<?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-133339834297163547</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:34:10.489-05:00</updated><category term='Toronto'/><category term='Slean'/><category term='Sarah'/><category term='Danforth'/><category term='Hall'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Elvin Kao's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-229950666612951754</id><published>2010-02-07T17:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:37:54.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvin is no longer in school</title><content type='html'>Time to stop messing around. I'm out of school and need to build on a career. Professional Elvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elvinkao.com"&gt;ElvinKao.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-229950666612951754?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/229950666612951754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=229950666612951754' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/229950666612951754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/229950666612951754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2010/02/elvin-is-no-longer-in-school.html' title='Elvin is no longer in school'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-5919049901292730692</id><published>2009-12-10T00:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:04:13.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Stretch</title><content type='html'>This is it. Just had probably the worst of the bunch of exams yesterday, CO 370. Spent a whole lot of time studying for that one knowing I probably wasn't going into the final of that course with the greatest mark in the world. Killed that exam and couldn't be happier, so that means I think I should have an easy way to an 80 average, how high I can push it, I don't know. Sent in a resume today, first one since October 10th or something like that, been pretty selective in my job selection. Not really feeling the pressure like some people. I can use a break anyways, I haven't had much time to stop. I just want to relax at home for a while. I have not lived at home in so long and I just want to bake at home for a while. Play with Appa. Every time I am home on the weekends, Kim is always just sleeping in my bed and I'm off somewhere else so I never feel normal anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got 2 exams today, haven't studied much for it, but doing it now. I really should study for one cause its all definitions and stuff and I'm totally just cramming it. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, pretty excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I have all those credits to graduate. HAHA. I know everyone before they graduated was worrying whether they had all the credits. I'm looking at the 2007 calendar and I hope its all good. Damn. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-5919049901292730692?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/5919049901292730692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=5919049901292730692' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/5919049901292730692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/5919049901292730692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-stretch.html' title='Home Stretch'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-7915658089951884025</id><published>2009-10-29T11:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:04:43.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>sigh sigh sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;i sort of feel like i just started university and that i am at year 1 or something. haha. like i need some work experience or something. not good not good. &lt;br /&gt;so the new game plan is hopefully get a job in january so that i can add something to my part-time weekend graduate school application that is due in february. if that doesn't happen, not quite sure if it'll change my plan or not.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, really think graduate school is for me, just need to keep schooling, keep my mind busy while i continue to contemplate life.&lt;br /&gt;think think think&lt;br /&gt;think with a drink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-7915658089951884025?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/7915658089951884025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=7915658089951884025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/7915658089951884025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/7915658089951884025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-6937674192681660993</id><published>2009-10-26T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:46:55.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Ressurection</title><content type='html'>I just want to go crazy on something. I need an outlet, I need to wreck havoc. Cry, laugh, scream, kill! Well, maybe not kill, but damn. All this school with no one around is taking a toll on me. Maybe because my new roommates will find it weird if all of a sudden I just wake up and let out a big fat RAWR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-6937674192681660993?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/6937674192681660993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=6937674192681660993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6937674192681660993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6937674192681660993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/10/emotional-ressurection.html' title='Emotional Ressurection'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-5313217122158707112</id><published>2009-10-06T15:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:59:49.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Darker and darker</title><content type='html'>It is getting increasingly harder to wake up for class at 7am. It is so dark when my alarm goes off, and its cold on the outside of my covers and I don't want to get out of my warm warm blanket. It doesn't help that my radiator doesn't work, but to my surprise, I got woken up today by the guy who is going to fix it, no one informed me and I just happened to be home cause I skipped class. Man...what a day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-5313217122158707112?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/5313217122158707112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=5313217122158707112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/5313217122158707112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/5313217122158707112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/10/darker-and-darker.html' title='Darker and darker'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2731073595579288546</id><published>2009-09-15T14:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:58:06.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Censorship</title><content type='html'>I hate censorship. It is not very often I go about censoring myself, but, coming to my blog you might notice some changes. Just a little cosmetically. lol. Well I have finally reached my last term before I graduate *crosses fingers*. Well, it will, because I am aiming for a 90% average this term, which means I am really wanting to get an 80% average. My average has gradually gone up the last 3 terms and I will work hard this term, so no doubt, I'll graduate and won't fail one of my 6 courses I am taking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that means I am applying for jobs. So, like all my business professors say, any competent HR/manager I am sure will facebook or google their candidates. So I have started to go into the interwebs and censor all the material I have on myself. Yeah, there will be some grubby stuff here and there, but that is ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you are Mr./Mrs./Ms. HR person... =D Welcome to my blog, make yourself comfortable, I mean, its not often you get to google people and get paid at the same time, so enjoy it, besides, there are a lot of good reads in here. BTW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIRE ME!!! LOL. Not that I am desperate for a job or anything, but that OSAP debt isn't going to pay itself off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also had to go in and put privacy settings on my facebook. Who knows what profanity and cursing is in their? That and all the unpleasant pictures of me, it seemed like 80% of them were of me drinking, I hate that I have to censor it, but that sight would not be good for the perception of competency. So that is blocked for now, until I get employed I suppose, then they can all be my FRIENDS! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, have not posted in a long time, will try to keep this more up to date cause there is a lot of news coming out of elvin land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2731073595579288546?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2731073595579288546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2731073595579288546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2731073595579288546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2731073595579288546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/09/censorship.html' title='Censorship'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2645422360077492735</id><published>2009-08-03T15:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:12:07.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remote Lambo Chain</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3S95Mh4-BX8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/3S95Mh4-BX8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why some people just shouldn't have no money. Although I think some of his bling is pretty tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2645422360077492735?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2645422360077492735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2645422360077492735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2645422360077492735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2645422360077492735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/08/remote-lambo-chain.html' title='Remote Lambo Chain'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-3046343985702228460</id><published>2009-06-24T01:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:08:40.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0ZjjMBXMpk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/e0ZjjMBXMpk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. I have a year to wait to watch the greatest cartoon series ever in live action film. Ok, so from the trailer, the movie doesn't look so bad, although, you'd think for a trailer, they'd do some better editing on the stick wielding. I mean some parts looked so non-fluid and looked like the kid struggled. Like the beginning was mostly all one shot, but they could of cut it up and put in some shaolin monk to do it. After that though, the cinematography and CGI looked pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think they could of found a better Aang though. But the rest of the cast looks pretty good. Jesse McCartney isn't Prince Zuko no more and Dev Patel is from Slumdog. Thank God. &lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm still excited about this movie and I know the creators are having a lot of hands on work on this, so I'm sure their quality control will be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-3046343985702228460?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/3046343985702228460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=3046343985702228460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3046343985702228460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3046343985702228460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/06/avatar-trailer.html' title='Avatar Trailer'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2733685057448033762</id><published>2009-06-24T01:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:50:01.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Ads BING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SkG-hB8rHII/AAAAAAAAAHc/kXMIyuyD7co/s1600-h/bing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SkG-hB8rHII/AAAAAAAAAHc/kXMIyuyD7co/s320/bing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350767306960739458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess google isn't scared of the competition.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how Bing advertises using Ads by google.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Microsoft Live search, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft constantly rebranding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2733685057448033762?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2733685057448033762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2733685057448033762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2733685057448033762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2733685057448033762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/06/google-ads-bing.html' title='Google Ads BING!'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SkG-hB8rHII/AAAAAAAAAHc/kXMIyuyD7co/s72-c/bing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2858195953923501349</id><published>2009-06-23T23:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:38:02.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Duran Duran Iran</title><content type='html'>I have no idea how I came up with the title of this post, just catchy. I hope that the people of Iran will keep fighting and hopefully will be able to find some resolve. Anything that could possibly go wrong in an election has gone wrong in this one and both parties are so incompetent. From the days heading up to the election to the aftermath and the public statements that the Iran council have made. You'd think that if you were going to rig an election you wouldn't admit to the results of 50 cities having more votes than registered voters and this number can be up to 170 from opposition claims. This makes a huge magnitude in vote differential even though the Iran council claims a 2:1 victory of votes for Ahmadinejad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't understand is why is there violence? How can authority figures policing rioting even justify their actions? Even if you think Ahmadinejad would have won the election regardless, how can you even support a crooked administration and hurt your own people. I find the psychology of authoritative figures so interesting, sort of like that whack study with the students and you separate them into prisoners and guards and shit. Or like Nazi people killing off people in those camps, I mean, you got to know you doing something wrong right? People are stupid and can't think for themselves and can't decide their own moral compass. I think that's why people turn to religion, cause people would be too lost otherwise. Frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Iran doesn't stop fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMHxmt0hUTA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/OMHxmt0hUTA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2858195953923501349?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2858195953923501349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2858195953923501349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2858195953923501349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2858195953923501349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/06/duran-duran-iran.html' title='Duran Duran Iran'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-7464036243701735024</id><published>2009-06-14T01:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:43:31.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You think you know</title><content type='html'>but you have no idea. I know what people think. That I saw Kim and treated her as some kind of rebound shit. That the complexities of our relationship don't make no sense and how a relationship can go on with zero passionate fights or objections. I get that. From an emotional wreck, unstable state child, to what seems to be a rock who has no soul. I get it. There is desperation to fill the void that was made. Not only to fill the connection void, someone to share things, but also an ego void, the feeling of being last in this mind trick your brain puts you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to say that is not how it started. It could have just started that way. It is not the worst thing in the world and I have seen worse pretenses to meet people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would of thought that a 'free the mind' trip to Vancouver would of ended up like this? From the initial picture that Jen showed me, I thought this girl Kim was definitely cute that I'd want to meet, but stay away from. Sort of like the forbidden apple in the garden of Eden. Then, when I met her, she was so cute and shy. Haha, hard to describe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would of thought, that after I left I would have left such an impression that we would talk online and on the phone for a year and has become what it is now. When I left Vancouver, I didn't know it would become like this. I thought about the concept, but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think it would be. In my mind I was like, NICE, this girl really likes me, NO, if she comes am I a fish out of water with no where to go, YES, this is the craziest shit to ever go down. LOL. But the scenario is like E, you don't think about the possible bad trip, you just aim for the high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are today and I am still riding the same high and could not be happier. I love how Kim can be who she wants to be and I can be who I am. We support each others' goals, with no compromise. Why should there be a compromise? Seeing people get into relationships and just change their whole state of being and even core values being changed is just sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important question is never where you start, but where you are going, and I love where I am heading. There is no one who is more polar opposite than I am and that I'd rather be with. Love that girl named Kim, even though she stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - i drank a bit . . . but been a lot going on my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDE-qxLkZpY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/yDE-qxLkZpY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-7464036243701735024?