot camera. WOOHOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-4527280012492950134?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/4527280012492950134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2008/12/cheesecake-frenzy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/4527280012492950134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/4527280012492950134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2008/12/cheesecake-frenzy.html' title='Cheesecake Frenzy'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675810620927048504.post-5921684249059596148</id><published>2008-12-20T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:24:44.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO!!!</title><content type='html'>LOL!!! Welcome readers of all ages, shapes and sizes to the world of Jiyo!! So this is where you... Yes, i mean you... can enjoy a healthy load of butt-kicking blogging action... Well, i hope it will be butt-kicking at least. Anyways, the fact that I kind of scammed this from watching all 3 seasons of Nip/Tuck, I think it might be pretty cool. Being perfectly disturbing is what I am, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treat it as a signature and I am pretty disturbing to say the least. Sometimes my charms can get sleezy and awfully hot headed. So, please enjoy my blog as everyday is a different day and a different day brings a new event, hopefully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675810620927048504-5921684249059596148?l=johnboscoyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/feeds/5921684249059596148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2008/12/woohoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/5921684249059596148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675810620927048504/posts/default/5921684249059596148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnboscoyu.blogspot.com/2008/12/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO!!!'/><author><name>John Bosco Yu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17105967762290520286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
