<?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-1386658235583323703</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:49:28.787-08:00</updated><category term='Please learn to respect others.'/><title type='text'>Have Faith</title><subtitle type='html'>Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-1967209364402373938</id><published>2011-12-08T05:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:51:27.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please learn to respect others.'/><title type='text'>The hard truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why does it have to be so hard just to be who I really am? Those irritating critics. They never look at themselves before they critisize others. What? Does it make you more perfect than others just because you are better than me in certain areas? Dream on la. Your attitude itself makes me sick. What obvious hypocrite you can be. Using me like a puppet. It comes with a price. You too believe in horoscope and you should know that we Capris hate people using us and then ignoring us after that like we don't exist at all. What personality you have and you still can still critisize my personality. The only reason nothing has happenned is because I treat you as a friend but never take it for granted. I've had it with your "I am the best" arrogant attitude. Keep it to your boyfriend and suck with that. Last words for you, SUCK COCK.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-1967209364402373938?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1967209364402373938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=1967209364402373938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/1967209364402373938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/1967209364402373938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/12/hard-truth.html' title='The hard truth.'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-6396539804178708916</id><published>2011-09-06T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T09:41:12.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's home?</title><content type='html'>Banana boy I am one. Mandarin? Only applicable for basic communication. Other than that, even trying would get me tongue tied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddism? I am one. What's weird is that I have no issues with listening to songs that are related to other religions and tends to want to listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian? I am proud to be one but everytime I listen to chinese classics(those that brings Buddism lessons in it) I feel like visiting where I come from. The place my ancestors called HOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused? I am certainly. Nights. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-6396539804178708916?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6396539804178708916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=6396539804178708916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/6396539804178708916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/6396539804178708916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/09/wheres-home.html' title='Where&apos;s home?'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-92018081266536797</id><published>2011-08-03T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T07:08:53.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's up.</title><content type='html'>Maybe the time has come. It's time for me to grow up. Got to think more. Meaning more white hair? :) Things alternate every second. Even faster than you can blink your eye. The attitude had got to go. I don't blame nobody. I thank them to make me realise. I was still enjoying the old lifestyle. The high school style but a knock on a head by god clears things up and brings me back to reality. I will and would not deny my mistakes and will take full responsibility if I had to. Look on the bright side! :) I can be a better person now. Old things got to go and new things will only come. All this time I thought that it was the right way. It turned out differently. The lesson I've learnt is that a particular way you used to communicate with others during high school may not be necessarily the same in the life onwards. It is sad but everyone has to face it sooner or later. No more dumb stuff. Just play along. :) No hard feelings. Just my own life has got to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-92018081266536797?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/92018081266536797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=92018081266536797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/92018081266536797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/92018081266536797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/08/times-up.html' title='Time&apos;s up.'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-303074645521332213</id><published>2011-07-15T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T10:57:07.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ugly truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Was back from college early today. Waited for my delicious bah kut teh. Dad brought home the food and sis asked, "Did you heard the Max got whacked and just got discharged from the hospital?". HUH?! How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Apparently, Max was playing basketball and there were some body contact with the opponents. The opponent lost the game and Max continued on. Max was resting after a streak of games when suddenly one of the opponents grabbed him from behind and another two of them started bashing him up. One had metal knuckles and another had a metal steering lock. His friends tried to help but was warned by the one with the steering lock to back off before anyone gets hurt. Max managed to escape from the grasp of the basher but still being chased, Max ran into the car and his friend shut the door for him and asked him to drive as fast as possible. Drove as fast as he could with the assholes chasing in two cars. Made report and was hospitalised.