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/7464036243701735024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=7464036243701735024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/7464036243701735024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/7464036243701735024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-think-you-know.html' title='You think you know'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-7324494420925635952</id><published>2009-04-22T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:09:42.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellphone Ban</title><content type='html'>Ontario has passed law that you will be unable to use your handheld device while driving in your car. While I think this is a good idea to implement this law because it is mad frustrating when I see people driving so slow in front of me cause I can see them talk of their cellphone. This law does suck because it has to apply to me and I always answer my phone when I drive and I am able to maintain the same god damn speed while pulling it out of my pants and talking. I definitely do not see myself abiding to this law cause I never talk on my cellphone long anyways so the likelihood I get caught is almost zero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-7324494420925635952?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/7324494420925635952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=7324494420925635952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/7324494420925635952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/7324494420925635952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/04/cellphone-ban.html' title='Cellphone Ban'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-5229684889640488124</id><published>2009-04-08T16:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:33:07.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity, why you so strong</title><content type='html'>A day at DP library just means more time for me to do my daydreaming. Looking through the window on the 7th floor, I look at buildings below thinking how cool it'd be if we could run on top of buildings like parkour style. But the buildings are too far apart and the elevation differentials are too large. Damn, gravity sucks. Well, it doesn't suck, cause without gravity we would just be floating around in the atmosphere somewhere. But it'd be so cool if we could have moon gravity or like 1/4th of Earth's gravity. Then we wouldn't need stairs in buildings and we would just have balconies and jump from floor to floor. It would be so cool to jump places and float like Halo style. The world would be more efficient. Static friction would be less and cars would use less fuel. Ugh...someone needs to make an anti-gravity machine...which is virtually impossible. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, MOON BUILDINGS ARE GOING TO BE COOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really wish I ended up trying to be an architect. If I was really good and we start making infrastructure on the Moon or more likely Mars, it would be mad cool. Man, toilets would have to redesigned and everything cause can you imagine peeing in a toilet. The splash back would be 6 times as high and then fly back in your face because of the pressure. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been warned! If you install a traditional toilet on the moon, prepare to get wet. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-5229684889640488124?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/5229684889640488124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=5229684889640488124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/5229684889640488124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/5229684889640488124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/04/gravity-why-you-so-strong.html' title='Gravity, why you so strong'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-105434125915175505</id><published>2009-03-30T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:30:52.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robot</title><content type='html'>Elvin the robot. Apparently I have the emotional competency of a robot. I fail to read other people's emotions and fail to display my own. Nice. Of course others would call this autistic. Probably have one of the worst EQs. Nice, good for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-105434125915175505?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/105434125915175505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=105434125915175505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/105434125915175505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/105434125915175505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/03/robot.html' title='Robot'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-7620521308943349474</id><published>2009-03-27T16:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:26:25.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man I Have Gotten Lazy</title><content type='html'>Haven't swam in over 2 months. Haven't photoshopped, dreamweavered, flashed, illustrated in ages. Want to do stuff, but don't want to do anything. I think it is my room. It is a mess and I have lived here for 7 months now. It is a wreck just getting to stuff and getting comfortable. It is definitely not a creative thinking room or a very productive room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend agenda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean my room. *groan*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-7620521308943349474?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/7620521308943349474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=7620521308943349474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/7620521308943349474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/7620521308943349474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/03/man-i-have-gotten-lazy.html' title='Man I Have Gotten Lazy'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-634785255707435395</id><published>2009-03-25T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:34:03.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could be anyone...</title><content type='html'>I think I would be Enrique Iglesias. The guy gets to make out with everyone in his music videos and his newest is Ciara. I mean shit, the guy is like 40 and he is still applicable to someone in their 20s. Messed up, can't believe the 'latin lover' shit can go on for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w55Nib4uf1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/w55Nib4uf1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found the MV sort of funny. So they trashing all the stuff that is of the other persons. So Enrique is destroying her clothes, necklaces, perfume, make-up, then ends up in the kitchen and destroys the inside of the fridge. It is like, take that Ciara, your FUCKING milk and your strawberries. YEAH! How you going to eat your Special K now?! LOL. Then it shows Ciara, taking the paintings, furniture, and then pouring paint on the car. Talk about gender bias. HAHA. Love it, useless women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-634785255707435395?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/634785255707435395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=634785255707435395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/634785255707435395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/634785255707435395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-could-be-anyone.html' title='If I could be anyone...'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-1739106068258051169</id><published>2009-03-23T18:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:48:34.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coraline</title><content type='html'>Also on Saturday night, went to go see Coraline w/ Kim. A movie about a little girl who finds a way to another world, where she has what seems to be perfect parents. The only exception is that they have button for eyes. Then after words, shit happens. That is the synopsis really. It is a really dark movie with a bit of Burton-esque but directed by Henry Selick. Just because the medium used to create this movie is stop motion clay-mation does not classify this movie as a kid's movie. Kid's movies get rated a G. Notice the PG rating. LOL. It is quite scary and suspenseful. When Coraline goes into the 'other' world, you enter almost this pristine 60's era mixed with the twilight zone. It is creepy. And we saw the movie in 3D, which is pretty cool. Gives a bit of depth, but it is not like shit is all of a sudden flying out at you. Overall, good movie, although I would have like a bit of depth in the plot. Like its got the moral of not everything can go you way and shit, but where is the motive on the other side? Does not seem believable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailers at the beginning were also viewed with the 3D glasses. Pretty cool. One of the trailers is 9 directed by Tim Burton and I can not wait!!! This movie is going to be awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIpZxBczWUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/JIpZxBczWUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking for the trailer on YouTube I found a trailer for, what? ASTRO BOY!!! Are you fucking kidding me? THIS IS GOING TO BE GODLY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PkG4_qnguos&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/PkG4_qnguos&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-1739106068258051169?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/1739106068258051169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=1739106068258051169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1739106068258051169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1739106068258051169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/03/coraline.html' title='Coraline'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-568093112272896382</id><published>2009-03-23T18:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:21:30.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvin, Born to Fail</title><content type='html'>So Saturday night was Janice, my cousin, and Brian's daughter's arrival party. What a small, fragile, chubby, girl. Cute cute. But during the dinner, it was funny, after everyone was seated, it was Janice's family on the left and Brian's on the right. It was evident how different the families were. On the right, everyone was wearing the typical business drab blue shirt with a tie and a suit. I believe everyone over their is quite smart and have some professional jobs and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on the left, we have people in street clothes. Wacky hair, scarves, hats, piercings, and everyone sitting down just wondering, why are we eating such an extravagant meal at 11:30am with a bunch of courses that lasts to 3:00pm when we are all dead tired and wanting a drink. Then you realize, you were born to fail. Well, not quite fail, but, I'm definitely not born Mr. Bright or with the best work ethic =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, what an uphill battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-568093112272896382?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/568093112272896382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=568093112272896382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/568093112272896382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/568093112272896382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/03/elvin-born-to-fail.html' title='Elvin, Born to Fail'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-3051186160803918525</id><published>2009-03-23T17:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:05:34.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DC's fight against noise</title><content type='html'>So DC finally recognized that their library has a noise problem and are planning on fixing it for exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step One: Make the top floor look mad ugly. Add those ugly carols in the middle and stagger them in between the big tables in a random form. Maybe they will help isolate noise between sections. That, or maybe the walls will prevent people from looking around because you can't look over the carols while sitting down to scout out for some good looking chicks and the only place where they seem to reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Two: Assign color coded areas. Yes, it is similar to the home land security threat levels. Although the library made theirs better than the US by just having two colors. I mean, the US only switch between orange and red anyways, it never goes to the other ones cause wouldn't it be stupid to just be like, GREEN, don't worry about nothing and we aren't taking any precautions cause there is 0 worries. Let's digress, so anyways, there will be zones of yellow and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/ScgG6Tdx4xI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2PYaNBah-Do/s1600-h/Capture.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/ScgG6Tdx4xI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2PYaNBah-Do/s320/Capture.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316506958838227730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How they expect to enforce this is beyond me. I mean, there are already signs that say quiet area and silent study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Three: YOU SUCK. True story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-3051186160803918525?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/3051186160803918525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=3051186160803918525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3051186160803918525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3051186160803918525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/03/dcs-fight-against-noise.html' title='DC&apos;s fight against noise'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/ScgG6Tdx4xI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2PYaNBah-Do/s72-c/Capture.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4577356352833167004</id><published>2009-03-23T17:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:55:04.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wristy Salute</title><content type='html'>Who the hell thought it'd be cool to flick your wrist really hard so that you make this clickity clack sound. The only people still doing it is brown people thinking they black or whatever. Man, messed up, its like a gay wristy mating call or something. So dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4577356352833167004?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4577356352833167004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4577356352833167004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4577356352833167004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4577356352833167004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/03/wristy-salute.html' title='Wristy Salute'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2274861328520039531</id><published>2009-03-20T11:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:18:26.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you go into a Book Store</title><content type='html'>I never really understood how you are suppose to browse a book store. What are people in there looking at? It is not like the majority of the people go in, know what they are getting, and come out. No, they look up and down, in and around, gazing at covers. I highly doubt they are looking for specific authors and newly released titles from them seeing how, I would assume, 90% of the population can not name 10 authors. So what the hell are people looking at? Is there a chance that the cover of a book is so intriguing that it might somehow convince someone to buy it. I mean, only like 10% of the people who walk into book stores read the epilogue. Is it called the epilogue? Well, the back, just don't know where that word came from in my head. The real question is, why do book stores even exist. PREDICTION: Book stores start closing in 5 years and Chapters and Indigo will be threatened. The stores are so big and they sell nothing. I mean shit, I've bought the last I don't know how many from online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2274861328520039531?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2274861328520039531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2274861328520039531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2274861328520039531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2274861328520039531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-do-you-go-into-book-store.html' title='How do you go into a Book Store'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-6985807674740319844</id><published>2009-03-20T02:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:47:46.