<?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-1704253193239676513</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:43:01.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delon's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuetraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704253193239676513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuetraffic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Delon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00054478623381139143</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704253193239676513.post-4885242949400419590</id><published>2009-12-17T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:32:47.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR Results out on 24th December</title><content type='html'>What the fuck? Results on Christmas eve?!&lt;br /&gt;
Fuck that, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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All that genting countdown plan will probably be cancelled. Probably.&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, no big deal to be fussing about..&lt;br /&gt;
But nobody thought it was on Christmas eve.. prediction was on 20th, 28th..&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah, right turned out to be 24th. That is a total of 1 week left before 2012. Anyone wants feel like suiciding, can suicide now.&lt;br /&gt;
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By the way, source : http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/12/17/nation/20091217131500&amp;amp;sec=nation&amp;amp;utm_source=twitterfeed&amp;amp;utm_medium=twitter&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks to wey juan for the source.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704253193239676513-4885242949400419590?l=tissuetraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuetraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/4885242949400419590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tissuetraffic.blogspot.com/2009/12/pmr-results-out-on-24th-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704253193239676513/posts/default/4885242949400419590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704253193239676513/posts/default/4885242949400419590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuetraffic.blogspot.com/2009/12/pmr-results-out-on-24th-december.html' title='PMR Results out on 24th December'/><author><name>Delon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00054478623381139143</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-1704253193239676513.post-8193081894792376139</id><published>2009-12-16T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:56:02.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, it's mid holidays. Guess what, I'm up to blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;
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First of all, I'm sorry for being inactive for so &lt;b&gt;long&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;
Guess I'll start off with whatever I did on these holidays.&lt;br /&gt;
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Few notable things I've learned throughout the holidays, firstly, alcoholic consumption.&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah I've been 'kinda' exposed to alcohols, mostly red wine.&lt;br /&gt;
I googled up 'effects or alcoholic consumption' and guess what.. I completely ignored all of the 'effects' because this caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;'70% alcoholic teen consumer are sexually active'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Bullshit! Except for one guy,&lt;insert here="" name=""&gt;*insert name here* &lt;b&gt;&lt;insert here="" name=""&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I'm 100% sure all my close friends are all virgin.&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or maybe, not?&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Who cares, anyway. One day or another everybody loses their virginity. No big deal, huh?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;These days, I've been lurking around http://forum.lowyat.net/Kopitiam also known as /K/.&lt;br /&gt;
Its really fun to read their replies and all, they make me lol, as in laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stanley's party was good. The&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;thrill&lt;/b&gt; and all.&lt;br /&gt;
You must be thinking, what &lt;b&gt;thrill&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;It's not a ghost movie or anything, but a &lt;b&gt;real life experience.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Something like this :&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was 3am, or so, everybody enjoyed their late night McDonald supper.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was late night, but since it's a party, most of us(except Stanley) did not sleep. 4 of us, Stanley, Yoong Hong, Kenny, me was in the living room, watching some comedy show on the TV. It was when, the doorbell rang.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All right, the doorbell rang, so? Not anything serious, if it is not &lt;b&gt;4-5am(cant remember)&lt;/b&gt; in the morning. While Stanley&lt;strike&gt; was in his wetdreams with his favourite girl&lt;/strike&gt; was asleep, we woke him up, duh. It was his house anyways. We all freaked out, the pro Yoong Hong thought it was some BGM from the TV. So we challenged him to mute the TV and wait for 1minute or so. We did. The doorbell rang, again. (Please note that there is no adult in the house currently, which is why we freaked out, very badly). Alright, everybody started panicking.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Due to Kenny and my &lt;strike&gt;cowardy&lt;/strike&gt; geniosity, we grabbed the closest object. It was a hard, rod shaped, &lt;strike&gt;dick&lt;/strike&gt; microphone. &amp;nbsp;Then, of course I started calling backup from upstairs which is the rest of our gang. (11 versus 1 wouldnt be bad, would it?). Everybody gathered, I forgot which genius said about the CCTV outside. Stanley switched the TV on, and there stood a guy with his motorcycle and whatnot some bag which somehow gives me a feeling it has the most deadliest weapon ever created in it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We thought it was some relative of his, but Stanley climbed up the chair and tried to see who the fuck was it, and then shortly afterwards he announced that he did not know who was that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everybody panicked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My super commanding leet skills kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told Stanley to quickly wake up his sister, as she was the eldest amongst us, and just to notify her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me, Kenny, and Yoong Hong remained watching the cctv, still remaining calm until..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kenny saw that guy climb in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even my calm attitude was put off instantly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everybody ran upstairs, while on the way I told everyone to grab your weapon, and told myself again, 11 versus 1 wouldnt be a bad situation - at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally Stanley's sister woke up. I applaud her &lt;strike&gt;stupidity&lt;/strike&gt; courage. She opened her door without thinking and walked straight out and asked that guy who is he.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Great. It was a their driver. But something I'm really curious, &lt;b&gt;which fucking driver would come at 5 in the morning just to get the fucking car without notifying the owner of the house?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Worst of all, &lt;b&gt;Jia Wei told us he saw two guys using the CCTV.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wait -- two?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way, for those who missed my stories, (yeah right, as if anybody did) I'll be putting another story up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Details will be told later.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S : Am selling StreamyX and SMEOne package, anyone interested can contact me via facebook/MSN/email whatever you can name off. As I know of, alot people already are using StreamyX, but I recommend you to upgrade it to faster, because they are doing a 4months free promotion.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704253193239676513-8193081894792376139?l=tissuetraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuetraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/8193081894792376139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tissuetraffic.blogspot.com/2009/12/alright-its-mid-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704253193239676513/posts/default/8193081894792376139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704253193239676513/posts/default/8193081894792376139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuetraffic.blogspot.com/2009/12/alright-its-mid-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Delon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00054478623381139143</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>