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It wasn't a shock to me where the assholes are from. The worst part of the story is, they are not feeling any guilt in their actions and instead, trying to scare us into settling this case personally. The way they asked for our favour to settle this was so arrogant, my dad had to be calmed down by my uncles before my dad starts going uncontrollable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That was the worst part. The funny part was that, even though the arrogance, they are actually so afraid that they asked connections to seek forgiveness from Max. They even acted as Max's BROTHER in order to get to talk to him inside the hospital ward. It was a failure because Max's sister was standing right beside the guard when they acted. She told the guard that she only had a brother which is Max only. Right in the face of the assholes, there imprints the word SHAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As for the ridiculous part, they came with an uncle of them that said something stupid. He said arrogantly, "They are kids. They do not know how to think. Fights are normal in basketball games,". That got my dad into a rush of fire that he replied loudly, " NORMAL?! Three bashing up one guy with metal weapons is called normal?! They don't seem to be fighting instead looks more like they are trying to kill him! It is lucky that he survived, what if he wasn't this lucky?" The dum-bass uncle of them also said to Max that he should have run when they tried to escaped and take this incident as an unfortunate incident and forget about it. I was like WHAT THE FUCK OLD ASS?! Let me try stabbing you and say that it's your unlucky day so just forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The assholes are now in lockup waiting for the next procedure which eventually leads to court trial. They even tried to get Max into lockup too by reporting that Max PUSHED them. Hilarious. Even the police in charge said they are ridiculous and took them jokingly. While being handcuffed, they gave another excuse, they want to do medical checkup for their injuries which there isn't any. Again the police had to shut them up and take them in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I got to know just now that one of the bashers is married and his wife is due to labor. It makes me wonder, did he even think of his family before he did it? How immature of him.What type of role model would he be to his child in the future? &amp;nbsp;The pregnant wife had to begged Max's sister to forgive her husband with the excuse of he is just protecting his younger brother(one of the three bashers). Max's sister replied that she is also protecting her brother from assholes like her husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm sad to say that even Pandamaran and Sentosa is even peaceful than that particular place. Learn to have some sportsmanship before you play sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-303074645521332213?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/303074645521332213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=303074645521332213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/303074645521332213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/303074645521332213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/07/ugly-truth.html' title='The ugly truth.'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-5967345041305971451</id><published>2011-07-11T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T07:35:07.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa whoa whoa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;As expected when I saw the time table. It was postponed. The freaking role play is being postponed AGAIN. However, we did get two groups to start things up. One was "ok" and the other one was a success in many ways. I'm happy for them. Even the lecturer praised the wonderful work of theirs. Even though happy, other groups got demotivated because their work is just too good for others. Not much can be done in two days. Nothing can be done. Haiz.....When will it be over!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Drove to college for the first time and it was ordinary actually. What a disappointment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-5967345041305971451?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5967345041305971451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=5967345041305971451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/5967345041305971451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/5967345041305971451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/07/whoa-whoa-whoa.html' title='Whoa whoa whoa!!'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-5082854184747790004</id><published>2011-07-10T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T09:16:46.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm confuseddd!</title><content type='html'>I'm an IT student that is having headaches with role plays and drama script. WTF?! Speaking skills does not have to be evaluated through role plays? Presentation would be sufficient enough. God Dammit! Besides having problem with foreign teammates, the date of role play is being dragged day after day with the excuse of no venue available. How much more dumb can that be? The college should have arranged all of this and not dragged till the week before the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am and I'm very uncomfortable with those touchy touchy scenes. Yeah, it's easy for you to say as all you do is talk. Try my part since you got so much too say. Crapped a ton of shit and when I challenged you to take my part, your excuse is my part has too many lines to memorise. Then don't crap la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE CONTROL FREAKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-5082854184747790004?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5082854184747790004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=5082854184747790004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/5082854184747790004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/5082854184747790004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-confuseddd.html' title='I&apos;m confuseddd!'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-3305662102352775647</id><published>2011-05-19T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T08:52:35.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forwards or backwards?