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So as I was Saying</title><content type='html'>So isn't it weird how people reflect on where they are and find problems and the lack of achievement of goals that they wish they could achieve and shit. Maybe if people stopped telling me what 'normal' was and what people are doing, I wouldn't feel like I need to change and set goals and shit for the new year and such. Maybe, just maybe, I like where I am. I love just chilling and shit and contemplating. The rush is shit and the deadline is pointless. I mean shit, just cause you work earlier and shit and you more career minded and such, don't mean you going to work less or retire earlier and such. People mentally changes and shit, you don't retire earlier, but you fucking get sucked into this lifestyle that makes you keep working regardless. So I mean, shit, you might as well figure out what you going to like doing first before you get your feet into it and can't get out. Damn, man, people need to stop affecting my thinking and shit. I LOVE being me and shit. I don't want to leave this joint till I got my shit together. Well, that or until latest Winter 2010 term and in $15000 OSAP debt, which in perspective is nothing, no worries no worries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need to stop stressing to get me stressing. I hate stressing and refuse to stress. Those mother fuckers who tell you otherwise, let them get gray and bald. Don't stress. ^____________________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am just a kid, who don't give a shit, just give me some rocket candies. Boooooo...I got no rockets for my Birthday like last year. LOL. Life is all about the small things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating about running an illegal poker game when I graduate and get a studio condo...Hrmm...Possibility...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-6985807674740319844?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/6985807674740319844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=6985807674740319844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6985807674740319844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6985807674740319844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-as-i-was-saying.html' title='So as I was Saying'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4601309287396366360</id><published>2009-03-20T02:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:25:38.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need To Pee</title><content type='html'>MmmMmm...Bambino =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4601309287396366360?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4601309287396366360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4601309287396366360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4601309287396366360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4601309287396366360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-to-pee.html' title='I Need To Pee'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2373736355364080068</id><published>2009-03-20T01:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:25:03.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>It was a great birthday. Kim came on Thursday, what a wonderful surprise. We watched Watchmen and had dinner at Thai Sun. Kind of pricey for Thai food, but it tasted good and anything that tastes good in Waterloo is a plus. Then Saturday came a long and Alan, Shandy, Max, and Jen came up from Toronto to party with me. I got pretty trashed that day pretty early. Then bunch of people came, but I was already gone at this point. Lots of goodies happened. So yeah, another memorable birthday in the books and I am thankful for that. I am a bit surprised that I ran around naked outside, seeing how I didn't have my good boxer briefs on, and had the sort of ones that I'm impartial about on, and the sides sort of ride up a bit, and I am a bit gun-shy about anything short cause of my burns on my legs, but, I did it uber quick that no one noticed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am 23. My mom said that between 13 and now, I haven't changed one bit. In a way, it is a bit true. At 13 I had my vice of getting high, now I equally have my own vice of just tripping out. I just live to party and nothing matters. Dream endlessly. The 10 years in between have just been a blur and I do not remember any of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvin Elvin Elvin. 23. The Michael Jordan year. It's time to pull your crossover, push off that SOB and pull up for the jumper, game winner, throw it done. Fake it in the air and switch it up to the left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of can't wait till this term is over. Adam and Justin are gone. I think I am going to live alone next term. No offense, but, I need some time alone. Sometimes, its just good to be by yourself. No one around, just scream, meditate, and be some crazy missionary, on his self-exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERMMMMMM&gt;&gt;&gt; But yeah, good times before everyone leaves me. So much I want to do...&lt;br /&gt;WeeEEEEEEeeeEEEEeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mMMmm...Bambino =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2373736355364080068?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2373736355364080068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2373736355364080068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2373736355364080068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2373736355364080068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/03/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-7270207689753569866</id><published>2009-03-09T12:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:32:43.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewww...</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting in class on my laptop and then I hear the conversation in the row in front of me and some girl is like, "Yeah, my boyfriend lives in Missassauga." So naturally I look up to see what this girl looks like that deems her appropriate to have a boyfriend... ewww. So yeah, ACTSC 372 class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-7270207689753569866?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/7270207689753569866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=7270207689753569866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/7270207689753569866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/7270207689753569866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/03/ewww.html' title='Ewww...'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-9204523656015870759</id><published>2009-03-01T13:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:44:04.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluetooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SarXSC7WIrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lnYTGR0KwYE/s1600-h/1687kbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SarXSC7WIrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lnYTGR0KwYE/s400/1687kbc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308291815832953522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I hate bluetooth headsets so much. Makes you look like a total douchebag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-9204523656015870759?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/9204523656015870759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=9204523656015870759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/9204523656015870759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/9204523656015870759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/03/bluetooth.html' title='Bluetooth'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SarXSC7WIrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lnYTGR0KwYE/s72-c/1687kbc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-388196575595593933</id><published>2009-02-11T14:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:25:13.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop Wanted Ad</title><content type='html'>So anyone who spends a significant amount of time at MC has probably seen the wanted lost laptop poster with a $400 reward for the HP pavilion. The possible return for this laptop is totally unlikely because a laptop does not go lost. Sure you leave it alone for a while, then someone picks it up. Does not mean the laptop is lost, it means its stolen. So the likelihood of someone returning a stolen item is totally unlikely. That and imagine having to feel the awkwardness of returning the laptop and taking $400. The person who took the laptop is obviously greedy and took it for the money so he does not need your money to try to make you happy for a win(but not really)-win situation. If lets say it was picked up by someone not looking to steal your laptop, but knowingly seen this laptop untouched for hours and took it to protect and return it to the rightful owner... well, this person would of putted posters for you to pick up your laptop back for free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poster is so pointless, but that is not the point of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be funny if you put up a poster beside the lost laptop sign. That says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUND!&lt;br /&gt;HP Pavilion&lt;br /&gt;$600 o.b.o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you going to be a thief, might as well make it worth your wild.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-388196575595593933?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/388196575595593933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=388196575595593933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/388196575595593933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/388196575595593933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/02/laptop-wanted-ad.html' title='Laptop Wanted Ad'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-7965125504423190221</id><published>2009-02-11T08:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:08:56.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Brown - The Rihanna Beater</title><content type='html'>Hrmm...I am getting this info kind of late. But Chris Brown beat down Rihanna in what is now a domestic violence case. He is out now on $50,000 bail. There is a lot of rumors and speculation going on right now about it. Like Rihanna has bite marks, Chris Brown strangled her, Rihanna gave Brown herpes, to Rihanna threw the keys to Brown's Lamborghini. It'll be interesting to see how this plays out. Cray world. I love Rihanna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-7965125504423190221?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/7965125504423190221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=7965125504423190221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/7965125504423190221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/7965125504423190221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/02/chris-brown-rihanna-beater.html' title='Chris Brown - The Rihanna Beater'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-3411197356659631266</id><published>2009-02-11T07:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:32:59.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BAT!</title><content type='html'>So Joe was not lying. There is a bat in the house and I swear to God it woke me up at like 7am. I startle awake to something brushing my hair and I'm like WTF?! Then I see this thing fluttering in my room so I grab my cover and jet out of my room and stand in the hall way thinking of what the fuck I am going to do. There I am in the hallway, half-naked, with no glasses and I can hear shit bang into the shades of my window. Not quite sure what the hell I am seeing cause I am blind without my glasses thinking of what my next move is. So I bang on Justin's door so that he can help me out, seeing how he is better at these things than I am, as in, I'm a girl and need help with this shit. I figure I am not going into my room with this thing fluttering around me half naked while I'm half blind. I'd have mental images of the thing biting me, I'd need to be armored up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when Justin goes in my room, he can't find the Fucker. Maybe I left the door open too long? Then Adam and Lynn got woken up by the whole carfuffel. They wondering how a bat could of gotten into my room. Well, now I am scared shitless of my room and that was either the scariest shit that ever happened or the most realistic coming back from subconsciousness dreamy-stutter EVER. DAMN... I am too domesticated for this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-3411197356659631266?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/3411197356659631266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=3411197356659631266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3411197356659631266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3411197356659631266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/02/bat.html' title='BAT!'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2403258123730776400</id><published>2009-02-07T23:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:17:34.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is a throwback</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bhXrU1Bo7o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/5bhXrU1Bo7o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I am so glad I came across this gem after a day of looking at some classic happy hardcore songs. This is a sweet tune, haha, never actually seen the video before and it is mad disturbing, but whatever, just listen to the music and close your eyes and let it take you away. Damn... *sob sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2403258123730776400?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2403258123730776400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2403258123730776400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2403258123730776400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2403258123730776400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-is-throwback.html' title='Here is a throwback'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-1858548673022164838</id><published>2009-02-04T12:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:38:39.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why isn't UW wireless seamless</title><content type='html'>I travel a lot in between classes. I go from EIT to SLC to MC and every time a travel and open back up my laptop I have to wait so long for internet. It has to connect to wifi, then after it tells me there is limited to no connectivity, then after another 30 seconds it shows that it is connected again. At this point it is possible for me to get into the UW login screen and login to get access. Now I understand that each time it needs to find the Wifi, get port, authenticate and shit cause its not like its a satellite and shit. But the network should have my IP and shit already, so why do I need to login each and every time. I know it seems like its not a big deal, but, it's a hassle to me. Also, there needs to be more ports in DC and some other active spots, sometimes SLC as well. But I'm pretty sure everyone is well aware of that already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-1858548673022164838?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/1858548673022164838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=1858548673022164838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1858548673022164838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1858548673022164838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-isnt-uw-wireless-seamless.html' title='Why isn&apos;t UW wireless seamless'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-8040725519692684539</id><published>2009-02-04T11:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:10:57.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada, why are you so slow</title><content type='html'>It is never worth any companies time to invest in Canada. I was looking at Skype details again cause I really want an incoming number for Skype so that way I can maybe ditch my cell phone or get some voice mail or just have another number. Well, Skype incoming numbers are available in 21 countries. I got excited because I remember that last I checked I swore I only saw that it was available in the U.S. Well, well, well, guess what the 21 countries were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Australia&lt;br /&gt;# Brazil&lt;br /&gt;# Chile&lt;br /&gt;# Denmark&lt;br /&gt;# Dominican Republic&lt;br /&gt;# Estonia&lt;br /&gt;# Finland&lt;br /&gt;# France&lt;br /&gt;# Germany&lt;br /&gt;# Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;# Hungary&lt;br /&gt;# Ireland&lt;br /&gt;# Japan&lt;br /&gt;# Mexico&lt;br /&gt;# New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;# Poland&lt;br /&gt;# Romania&lt;br /&gt;# Sweden&lt;br /&gt;# Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;# United Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;# USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, look at the countries there. Are you telling me that ESTONIA is a bigger market than Canada. That is just sad. The only North American country not there, that and North America is quite the small continent isn't it. Ugh... the adaption rate of Canada is so pathetic. Just the other day I read that Korea is planning to have 1gbps internet transfer rate by 2012. Oh yeah, you saw that right, 1gbps, what is good old faithful Rogers giving us. Like 10mbps for the fastest service, which is what they claim although you know they are always slowing you down and a fucking 60gig regular bandwith cap. This is bullshit. This is a big failure on the government's part. How can a economy that's main resource is intelligence be transported properly with such poor infrastructure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Canada and all, but shit, it feels like we do live in igloos and that we are in the most desolate place in the world. It is shit like this that makes me want to take my amazing-ness somewhere else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-8040725519692684539?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/8040725519692684539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=8040725519692684539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8040725519692684539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8040725519692684539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/02/canada-why-are-you-so-slow.html' title='Canada, why are you so slow'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-3876747510956576733</id><published>2009-02-04T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:55:47.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My inability to face reality</title><content type='html'>I always think the world is out to get me. I hate getting emails and letters from 'the higher ups'. Like if I were to get an email from my boss I automatically think I am in shit. When I get a letter from the government I automatically think I must of did something wrong or they want some kind of audit. I hate looking at marks cause I am always worried about failed marks. But it's weird, cause then once I know, I am cool regardless of the result. I hate getting emails from the school especially the ones that say, CHECK YOUR ACADEMIC STANDINGS, although everybody gets them. It's always like, oh shit, what the fuck did I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I got an email from the school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As a result of your Fall 2008 academic standing, an enrolment block is currently on your academic record.  The following transcript  text is recorded on your academic record as of the fully graded date January 26:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'"Course enrolment activity blocked beyond Winter 2009 term until you see your academic advisor to discuss your rising course exclusion/failure count and failure(s) in latest term."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, you are blocked from enrolling in courses until you speak with your academic advisor about your rising course exclusion/failure count.  Once you have spoken with your advisor, he/she will remove the enrolment block, which will allow you to enroll in courses. Spring 2009 enrolment is starting on June 9.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I have finally hit my 4th failed course that does not count toward my GPA. No more failing from now on. Man, it would of been nice to pass that course the first time, but it'll be easier the 2nd time around. It was a pretty good time to use my last fail. It is better to use it now then the last term, cause that would mean I would be only missing one credit to graduate. Now I know I need to pass everything to graduate. But why is enrollment for the spring term on June 9? Is that not ridiculously late. I mean, doesn't class start in May. They have to have that wrong. Or they probably mean enrollment for Fall 2009 is June 9. I swear, I should be choosing courses soon. Fuck, now I need to go to the advisor again. I hate going in front of these advisors, then they going to look at me like I'm all dumb and shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*groan*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-3876747510956576733?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/3876747510956576733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=3876747510956576733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3876747510956576733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3876747510956576733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-inability-to-face-reality.html' title='My inability to face reality'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-5138523621570573183</id><published>2009-02-02T08:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:25:08.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks till I get to see Appa</title><content type='html'>I want to hold my baby *sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-5138523621570573183?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/5138523621570573183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=5138523621570573183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/5138523621570573183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/5138523621570573183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-weeks-till-i-get-to-see-appa.html' title='2 weeks till I get to see Appa'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-8127040175254771824</id><published>2009-02-01T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:48:57.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma of Epic Proportions</title><content type='html'>So my parents have brought Appa to the vet and apparently his eye is worse than what we thought or what the breeder told us. One of his eyes are totally not functioning basically, how can I not know this? Also, apparently his eye is getting bigger or might be some virus. Have to go see a specialist who might be able to stop this or specialist might have to take his eye out. That is gross. I don't want Appa to have one eye. But he seems so happy all the time. So what am I suppose to do? Hopefully we can save the eye and he can only use one eye. Then you have to factor in the costs of all this. Or do you put Appa down? I don't think that is very fair, he is so young and very cute and loving and he has so much life to live, but I have so much life to live with him as well. The most important thing is, will whatever he has spread to the other eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the breeder did is wrong though. She said that it was a minor thing and just put on the cream and Appa will be fine. She said that the vet will say whatever, but it is just a scratch. Makes you think was she just trying to prevent us from seeing something more, although she did seem really nice and no one would logical would screw over a person where you go over to their house to pick up something. Regardless, she should of had more due diligence in this. I will have to call her tomorrow to see what she can do and hopefully give me a refund in the extra care I have to deal with. That way Appa can live better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can such a happy Appa have so many problems =(&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad about this, I don't know how to go forward. Damn it Elvin, you always make trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-8127040175254771824?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/8127040175254771824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=8127040175254771824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8127040175254771824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8127040175254771824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/02/dilemma-of-epic-proportions.html' title='Dilemma of Epic Proportions'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-1554998361059103855</id><published>2009-02-01T01:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:13:21.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transity System</title><content type='html'>So I have been thinking about this for a long time while I ride the bus. I always think about all the wasted space on the bus and all the opportunities they are missing. So over the front tires of the bus, there are bulges that come up, and over the one side near the door, they have a clear bin on top, which has newspapers that you can buy. Then there is all this wasted space from top to bottom. Then the other side, it is totally blank, nothing at all. Wouldn't it be better to have a vending machine there. I mean, you have people sitting on the bus for usually at least 20 minutes. Marketers would kill to have these people engaged in a store for like 20 minutes. There is no doubt in my mind that you can sell drinks and candy on a bus. Man, the drinks wouldn't even have be cold, cause that would increase electricity. Well yeah, a lot of missed opportunities on the bus that can make public transportation better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stuff includes the TTC. You can put vending machines inside the subway. Sure, people could always go to the newspaper gateway or whatever it is called. But when people are on the move, people don't want to buy food from the creepy guy behind the counter and waste all your time when all you want is to get to work or to get home. But someone who is already in the subway, they have time to sit there, and studies have shown that if food is placed right in front of you, you will fucking eat that shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-1554998361059103855?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/1554998361059103855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=1554998361059103855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1554998361059103855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1554998361059103855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/02/transity-system.html' title='Transity System'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4092262651991459096</id><published>2009-01-28T13:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:47:09.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Fucking God! It is GORGEOUS!</title><content type='html'>As much as I would like school to be canceled because of the snow. I love it. It is absolutely gorgeous outside. A mild -6 degrees, absolutely no wind, and the most gorgeous snow. The snow is gently falling 6m/s downwards. Loving the tinkle of snow on my face, like pixie dust, its so magical. There is nothing like fresh snow, the way it softens all the hard corners done by man. Walking on the side of ring road going home, I just wish I was in a log cabin. I can see the smoke stack outside as a fire is brewing on the inside. I wish I could go snow-shoeing and trek the great wilderness. Its  the perfect day to just sit on the ice and go ice-fishing while sipping some hot cocoa. Man, I love winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4092262651991459096?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4092262651991459096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4092262651991459096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4092262651991459096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4092262651991459096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my-fucking-god-it-is-gorgeous.html' title='Oh My Fucking God! It is GORGEOUS!'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-1980509045501095082</id><published>2009-01-28T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:40:20.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Unhappy</title><content type='html'>So I went back home last weekend for Chinese New Year. It was good. Went to my cousin Jason's Birthday dinner. Then after my cousins decide that we should go drink. So we decided to hit up Take One to do some karaoke. It was a good night, drank a lot with my cousins and Kim tried to keep up, which was not a good idea cause she puked. Played 5-10 hand game against cousin and I dominated. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chinese New Year went out to this restaurant for dinner which was pretty shit, then went back to my place to give out red pockets, hang out, play poker like we do every year. And every year everyone sees me as raging Elvin. Look, I believe that I have a pretty big patience, but sometimes I just can not take it with some of the family members. I mean if you play the game, then you are going to have to respect the game and that means at least learning the basics of it. There is so much folding out of turn, not knowing when who's turn it is, the very basic. Especially my dad, how can you play so much and not know where the small and big blinds are and figure out when your turn is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In particular, I will mention one hand. So pre-flop, it goes raise to $3 from someone, then one call, it comes back to me, and I have pocket rockets and I want the risk free $6+ in the middle seeing how i have like $12 back or go heads up, I do not want to go three-way on the flop. One folds, then the other thinks for a long time and eventually calls with pocket 9s, which is a horrible move by the way. So the cards roll out and he gets a straight 5, 6, 7, 8, 9. Just my luck right. Then my uncle to my right starts laughing and says I am so dumb for playing it dumb. Why would I go all-in. Blah blah blah. I am thinking to myself, I could play this hand better? So I just tell him you are a fucking dumbass you fat idiot. But he is so loud and abnoxious and its so annoying. Then he calls me out for being so mad for losing money for making a stupid decision. Like where is the logic. Not to mention you don't knock on a player that lost, especially on a bad beat. Like poker etiquette, well, lets not even relate this to poker...life. It seems like my uncles to get on my back because they know I play a lot and they want to beat me because they believe the whole thing is luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a talking with my mom. She says I shouldn't get so mad and yell and get out of control. But the bottom line is, I do not care who you are, if you give me no respect, I will show you none. Just cause you are older then me and somehow in the chain of things are my mom's brother does not give you a birth right to disrespect me. I will tell anyone they are being an asshole if they being an asshole. If the fucking pope was jumping up and down in my face, I'd punch him in the mouth. Well, that and I'm also not religious. Not to mention arrogant people like that need to be shut down cause they do not get confronted enough. I mean, if he were to give me credible poker advice, then there is no hard in criticizing my play, but if you going to be an ass, then no one needs to hear it. I mean, shit don't even apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, some people might be like. Elvin, you are such a hypocrite, you fucking harp on people all the time you arrogant bitch. Man, I say things that are usually credible and true. If I say you are fat and you are fat, then maybe you should do something about it. If I say you are fat and you aren't, man, get a self-esteem and appreciate sarcasm. If I say you are fat, but you aren't, but I see you keep eating junk food, just cause you are thin does not mean you should keep stuffing yourself, cause shit will catch up with you. If I say your haircut looks messed up, its my opinion and I'm telling you not to get the same cut again. If I say your shit is ugly, that's just my opinion and you can take it for what its worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I do realize that some people like to try to cut me up too. Elvin why you got to wear such weird shit? Elvin, why you wearing nail polish, you so gay. Elvin, why you tuck your super skinny jeans into your boots you look like a girl. Actually...hrm...come to think about it nobody actually says what I do is ugly, they just say it looks odd...hrm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, off topic... the past 2 paragraphs are just a blob of incoherent thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom says that sometimes you shouldn't be so loud cause then it makes me look bad and people will automatically dismiss my 'valid' points and I seem like a bad guy. She says, some people won't listen to you and are stubborn, but even if you can't say the things you want to say, things eventually work out. She was right, cause in the end my uncle lost $60 on the most DONK moves and I came back up winning $40...but I still believe that some people need bitch slaps now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in this conversation with my mom, she asked me if I felt successful and if I was happy with my life. I said I was, I mean, life is good. I like school, I like my family, friends, Kim. I have my new companion Appa. But she was just kind of sad, she was like, all my other cousins are doing stuff with their lives and shit, and I am still in school and that she just wants me to do well and she just hopes that I graduate and stop dicking around. Damn. Talk about being the embarassment to my parents. But I mean please, comparing me to my 30+ year old cousins where some didn't finish their degrees and most just sorted out their lives NOW. Please. But I mean shit, I guess I need to get my shit together now. My mom wants me to do well this year and make something of myself. So got to work hard this term. I think I can get a 85% average this term. So I will try to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people need to understand. I am not delusional. I know what success is. I know how hard I should work each term. I am only doing 2 terms more, its not like its a nightmare and I am pretty sure I would have had to do at least 1 term because I chose my major so late. But thats cause I really did not know what I wanted to do. I mean I tried to do Act. Sci. but I am physically limited in not being able to do it and when I first enrolled in school I was in Mathematical Physics. Well, whatever, looking back at it now though, in retrospect, I believe that I would of majored in Computer Science. Just to have the ability to learn some things that I can apply now. There is so much software I want to write with all the different APIs out there, but do not know how and sadly, do not even know where to start. So anyways, I do like learning, for the most part, I like going to the classes that I do attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anywas, I do not want to be the black sheep of the family. I mean, shit, I am the one that everyone should be talking about because I am so awesome in every which way. Tall, smart, and amazing. So, now it is time for the person who does not care what other people think, to own up and be the crown jewel of the family. Cause shit, can't have fucking inferior people stepping on me and need to make my family happy. Fucking mother fuckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-1980509045501095082?