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jim Rohn urged, "Don't let your learning lead to knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Let your learning lead to action." The bottom line when it comes to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;personal development is action. If your life doesn't &amp;nbsp;begin to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;as a result of what you're learning, you're experiencing one of these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;problems: You're not giving your growth plan enough time and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;attention; you're focusing too much time on the wrong areas: or &lt;i&gt;you're&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;not applying what you learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;........................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss in my just-after-spm-holiday mood. Now, it's all about assignments, assignments, assignments. Worst is lecturer haven't teach a thing assignments reached my hands already. How am I supposed to do it?.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-3305662102352775647?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3305662102352775647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=3305662102352775647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/3305662102352775647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/3305662102352775647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/05/forwards-or-backwards.html' title='Forwards or backwards?'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-8218561015555737659</id><published>2011-05-11T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:14:05.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The scary reality.</title><content type='html'>I thought I was able to live it through a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; month period at the university accommodation. It's barely &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; months and I am here sending out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;SOS&lt;/span&gt; help messages to my parents back in Klang to get me out of here. By doing that I do ask myself a few questions. Am I overly spoiled by my parents? Have I no discipline? Can't I be more independent? Must I be such a whimp? These questions surfaced around the first few weeks living here. I stood my ground and live it through everyday like a man. Unfortunately, as time goes by, more and more issues on the lifestyles of my housemates becomes more apparent. Their irresponsible and disgusting lifestyles creeps me up my spine. I would prefer not to use extreme words like disgusting, but there is no other words to be used. I discussed with my mother yesterday about letting me drive to college everyday instead. She agreed with a condition that I get Gary to car pool with me and take turns to drive on a monthly basis. I slept through yesterday night thinking about it. Should I just continue living here for just another two more months? I thought of &amp;nbsp;doing that till 6.30 p.m. in the evening just now. I got back home from college as usual tired, open the front door and a intense smell flow pass my nose. I knew immediately that something bad was about to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;In fact!&lt;/span&gt; Something really happened. When I entered the bathroom to bath, there it was. The disgusting act of my housemates which is extremely irresponsible, insensitive and uncivilised. I can stand no more. &amp;nbsp;I crossed my limits. If I were to list out the things they do to disgust me, it'll be long and disgusting. I am willing to be a little more tired over driving everyday than to rather bare with this disgusting issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is fun. Assignments are a bit hectic when it comes all together at the same time. I think I can do it! I believe in myself. Got an invitation to science stream in from 6 but unfortunately not matrix. I rather do foundation than to do form 6 eventhough it will cost my parents a huge sum of money. I promise to pay back not double or triple but many times more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, good luck to my Nelson and Belinda that are joining from 6 and also Yinyin that is enrolling into MMU. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-size: x-large;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; Goodnight peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-8218561015555737659?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8218561015555737659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=8218561015555737659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/8218561015555737659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/8218561015555737659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/05/scary-reality.html' title='The scary reality.'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-3206116536591528526</id><published>2011-04-25T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T07:43:59.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cut, changes a lot.</title><content type='html'>Yeah! I no longer have long fringe in front of my face. =) I can see more properly. I no longer need to worry about the fringe getting into a weird look. No more itchy eyes. I can now feel the breeze on my forehead. Cooling enough. Dyed my hair as well. Another breakthrough for me as I was a mama's boy. Hmm, bye bye my past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a short vacation to Malacca for the past weekend, in a nyonya house. From outside, it's an ordinary wooden nyonya house. Inside, it's full of technologies. It's cooling and comfortable though. The weather there, as usual was soaring hot till it burns your skin. Had fun but I lost my precious rest due to underage children. NOISE! A terrifying element which can basically kill your rest and burn it to ashes. If in future I would to have children, I would raise them the way I was raised, which was lenient but yet anyone older has the authority to scold you if you did anything wrong. Basically, that meant respect for the ones older than you. Surprisingly, I wasn't the first to blast my top off. I am proud of that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get frustrated with one lecturer of the ITB module in my foundation programme. After four weeks, she only attended 1 class and my tutorial lecturer can't go on if she does not lecture us. Are we to fail ITB exams? Hell no! I will not let that happen no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s- It's tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-3206116536591528526?