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/1980509045501095082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=1980509045501095082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1980509045501095082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1980509045501095082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-unhappy.html' title='Mom Unhappy'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-710776302872222204</id><published>2009-01-19T12:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:35:35.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap UW</title><content type='html'>I hate walking in the non-shoveled snow that has been packed down by 1000 foot steps. The packed down snow is all hilly and you never land with a full foot and its so hard on the balls of your feet. Seriously, if UW is going to be so lazy and not shovel the damn pavement properly, then don't open the god damn school. I mean, if I was in a wheelchair, there is no way I would be able to get to class, not to mention its hard enough for an able person to get from one side of campus to the other in 10 minutes in between classes with all that snow. Ugh... I need a day off.&lt;br /&gt;Wait...that is tomorrow. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-710776302872222204?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/710776302872222204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=710776302872222204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/710776302872222204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/710776302872222204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/01/cheap-uw.html' title='Cheap UW'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2362748393680077871</id><published>2009-01-19T10:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:06:05.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend that was</title><content type='html'>So the past weekend went back to Toronto because it was Kim's birthday. So I took the greyhound bus to Toronto, then take the subway to Fairview Mall, then get picked up by my dad to go home. When I get home, get to see Appa for a bit, then head out to see Kim. It is already getting late and I already called Kim that I was on my way to UTSC to pick her up. So I am driving and it takes me longer than usual then when exiting the ramp to Morningside Rd. I call Kim that says I am downstairs. She says she is coming. On the way driving to UTSC I still manage to hit 2 red lights, I pull into her school and she is still not there, actually need to wait 10 minutes for her to come down. What is up with that? Ugh...anyways, frustrated as I am and it being 6pm I know I am tight on time. So I decide to head downtown and drive down King approaching Princess of Wales theatre and Kim is like "look, Sound of Music." I give no response. I turn into the theatre parking, I believe Kim knew where we were. Then we head to the elevators to go to the lobby and I'm pretty sure Kim didn't want to jinx the fact that shes going to see Sound of Music and be disappointed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I say, we going to see Sound of Music! YEAHHHHHHH! Hahaha. It was like 6:45 at the time, not much time to grab some grub. So we went to a subway near by. Then went back to the theatre, o how exciting. So the show was great. I have never seen Sound of Music before so I didn't know much of the story and it was good. The set was amazing, I love seeing all the moving theatre sets and how they change the scene. The floating mountain was pretty neat. Their was a bit of humor and it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, Kim's best birthday ever, as claimed by me =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2362748393680077871?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2362748393680077871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2362748393680077871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2362748393680077871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2362748393680077871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-that-was.html' title='The weekend that was'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-5358668301527740418</id><published>2009-01-14T12:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:30:31.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Failed Courses</title><content type='html'>So last term was a pretty scary term, did not know how many courses I would pass or fail. Turns out I failed CO 350. What a drag. That is now my 4th course failed, as with Math Faculty guidelines, you are allowed 4 failed courses that do not count toward your GPA. SO NO MORE. Not to mention I have allotted for that one more course fail because my next two terms only had 9 courses. Not its filled up with 10. Hopefully I planned that right. So my next 2 study terms look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4A - BUS 481, CO 370, CS 338, MSCI 421, CS 432&lt;br /&gt;4B - CS 430, MSCI 432, MTHEL 400, BUS 402, CO 350&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm...wonder if CO 350 is a prereq. of CO 370. Fuck. That course better not be that hard. Probably need to do some rearranging. Also, I need to see if I can do another Co-op term so I graduate Winter 2010. damn...that is a ways away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, my term this term is pretty easy. YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-5358668301527740418?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/5358668301527740418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=5358668301527740418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/5358668301527740418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/5358668301527740418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-failed-courses.html' title='No More Failed Courses'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-5972289732101419606</id><published>2009-01-14T11:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:19:50.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquidation</title><content type='html'>Throughout life I would always squawk at the people who said life is hard. I just never understood it. If you want a certain job, go to school and train or get the credentials for it. If you want to own a restaurant, buy a restaurant and start cooking. If you want to own a store, buy one a start selling shit. If you want to consult, learn your skill, hustle some people and consult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently life is a bit trickier than that. I started Kingkao (not me, the company) thinking, man, there aren't a lot of Canadian retailers or retailers in general online selling designer toys. Not to mention, I thought I could do it better, create a culture of independent artists and like minded people and do apparel and sell the lifestyle. In my mind it all makes sense, I can see the end product, but the means of getting there is sort of tough. Selling enough product to Canadians only just does not cut it. This is a niche market inside a relatively small population. So you aren't looking at a good cash flow at all. The margins are just to small and to be competitive would have to undercut people in e-commerce world. That would mean even outpricing the people on eBay, which is practically impossible. What else can I offer the consumer as a start-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a distributor in Canada on e-commerce level is impossible. Absolutely can not do it. People online do not value customer experience as much and most of it comes down to price. It is just to easy too compare prices online and the margins become lower. Of course, I think my goal was to stay afloat in the online marketplace and grind it out building a ever steady inventory to start a physical store. Where a customer experience and a clear narration of the business objectives were, were more clear to the consumer, but I think their is too much risk and the margins just are not good enough. I do not keep hustling to have a steady income with no real opportunity to increase income by like 50000%. Something good for me would to invest $5000 and yield $5,000,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a reason why I took this route was to correspond with my vision to eventually introduce my own apparel line, man, I think my life revolves around getting into the fashion industry some how. But, that is dumb. So here I am, closing off what I have stocked up, I think ending about even with all the expenses that I have incurred. Maybe a loss, who knows, we'll see what the final book says, but it might even be up. It was a good learning experience though, learned a lot, more than any other course has really taught me. Then again, applied some of the stuff I have learned, so I will be ready for my next project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I am almost done liquidating and closing the book. I will work hard on project #2 -- PocketMonsters =) This will put me smack dab in the fashion industry bitches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention PocketMonsters is innovative. My last venture was not innovative at all, just a business owner and nothing really "entrepreneurial" and I strive to live the entrepreneurial lifestyle. So its time to change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know any good fashion design books?&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Visit DP to find books on fashion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-5972289732101419606?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/5972289732101419606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=5972289732101419606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/5972289732101419606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/5972289732101419606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/01/liquidation.html' title='Liquidation'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-8525731583949549924</id><published>2009-01-14T11:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:55:53.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yip Yip Appa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1930/190/72/632479863/n632479863_1293689_4187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1930/190/72/632479863/n632479863_1293689_4187.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally got my dog during Christmas break on the 21st of December while my parents were on vacation. He is a pug I got from a breeder up in King City or wherever up north. $400 for my dog, pretty cheap. Then went to go get him bowls, a cage, toys, food. Appa was born with other pugs and they were rough housing and scratched their eyes. So his eyes were kind of cloudy, but the breeder got us cream to put on his eyes each day, so his eyes are getting better. I decided to get him while everyone was gone so I can sort of train it my own way. Lucky for me, Appa is pretty obedient and laid back dog and its not that hard to get him to do what you want. Then my parents came home from vacation and they were surprised I got a dog, although not that surprised as people may think. I think my mom really likes him, she is pretty lonely at home, but ugh, she likes to train Appa her own way. O well, either he goes to washroom in a bin or outside. When we take Appa to either, he goes to washroom pretty quickly, so that is pretty good. He knows what's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought up Appa to Waterloo for the first week and I do expect him to follow me around for the most part, but this week I left him in Toronto because he had puked 4 days straight, so I wanted him to just relax. We got him some better food and hopefully it'll make him feel better and make his poo not stink so much, cause man does his poo stink. How can IAMS brand food be such a low grade of meat, apparently. I thought they were the brand of choice. Maybe Pedigree, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my doggy, although yes, he is a lot of work when he is around. O well, I'll try to get a lot of rest while I do not have to take care of him, cause when he is around, got to wake up at 8am regardless of my school schedule. It is a good thing I suppose. But yeah, I bet my mom is having fun with Appa since shes been pretty lonely and bored since she retired. I wish I could do nothing and play with Appa. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-8525731583949549924?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/8525731583949549924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=8525731583949549924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8525731583949549924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8525731583949549924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2009/01/yip-yip-appa.html' title='Yip Yip Appa'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2354682187702819424</id><published>2008-12-06T01:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:42:08.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>Go in with a bad mark = study really hard&lt;br /&gt;Go in with good mark = don't really study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all equals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mediocrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* focus on econ elvin. FOCUS.&lt;br /&gt;it has been a while since i strived for perfection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2354682187702819424?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2354682187702819424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2354682187702819424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2354682187702819424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2354682187702819424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/12/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-251071690640360852</id><published>2008-11-28T11:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:32:22.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>4 exams to go...&lt;br /&gt;250/400 marks to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;Nerd mode, engage!&lt;br /&gt;Transformers more than meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;Must Pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-251071690640360852?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/251071690640360852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=251071690640360852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/251071690640360852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/251071690640360852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-8898494721508877611</id><published>2008-11-06T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:10:41.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do do do do</title><content type='html'>La la la la la&lt;br /&gt;do do do do do&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause my heart goes sha-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;sha-la-la-la in the morning&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;sha-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn. Can't focus on studying.&lt;br /&gt;Midterm in 2 hours and so not prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-8898494721508877611?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/8898494721508877611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=8898494721508877611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8898494721508877611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8898494721508877611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-do-do-do.html' title='Do do do do'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-6909444058439790855</id><published>2008-10-27T01:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:32:18.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Fattest Man Marries</title><content type='html'>This is the most fucked up shit ever. The guy has not moved from his bed in 6 years. 6 fucking years sitting on your fat ass and taking #1 and #2s in your fucking bed. What possesses someone to eat until they can't fucking get up no more. The guy weighed 1230 pounds in 2006 and since has lost 550 pounds with the help from his long time girlfriend and now wife. He met her 4 years ago. How the fuck did he meet this girl if he has not been moved from his bed. Should I be jealous by his mad skills with woman seeing how he can just sit on his fat ass in bed and just get a girl. I mean, damn, and the girl don't even look half bad either. Shit, the wedding ceremony is jokes. His bed is on a crate and he gets crated around. Disgusting. O Darwin, where are you? &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com/news/world/article/525108"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-6909444058439790855?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/6909444058439790855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=6909444058439790855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6909444058439790855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6909444058439790855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/worlds-fattest-man-marries.html' title='World&apos;s Fattest Man Marries'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4124944516137673538</id><published>2008-10-23T13:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:34:39.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored w/ Absolutely Nothing to Do</title><content type='html'>Click the Next Blog button. Wow, you then really see how small the world we live in is. The majority of blogs on blogger are not even in English. There are people all over the world living their own crazy lives, writing in their crazy language. If only I could meet them all and fly away from this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4124944516137673538?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4124944516137673538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4124944516137673538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4124944516137673538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4124944516137673538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored-w-absolutely-nothing-to-do.html' title='Bored w/ Absolutely Nothing to Do'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-6601953212766522444</id><published>2008-10-22T15:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:49:29.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Driver</title><content type='html'>So I was going back home from the grocery store today and was at the corner of Westmount and University. There was a left advance, but I thought I would take a lead to the medium and wait there, but this fucking driver was about to turn left but it sort of paused in the intersection. Then it was heading right at me and I was barely in the road so I went back to the sidewalk. There was no cars in the FURTHEST right lane, so he essentially pulls into that lane going in the opposite direction. Fucking guy. He is damn lucky that there were no cars all the way down the road and I can see him put on the brakes then pull all the way right after 300m in. Local Waterloo people are the dumbest people around. When are you ever on the Left of opposite traffic anyways! Crazy dumbass. Added illustration cause its hard to say in words what this moron did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SP-DK6lOFHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8-R9kVdrZqY/s1600-h/dumbass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SP-DK6lOFHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8-R9kVdrZqY/s400/dumbass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260067113339327602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how Google maps seems to be confused on this intersection though. There are arrows all over that intersection which means a damn good solution is to make a god damn round-a-bout. I believe North America is getting more and more of these as I am seeing them more frequently in new infrastructure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-6601953212766522444?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/6601953212766522444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=6601953212766522444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6601953212766522444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6601953212766522444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/stupid-driver.html' title='Stupid Driver'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SP-DK6lOFHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8-R9kVdrZqY/s72-c/dumbass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-6760884435355244179</id><published>2008-10-22T15:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:37:13.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dreams</title><content type='html'>I know I have been having some tripped out dreams lately. The only problem is I have a hard time recalling them. One of them is where I bent down and could touch my toes. Man, that would be miraculous. I have been trying to stretch everyday so that I can bend down and touch them. It will happen soon. I need to become more flexible. What else can I stretch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-6760884435355244179?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/6760884435355244179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=6760884435355244179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6760884435355244179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6760884435355244179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/weird-dreams.html' title='Weird Dreams'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-768192278920646872</id><published>2008-10-21T12:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:47:08.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never going to DQ for food</title><content type='html'>So I had to go to the Post Office today so I thought I might go grocery shopping too. My trip was cut short though cause it was kind of cold and really windy and I saw that there is a post office in the plaza near our house. So after I dropped off my parcel I went to DQ to go eat cause I was hungry. I ordered a classic w/ cheese. DAMN did it take long to make the god damn thing. Everyone who ordered had to wait like 10 minutes for their food its insane for a fast food restaurant. Were they cutting the tomatoes right then and there or something. Not to mention the fries were so crappy, the burger looked like shit and a bit of my burger was burnt. I have no idea how Justin ate their like 3 times already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the wait and the price, might as well just walk to bomber. I'd probably finish eating faster there. DQ FTL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-768192278920646872?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/768192278920646872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=768192278920646872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/768192278920646872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/768192278920646872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/never-going-to-dq-for-food.html' title='Never going to DQ for food'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-6466731413279727882</id><published>2008-10-18T13:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:20:28.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Relgions Sucks Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SPoaIOe_oUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1qoXaflakSU/s1600-h/littlebigplanet_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SPoaIOe_oUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1qoXaflakSU/s400/littlebigplanet_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258544243537846594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to playing this game Littlebigplanet, but it faces a world wide recall due to Qur'an references in the background music on one of the levels. From &lt;a href="http://kotaku.com/5065076/littlebigplanet-faces-worldwide-recall-for-quran-references"&gt;Kotaku&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The European delay of LittleBigPlanet we mentioned earlier has blossomed into a worldwide recall of the game due to passages from the Islamic holy text Qur'an being included in the background music in one of the levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "During the review process prior to the release of LittleBigPlanet, it has been brought to our attention that one of the background music tracks licensed from a record label for use in the game contains two expressions that can be found in the Qur'an," admitted the company in a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "We have taken immediate action to rectify this and we sincerely apologise for any offence that this may have caused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a reader sent us a link to a music file containing the two offending phrases, which can be found here. Hit the jump for the translation of the offending phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- In the 18th second: "كل نفس ذائقة الموت" ("kollo nafsin tha'iqatol mawt", literally: 'Every soul shall have the taste of death').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Almost immediately after, in the 27th second: "كل من عليها فان" ("kollo man alaiha fan", literally: 'All that is on earth will perish').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to NSider for providing the link and translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep you updated as we hear more on how this recall effects release dates. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Muslim extremist take offense to everything. I mean, seriously, shouldn't they be happy that the music is spreading the word of the Qur'an, so that more people can switch over to being Muslim or something. Who the hell is this really affecting, are the fucking Muslim's going to cry about this. Fucking people need to get over themselves. God damn. They can take their fucking prophet Mohammed and take it up the butt from Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... so sad. I wish Sony did not waste their time with the idiots. I mean, not like these hippy Muslims are going to be buying their shit anyways. SO ANGRY how religion dictates the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-6466731413279727882?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/6466731413279727882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=6466731413279727882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6466731413279727882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6466731413279727882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-relgions-sucks-again.html' title='How Relgions Sucks Again'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SPoaIOe_oUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1qoXaflakSU/s72-c/littlebigplanet_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-3927164556917119583</id><published>2008-10-12T20:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:05:31.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>The luck of the draw got me to the place I am. As a dependent of my parents and all that such, I am thankful of the straw I drew. Sure, there is a chance that the mind, body, and uhmmm 'soul' (which does not exist) could of been placed somewhere better, but I am here, in Markham. Life is good, life is good. I could be placed in Africa by random, but here I am. I should be more thankful and try to help out other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Donate to the food bank when I get back to campus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-3927164556917119583?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/3927164556917119583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=3927164556917119583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3927164556917119583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3927164556917119583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4667094551215310953</id><published>2008-10-10T10:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:53:14.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Wake Up</title><content type='html'>I really don't understand why some people have trouble waking up especially when the majority of people sleep more then I do. So here is how I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I use a cell phone, the benefits to having a cell phone, it vibrates. You can feel the vibrations from the phone and it does vibrate my bed. It helps un-tense the muscles and gets the heart pumping. What else gets your heart pumping is music, right now I have a guitar solo from Daft Punk song, forgot what it is, although I have gotten annoyed by it since I have had the same ring-tone for a really really long time, it is still a very frantic tune. &lt;br /&gt;Man, when my alarm sounds off, my heart beat increases to probably 120bpm+. My third advice to waking up would be have something on your mind that you 'need' to wake up for. Its not that hard for me to wake up when I know I 'can not' skip class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm...business idea?&lt;br /&gt;Alarm in bed that vibrates when alarm goes off. Only turns off when weight is off of bed and person is off their lazy ass...Hrmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Needs some tweaking, but I can think of something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4667094551215310953?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4667094551215310953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4667094551215310953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4667094551215310953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4667094551215310953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-to-wake-up.html' title='How to Wake Up'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-1669830449296499549</id><published>2008-10-10T02:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:14:11.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CO 350 Are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>The assignments in this class are so stupid. 6 mother fucking questions and the questions are so long where they expect you to do 3 iterations of a long process to get a god damn answer. So go damn stupid. Ugh... I am going to sleep, not worth my god damn time. We'll see what I get done in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-1669830449296499549?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/1669830449296499549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=1669830449296499549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1669830449296499549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1669830449296499549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/co-350-are-you-kidding-me.html' title='CO 350 Are you kidding me?'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-6004398941833556659</id><published>2008-10-10T01:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:12:31.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SO7jv5hTpfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_LbtMskk4sY/s1600-h/PA100597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SO7jv5hTpfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_LbtMskk4sY/s400/PA100597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255388227221825010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can rely on is turtle. We have gone through a lot. He has been with me since like grade 4 when I went to Hong Kong vacation. Picked him up at one of the department stores in Hong Kong in the building I lived over. He was just so big and plush and this is the way he remains. He was so big we did not bring him on the plane with us, but we sent him in the mail. Days and days went by, then I got him back in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved him so much, I brought him to show and tell in a big garbage bag and said, this is my favorite thing. Man, me and turtle have been in a lot. Probably pretty dirty too since I have drooled on him, cried on him, spilled things on him. He has been a pillow for me for many trips across the land. He has always been with me at university, except maybe first term. O turtle, what would I do without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SO7jEAm1RzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Cqq7KaH-srM/s1600-h/PA100596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SO7jEAm1RzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Cqq7KaH-srM/s400/PA100596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255387473209804594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-6004398941833556659?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/6004398941833556659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=6004398941833556659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6004398941833556659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6004398941833556659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-my-turtle.html' title='I love my turtle'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SO7jv5hTpfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_LbtMskk4sY/s72-c/PA100597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-1278330956777234354</id><published>2008-10-07T12:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:13:44.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Everything About Your Website</title><content type='html'>I was so surprised that I got some comments from Ben and Fred from the Impact entrepreneurship conference at UW. These are some busy people yet they keep track of all their incoming links and trackbacks. Need to be more aware and have more ownership of my websites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-1278330956777234354?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/1278330956777234354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=1278330956777234354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1278330956777234354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1278330956777234354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/know-everything-about-your-webiste.html' title='Know Everything About Your Website'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-6802774801401724936</id><published>2008-10-06T11:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:33:41.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Affliction</title><content type='html'>What is up with this brand? I see that a lot of UFC fighters are associated with this brand and such, but is there any clothing brand any more homosexual. I swear, this is the new display of homosexuality, just as leather pants were the sign of homosexuality decades ago...well still is. But, there is no other shirt dedicated to male bonding then Afflication. Seriously, what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SOovkB2P0hI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q8RlWAHjNQw/s1600-h/affliction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SOovkB2P0hI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q8RlWAHjNQw/s400/affliction.