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3206116536591528526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=3206116536591528526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/3206116536591528526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/3206116536591528526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/04/cut-changes-lot.html' title='A cut, changes a lot.'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-4918933403762666426</id><published>2011-04-12T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:05:40.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Third week and still going on....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7hT7iXDO2hA/TaXXoY105GI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uYZBp385qTc/s1600/david-and-goliath-sumo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7hT7iXDO2hA/TaXXoY105GI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uYZBp385qTc/s640/david-and-goliath-sumo.jpg" width="556" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose many take David from the tale of David and Goliath as a great character to be looked on as a role model but truths are always or better said, most of the time, harsh and not what we expect. David became crazy for power and brutal in his ruling after killing Goliath. Therefore I chose Goliath and my body size agreed.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my first ever water festival celebration of the Thailand nation at a Siamese temple in Banting. It was extremely fun till we were involved in a water fight with a bunch of low class, uneducated, uncivilised and small gas punk a**. They started everything and they are the ones that got angry first. How dumb. I guess your parents didn't teach you that if you wanna start a game, you should not get angry since it's only a game. I pity your parents. If you can't afford to play a rough game like this, don't join the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College was as usual. Boring but fun. The jokes and laughter we get is epic at times. Though a few long lengthy talks and presentation do get us all bored but that's education at its usual. Got to know a few new friends that are awesome like Eddy, Hanhong, Vinesh, Sanjeev, Presha, &amp;nbsp;Chee chen, and etc. I guess "a few" doesn't seem to be the right term as the list is actually longer by a lot. As for the ones I already knew is Gary and Nandha. YES! Going back to Klang tomorrow! Bah Kut Teh and Dim Sum! Call me whatever but I can barely live my weekend mornings without this two breakfast.=)&amp;nbsp;I dislike the timetable for Wednesday which is tomorrow. It starts at the morning and ends in the evening. That sucks. Thank God the timetable would change at one point. It would be extremely great if I don't have to stay in campus till 6 in the evening. It can literally kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot of studying and research to do on computers as I recently(basically a couple hours ago) found out that I'm a noob in computers eventhough I'm interested in it. I guess I must even bring my lappie together with me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny(group leader): Wee Hou's hobby is badminton because to sweat and lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer : Wee Hou, is it effective?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Errr....kinda?&lt;br /&gt;(Embarrasing enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people. HAHA =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-4918933403762666426?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4918933403762666426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=4918933403762666426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/4918933403762666426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/4918933403762666426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/04/third-week-and-still-going-on.html' title='Third week and still going on....'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7hT7iXDO2hA/TaXXoY105GI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uYZBp385qTc/s72-c/david-and-goliath-sumo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-8538321722130472184</id><published>2011-04-05T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T06:29:45.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gruntssss!!</title><content type='html'>I can't stand the internet in Malaysia no more!! Even foreigners are complaining about the internet here. What's worst is that I stay in a hostel in the capital which should be fast and smooth. NO! The connection here is worst than mine back in my hometown in Klang town. No wonder foreign investors do not come to Malaysia no more. I now understand what Mr.Alfred was teaching. Malaysia practically have to build its computer field by its own. Which is also a reason why there are stil so many IT professionals needed in the country compared to other advanced countries. MY GOD! MALAYSIA REALLY BOLEH AR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-8538321722130472184?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8538321722130472184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=8538321722130472184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/8538321722130472184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/8538321722130472184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/04/gruntssss.html' title='Gruntssss!!'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-9024121252275758395</id><published>2011-04-03T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T08:16:09.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second week: Mixed and confused.