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254064211298865682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Gay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-6802774801401724936?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/6802774801401724936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=6802774801401724936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6802774801401724936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6802774801401724936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/affliction.html' title='Affliction'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SOovkB2P0hI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q8RlWAHjNQw/s72-c/affliction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-3099521539219789677</id><published>2008-10-05T15:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:41:36.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterloo</title><content type='html'>WHERE THE MOTHER FUCKING PARTY AT?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-3099521539219789677?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/3099521539219789677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=3099521539219789677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3099521539219789677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3099521539219789677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/waterloo.html' title='Waterloo'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-8913278972054434923</id><published>2008-10-04T15:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:16:29.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Slacking</title><content type='html'>Ok ok. So I have not actually been slacking, but I always wonder where the time has gone. I always say I am busy, and I have been doing stuff, but where has all my time gone. I have been working harder then all my other terms, but still, its still just 2 assignments a week, maybe a third, quiz, or paper, but that should not take up all my time. I need to better manage my time and stop slacking. I mean, I did not even hit the gym all last week. Disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels nice being in Waterloo for a weekend, it has been a while. Get to wake up early, go to the pool, do a couple of laps. Attend a little conference for entrepreneurs, and now in the library catching up on my many works that I need to work on. I mean, I like going to Toronto and see Kim, but man, it is a lot of wasting time if you think about it. But I will be back in Toronto for Thanksgiving long weekend. Should be a good weekend, maybe seeing the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference was good, listened to two guys speak. Fred Ngo, who talked about his start ups, his major one being Standout Jobs, he has a blog at &lt;a href="http://siliconisland.ca"&gt;siliconisland.ca&lt;/a&gt;. His one regret was that he should of started being an entrepreneur sooner. I can relate to him, Asian parents always tell you bout this set path to take, go to school, open the book on life and follow it. One thing I learned from his speech was that he was able to work on Standout Jobs, after requesting to work part-time at where he worked, somewhere in Silicon Valley or what not. I am really liking that idea, do meaningful work for a company for a while, then ask for a part-time position, they'll let you do it as long as you are doing some kind of meaningful work. It is all about passion for what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next speaker was &lt;a href="http://ben.casnocha.com"&gt;Ben Casnocha&lt;/a&gt;. Man, talk about a guy to envy, the guy is an entrepreneur, author, and a college student. The guy founded the company Comcat when he was 14 that sells software shit to government, and has another company. His book is titled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Start-Up Life: What a (Very) Young CEO Learned on His Journey Through Silicon Valley&lt;/span&gt;. The guy is 20 years old now, but him speaking there, you would never know, the guy is clearly very mature and has a presence that a lot of 20 year olds just do not have. He talked about having a lot of very old mentors when he was young like 40s, so he has always been around the mature clientele. Just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained how entrepreneurship is not just about a business, but its more of an art. You get a canvas and you paint your own pictures, no rules, no guidelines. The difference between successful entrepreneurs and non-successful entrepreneurs, plain and simple, hard work. Another thing that I need to work on is 20% rule that Google and 3M use. 80% of the time is dedicated to real work, 20% of the time is to do something different and innovate, be creative, side projects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one quote that will stick. Blame no-one. Expect nothing. Do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-8913278972054434923?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/8913278972054434923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=8913278972054434923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8913278972054434923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8913278972054434923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/been-slacking.html' title='Been Slacking'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-1785630681919746214</id><published>2008-10-01T02:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:42:16.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Just a funny story that took me a long time to blog about, but its late and I am bored and just felt like typing and take a break from studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going to the library I decide to head to Federation Express to get a drink. So I hand the lady a bill and I get $3 something in change. Then I am there thinking, huh, "I gave you a $20." She looks at me, "Are you sure?" then she catches me off guard, but I am pretty sure I gave her a $20, so I say "yes." So she takes 3 $5s one at a time from the till eyeballing me, then I am thinking to myself, oh shit, did I get this right, what the hell did I give her. She gives me $15 and I walk away. I exit the store thinking to myself, shit, what bills did I have in my wallet, so I try to recall all my prior purchases and the day before. Well, had wings on Tuesday and paid $17 with perfect change. Then after wings, went to DQ to eat a Blizzard, but I gave the cashier then a $20 and I got back change. Went to Service Canada to get my SIN card and paid $10 and so I am left with $5 bill left. I must of used it at Federation Express. DAMN. I feel stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time thinking about all this, I have already walked to DC, so I walk all the way back to Federation Express and return the $15. I am like, you are probably right and felt really stupid. The cashier was pretty cool though, she was like, its ok, thanks for being honest. So yeah, I guess no harm no foul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you really want to scam a cashier, you now know how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-1785630681919746214?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/1785630681919746214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=1785630681919746214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1785630681919746214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1785630681919746214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-1321859415306794786</id><published>2008-10-01T02:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:34:09.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and no play makes me crazy</title><content type='html'>This is the hardest I have worked, ever. How depressing it is, as I am done one thing, another thing is just dawning on me. It is ridiculous. I think before, I really did not care about deadlines, but now things are a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Turned down drinks today. All work and no play makes Elvin a dull dull boy. I need to party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to motivate myself and left a note on my wall:&lt;br /&gt;Work Harder!&lt;br /&gt;"He that would have fruit must climb the tree." - Fuller&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;Get on school early&lt;br /&gt;Kingkao (Update!, Blog, $$$, Paperwork)&lt;br /&gt;Pocket Monsters&lt;br /&gt;Be Happy &lt;--- Key to success&lt;br /&gt;"Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going." - Jim Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, if only I was happy working and studying, it would make success so much easier. How can I possibly balance everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-1321859415306794786?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/1321859415306794786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=1321859415306794786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1321859415306794786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1321859415306794786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-work-and-no-play-makes-me-crazy.html' title='All work and no play makes me crazy'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2974137217976563503</id><published>2008-09-18T14:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:07:34.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterloo Clubs Day</title><content type='html'>So I went around SLC today to see if there were any interesting clubs around that I may be interested in joining. I have never joined a club at UW before. While looking, I noticed an array of different Christian groups. I swear, approximately 20% of the groups there were Christian related. Why the hell are there so many Christian groups? Well, first I guess the obvious answer is that there are a lot of ignorant, i mean, Christian people. The real question I have is, isn't Christian people about bringing people together under one church to praise 'our' or 'their' lord Jesus Christ and all that goodness. Why are all these Christians all segregated like that. I understand that different cultures like to share in their own experiences, but 'we' all belong under the same God. There are other clubs where you can share culture, but shouldn't there be only one group of Christians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really think it is, is its all there for dating purposes and hooking up. Chinese Christian Fellowship, Korean Christian Fellowship, Christian Bible Study, Off-shore Christian shit, its all a chance to hook up with a partner who has similar characteristic. Sleezy bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2974137217976563503?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2974137217976563503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2974137217976563503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2974137217976563503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2974137217976563503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/09/waterloo-clubs-day.html' title='Waterloo Clubs Day'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4228246785690075125</id><published>2008-09-17T16:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:09:41.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack of all trades, master of none</title><content type='html'>I have taken a different light to school. I really feel like knowing and doing well, I think. I figure, I might have 4 terms left, that equates to 2 full years regularly. These are the terms that people seem to look back on, so I might do well. The only problem is, I do not know how to do well in them. I do feel like learning everything backwards and forwards. &lt;br /&gt;The only problem is, I know this still won't equate to me doing well. I need to do better with my assignments. The problem with this is, I feel like I need to network through people in order to achieve this. Over the years I have become more and more introverted and I just do not want to talk to no one. Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I do not believe that I can do well is because I lack the attention to detail. I am a mass production type of guy. Give me a job with a pretty good +/- ratio of error and I'll get it done blistering fast. I think this also has to do with my non-specialization in a type of skill. &lt;br /&gt;I am a jack of all trades and a master of none. I am good at a lot of things: good at math, good at science, good at technology, good at crafts, good, good, good, not great. I have been told that being a jack of all trades is not a bad thing, but I am starting to think otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;What is there to do for a person who takes interest in everything and wants to do everything. A change in scenery every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Been watching a lot of Martha Stewart lately and everyone knows she is the queen of home shit. I feel like I want to be not just a home mogul, but an EVERYTHING mogul. God damn, I am such a dreamer, ideas, ideas, ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Make me some money Elvin.&lt;br /&gt;Ramble, ramble, ramble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4228246785690075125?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4228246785690075125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4228246785690075125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4228246785690075125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4228246785690075125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/09/jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none.html' title='Jack of all trades, master of none'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4420086831880914099</id><published>2008-09-04T03:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T03:28:07.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvin = Fat Ass</title><content type='html'>There are numerous reasons why I would like to go back to school, one of which is to work out. I have noticed that I have gotten a bit fat over the course of the term, but it was not until I tipped the scale that it really sunk in. I even have a stretch mark on my knee that Kim has pointed out. I have a bit of a belly now, how gross. I think I started the term at around 130-135 and now I am close to 150. That is insane. Going to try to hit the gym pretty hard while in school and I will be there for a full year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I really wish the 10K run I ran over the summer was not at the beginning of the term right when school ended. If it was later, I am sure I would of worked out in between a bit more. Well anyways, 10K is a tad easy, so I think I want to train to do a marathon or a triathlon, although I think a marathon makes more sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marathon is only 42km.&lt;br /&gt;Triathlon is a hell of a lot of swimming, biking, then run that marathon. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HmMmm...lets do that marathon. Fun fun fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4420086831880914099?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4420086831880914099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4420086831880914099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4420086831880914099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4420086831880914099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/09/elvin-fat-ass.html' title='Elvin = Fat Ass'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2613516139273085497</id><published>2008-08-28T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:15:44.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirros in elevators</title><content type='html'>Why do they surround the elevator with mirrors? More importantly, why is there always a mirror on the door side of the elevator. Everyone faces the elevator doors when they get in the elevator for a reason, because they don't want to look at the other people in the elevator. People in Canada do not like eye contact, and now when you have a mirror in front of you, what are you suppose to look at. Either you check yourself out, or you look at the other person with the mirror...awkward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2613516139273085497?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2613516139273085497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2613516139273085497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2613516139273085497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2613516139273085497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/08/mirros-in-elevators.html' title='Mirros in elevators'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-757175855088701434</id><published>2008-08-15T15:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:06:26.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Good Enough</title><content type='html'>I feel like I am not good enough. I need to try harder. I put these mental competitions with everyone and I am not doing enough. I have enemies that no one even knows about and I just want to beat them so bad. I am better, way better, but I am not good enough. I am so sour lately, no one should be happy, unless I am happy. I will not be happy, unless I prove I am better then you. It will be done, it will be. It is time for this to end. Soon, soon, soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvin and his mental mind games...fuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-757175855088701434?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/757175855088701434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=757175855088701434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/757175855088701434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/757175855088701434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-good-enough.html' title='Not Good Enough'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-492812139910491754</id><published>2008-08-06T13:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:24:36.