</title><content type='html'>I got confused over the weekend when I got back to klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my second week living in the hostel. I'm being split into two directions by my feelings. A part of me is very excited that classes are starting tomorrow while another part of me is feeling kind of down because I have stay at the hostel and have lonely meals again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy because things at my new house is doing fine and most probably my parents are going to enlarge my new room while all those excitements, it'll cost a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused with the acts of people at the supermarket buying groceries when they are trying those free testing sample of drinks or food. They tend to just stand there taste, discuss (practically brainstorming) about the free stuff and wait for their family to all test the free stuff. Don't they realise they are blocking the whole damn walkway? I felt like shouting at them. Please be a little more considered and do all those things at a side and not block everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S-Please do NOT relate strawberries to gay just because it is pink in colour. =) Strawberries are delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-9024121252275758395?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/9024121252275758395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=9024121252275758395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/9024121252275758395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/9024121252275758395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/04/second-week-mixed-and-confused.html' title='Second week: Mixed and confused.'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-7488389429132481169</id><published>2011-03-28T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T07:02:26.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIrst night~.</title><content type='html'>Its my first night here alone in the college accommodation and its kind of lonely but a few of them are friendly. So, I'll try to blend in. Missing my bed and the smell of home sweet home. Conclusion of first day of orientation : BORING! Was allowed home late and so I missed the bus. Waited for 1 hours and I was sweating like I just came out of the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best is my parents drove all the way here to have dinner with me. =) I didn't know that a famous restaurant was just minutes away by walking distance. I had a great one. A slight mess with my accommodation is the internet and air-cond remote control. I still can live with it. So far so much for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Alfred, I'm sorry and please don't kill me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-7488389429132481169?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7488389429132481169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=7488389429132481169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/7488389429132481169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/7488389429132481169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-night.html' title='FIrst night~.'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-2682393672052702424</id><published>2011-03-25T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T11:33:23.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAHOOO!!!!</title><content type='html'>I GOT 8A's and two B+. Eventhough I'm a little disappointed because with just another A I would be eligible for the 30% discount on my college cost. It's a lot for 30%. However, I am very pleased with the results already. Congratulations to my friends that got what they worked hard for. You guys deserved it. For the ones that didn't get the results they desire, just have to work harder in the future. Let's face it, good education background is important to get you a high salary and stable job but to achieved what rich businessmen achieves needs more than just good education background. You would only become a man behind the computer or the microscope while your hard work turns into another man's fortune and pleasure. So, its still not the end yet. Though there are rumors about conspiracy on examiners that marked our grades as in every school, they face different subjects that are affecting their grades, I still think we are one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I got my reward for my results but the reality is I could only get my hands on my dream reward by end of the year. College is expensive I tell you. Just the preparations is an amount to be calculated first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is orientation day. Three months of slacking is causing me to feel like avoiding studies. Its a mixed feeling of excited yet sad. The late night sleeps and late wake ups ends now. I'll miss it. I pray hard so that my choice of going through so much trouble to take up my foundation and degree at this college is not a wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something about the mouth of the human race. It just can't shut up. It spreads news like wildfire. Faster than an e-mail could reach its destination. No matter what kind of results you get from an important examination, the news of it reaches everyone around you in an astounding speed. It gets even worse when it comes to gossip. A scary and lethal weapon that kills without any physical contact created on a human's body. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-2682393672052702424?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2682393672052702424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=2682393672052702424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/2682393672052702424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/2682393672052702424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/03/yahooo.html' title='YAHOOO!!!!'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-60091959687621404</id><published>2011-03-17T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T11:44:30.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is precious.</title><content type='html'>So fast! Its gonna be April soon and my college is going to be starting soon. The thought of staying there makes me nervous but not as much as my results that is about to be revealed next Wednesday. How great would it be if I could turn back time and make my three months break more worth it. I've been doing basically nothing at all. I guess play time's over. I visited the room I'll be sleeping in. It's fine. A few things I dislike is there is no television, no cooking allowed and no ironing. This are just small glitches which I can overcome easily. The worst is dinner. Breakfast I can have bread with milo, lunch can be had at the cafeteria or to the nearest restaurant but dinner how? Everyday cup noodles? I would be bald by the end of the first semester then. LOL. Big bald round head. Bright side is the facilities at the condo is great. They have gym, swimming pool, cafeteria, and a grocery store. I guessed I should be happy with it already? I got a few chinese and an Egyptian as my condo-mate. It's great that I get to know new people but I rather have the ones I already have. It kinda makes things easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.30 in the morning and I can't sleep because I'm kinda getting nervous about my results too soon. So, i chose to crap stuffs out in my blog with my lappy while Earth Song &amp;nbsp;by the late M.J is being played in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard enough for the Japanese to be calm and face the disastrous chains of events one after another. What did our so called "First Lady" commented instead? She said it was a lesson to others to know about the geography and climate of the terrain they choose to develop on. What a sarcastic joke which went on to be the joke of other countries on how unconsidered Malaysia was towards the tragic events. Even the Prime Minister himself would not make such comments. There are members of the parliament that said she should apologise. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article from facebook caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/notes/hooi-chin-gian/no-hope-for-the-malaysian-chinese-a-letter-from-a-chinese-malaysian-resident-in-/10150162479526115"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/notes/hooi-chin-gian/no-hope-for-the-malaysian-chinese-a-letter-from-a-chinese-malaysian-resident-in-/10150162479526115&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-60091959687621404?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/60091959687621404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=60091959687621404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/60091959687621404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/60091959687621404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-is-precious.html' title='Time is precious.'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-3174628786173698458</id><published>2011-03-03T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:30:51.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrenaline rush</title><content type='html'>Just got back from badminton. This time it was kinda the best badminton I've ever had in like AGES! Seriously! I got to mix and use all the moves I know and make my lazy ass to move. Hahaha! I want to go to more movies! Watched "I Am Number Four" with Shen, Bel and Kok Han. I supposed that's his name right? The movie was fine. Besides the moves, graphics and characters (I especially liked the chimaera doggy), it was just another aliens-with-super-powers movies. I'll give it an 8/10. We were supposed to have a yum cha session at shanmuga, right Bel? Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6rqp7kUX2Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6rqp7kUX2Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the rhythm and the groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is just a short update. Got to go back to my reading. Goodnight peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s~ I didn't know even laptops have to go on waiting list. Dumb me.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-3174628786173698458?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3174628786173698458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=3174628786173698458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/3174628786173698458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/3174628786173698458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/03/adrenaline-rush.html' title='Adrenaline rush'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1386658235583323703.post-6948755079603013039</id><published>2011-02-20T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T08:56:08.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new journey.</title><content type='html'>Deleted the past and reconstructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three month went by just like that. It was as though I was going through hibernation. The fun I had in this three precious months are priceless. Firstly was my first ever experience celebrating Christmas overseas then it was celebrating New Year and also The Chinese New Year. Red packets are the main point of Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm the only one among my friends to be not working or enrolling into college. Haha Call me LAZY! xD&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to shift into a new neighborhood though it's still quite a long time. One more month to enrollment, and I'll be staying in the hostel. Going to miss here a lot. What can I say? Life goes on. Take my SPM results and go into college. I *think* I won't be disappointed and can suit myself well there. It better go well cause I don't want to drive everyday to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost most of my gaming habits and is kind of addicted to comedy sitcoms and books. A turning point maybe? Any nice sitcoms to recommend? Glee is kinda nice. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1386658235583323703-6948755079603013039?l=stanleycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6948755079603013039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1386658235583323703&amp;postID=6948755079603013039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/6948755079603013039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1386658235583323703/posts/default/6948755079603013039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleycrazy.blogspot.com/2011/02/whole-new-journey.html' title='A whole new journey.'/><author><name>Stanley Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997291672072873905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxSpMvWvl1M/TWFIdVfvxdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7sJmiiGQCo/s220/168752_1643790848617_1052231115_31705658_1861742_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