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingkao Blog</title><content type='html'>So I have started blogging back at &lt;a href="http://kingkao.com/blog"&gt;Kingkao&lt;/a&gt;. I have taken inspiration from Gizmodo, with their colorful comments on newsworthy material to keep things interesting. It also gives a reader to get to know the writer personally. That, and doodling on pictures and making silly comments is fun! I am starting to enjoy blogging again, now how do I get bigger to get comments... Still in search of remarkable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-492812139910491754?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/492812139910491754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=492812139910491754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/492812139910491754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/492812139910491754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/08/kingkao-blog.html' title='Kingkao Blog'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-3760029362351336635</id><published>2008-08-05T00:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:13:23.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingkao Re-release</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SJfSXGewasI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vc-UQwPjHIs/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SJfSXGewasI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vc-UQwPjHIs/s320/logo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230880786532559554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is finally done, it was suppose to be finished and set to go on August 1st, but you know what they say, better late then never. Finally released on August 4th and I must say, it looks mighty damn fine. Now to maintain my baby. Ugh, what a sigh of release. Met with another customer today and boy were they happy, I expect that they will definitely repeat customers and I will see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next deadline, a year and a half from now, watch out world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SJfTBlx-5PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ep5z5-RGj94/s1600-h/screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SJfTBlx-5PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ep5z5-RGj94/s320/screenshot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230881516489204978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-3760029362351336635?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/3760029362351336635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=3760029362351336635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3760029362351336635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3760029362351336635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/08/kingkao-re-release.html' title='Kingkao Re-release'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SJfSXGewasI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vc-UQwPjHIs/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-890056677860517035</id><published>2008-07-29T21:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:07:52.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Basshunter - Dota</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0OzWIFX8M-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0OzWIFX8M-Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body has been possessed with this song. Had to post the totally ridiculous original video. Damn, I need to go to some LAN parties in Europe, bunch of ravers with computers. They know how to party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-890056677860517035?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/890056677860517035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=890056677860517035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/890056677860517035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/890056677860517035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/07/basshunter-dota.html' title='Basshunter - Dota'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-9163051621828377341</id><published>2008-07-24T13:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:04:35.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat People Eating</title><content type='html'>There is no bigger pet peeve that I have then fat people eating. The sounds that they make and then an outbreak into heavy breathing and slurping. It is like they are working out when they are eating. I mean, if it is such a struggle for you to eat, don't EAT! Then it almost seems they are sweating from the exhaustion of chewing. If you are going to eat like that, then please, eat on a treadmill you fat pigs. Have some self respect for yourself at the table. O how fast fat people lose their dignity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-9163051621828377341?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/9163051621828377341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=9163051621828377341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/9163051621828377341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/9163051621828377341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/07/fat-people-eating.html' title='Fat People Eating'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-8559014858819225855</id><published>2008-07-24T00:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:18:55.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>McFlurry --- pause --- Kit Kat</title><content type='html'>So my mom packs my lunch to work the previous night and today it was a bit small and I was getting hungry, so I decide to go to McDonald's with my co-worker. I got a big mac meal and he was going to order his McFlurry. This is how he gave his order, McFlurry -- and Kit Kat. I ordered first so I took a table and sat down. When he came to my table, you would not believe what he brings back. A McFlurry with a Kit Kat chocolate bar. LOL! Who does that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to get a purse, so I can carry my camera around. Damn! Wish I had a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-8559014858819225855?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/8559014858819225855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=8559014858819225855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8559014858819225855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8559014858819225855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/07/mcflurry-pause-kit-kat.html' title='McFlurry --- pause --- Kit Kat'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2398095047315923561</id><published>2008-07-23T22:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:14:53.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Head</title><content type='html'>So I had time this morning after waking up before work, looked in the mirror, and noticed how weird my head looked. It always looks messed up, but this time, it almost seemed like I had raggedy anne pig tails. With my extra free time and willingness to go into work today a bit late, I took some picture with my web-cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SIfk2CNEWDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zeu_DiKBC2o/s1600-h/Picture+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SIfk2CNEWDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zeu_DiKBC2o/s320/Picture+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226397509542500402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SIfkyoyDZNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qXGdB9AC8vk/s1600-h/Picture+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SIfkyoyDZNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qXGdB9AC8vk/s320/Picture+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226397451178697938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SIfkvX31ovI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WCIV4nCmYY0/s1600-h/Picture+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SIfkvX31ovI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WCIV4nCmYY0/s320/Picture+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226397395099951858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to know what goes on when I sleep. It is like I am rubbing the tips of my head against the rug or something. It does not help that my hair gets oily really easily. Look at that sheen. The glamorous look of Elvin in the morning only a few women have been privileged to see. What a shame what a shame...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2398095047315923561?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2398095047315923561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2398095047315923561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2398095047315923561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2398095047315923561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/07/bed-head.html' title='Bed Head'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SIfk2CNEWDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zeu_DiKBC2o/s72-c/Picture+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4628944796008027181</id><published>2008-07-23T01:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T01:15:52.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvin's Key to Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are given a deadline for a school project, would you hand in the assignment early? Probably not. This is a rule that I see continually being broken in the work environment. If given a deadline, work on it and if you are done, wait it out. Work on something else that might be expected or something, do not tell anyone, and when employers are in peak time with tight deadlines, you have it all piled up and ready to go with short deadlines. This is way more effective then doing more work in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meetings, o how I hate weekly briefing meetings. Its so hard to make nothing sound like a week's worth of work. Always seem busy and provide something to show, even though you don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this over when Kim mentioned her essay. Don't write papers to earn marks, write it so that they can't take marks away. This way, you do the minimal amount of work with the best result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was so random, the thoughts in my head come out way better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4628944796008027181?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4628944796008027181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4628944796008027181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4628944796008027181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4628944796008027181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/07/elvins-key-to-success.html' title='Elvin&apos;s Key to Success'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4445277411875845572</id><published>2008-07-22T00:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:46:29.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Programming makes me want to cry...</title><content type='html'>I was soooo close&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4445277411875845572?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4445277411875845572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4445277411875845572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4445277411875845572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4445277411875845572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/07/programming-makes-me-want-to-cry.html' title='Programming makes me want to cry...'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4157772403195526192</id><published>2008-07-15T11:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:01:44.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatful for forums</title><content type='html'>Forums, what would I do without you? I for one am not the greatest coder in the world and to have a bunch of people on an open source forum helping me is awesome. Its always good to see people helping other people out with things. Cause there are so many things I don't know and can't figure out, forums provide a great outlet to learn from other people. I am in debt to so many people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4157772403195526192?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4157772403195526192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4157772403195526192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4157772403195526192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4157772403195526192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/07/greatful-for-forums.html' title='Greatful for forums'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-3004112130357873113</id><published>2008-07-14T13:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:05:07.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I dealt it, I smell it!</title><content type='html'>I wonder if its just me, but I love smelling the different odors I make. It is totally different when I smell someone else's fart or b.o. But like, if I go to the washroom to take a number 2, I kind of like the smell. Sure, I know its not a pleasant one, but its almost like, I did that, O me O my. *chuckle* LOL. Its like playing battle shits with yourself and you don't have to feel embarrassed about it. The smell of my sweat after playing ball. The smell of my toe nails after they have been clipped. All such interesting disgusting smells. Maybe I am just intrigued of all the odors my body has conjured up. Mmm...disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-3004112130357873113?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/3004112130357873113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=3004112130357873113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3004112130357873113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3004112130357873113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dealt-it-i-smell-it.html' title='I dealt it, I smell it!'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-903156270133548758</id><published>2008-07-10T01:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:17:06.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monitors</title><content type='html'>Damn. I spend close to 12 hours a day staring at a computer monitor. This is quite the ridiculous number. Thank god for LCD screens, I swear, if we were still using CRTs my eyes would be killing me. Seven hours at work and another five hours at home. Been updating my site like mad. Update will be up in coming weeks. It has just been crazy these days. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-903156270133548758?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/903156270133548758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=903156270133548758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/903156270133548758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/903156270133548758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/07/monitors.html' title='Monitors'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2459530937182021684</id><published>2008-07-09T09:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:41:08.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phones</title><content type='html'>This is something I have never really understood. People always make such a big deal about them and I just do not get it. I have no idea why people have decided to choose the cellphone as the next big thing. The device that we all carry around, so should be the our lifeline, a mishmash of all other devices that perform sub-par all in one in this one device we call the cellphone. Maybe the cellphone is the be all and end all device, it just won't happen in Canada anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in Canada, there are three carrier providers. Bell, Telus, and Rogers. Rogers owns Fido, Telus owns Koodo. Prices are just too high because of lack of competition and also the fact that Canada is a big landmass. Regardless, these companies screw us over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a big week in cell phone news. Yes, the iphone 3G comes out, but there is also news of Bell and Telus charging for incoming text messages. Can you believe that, even spam that you do not want will be charged 15 cents per incoming text. These are mega cash cows, charging possibly 30 cents a text. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, data plans, everyone is complaining about the data plan that Rogers is offering for the iphone. The lowest plan at $60 gets  you 150 weekday minutes, 400mbs, 75 text messages. Better choose the right plan though, because if you go over these amounts it'll cost you 35cents per minute on weekday callings and 15cents per text message. Sometimes I wonder why I don't just use a pay phone. Then excessive data will be 50cents for each megabyte for the first 60mbs, then 5cents there on after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, what can 400mbs get you. Took a peak at my Facebook main page and it'll come at a cost of over 400kbs. Thestar.com comes in at over 600kbs. So I am already at 1mb. I can not see that lasting very long. If you are out about the city and want to read the news, tell you what, screw the iphone and pick up a paper, its cheaper. The only thing I like about the iphone is the GPS and not forget the ability to play your mp3s, but don't we all have one of those already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. People are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Just as I wrote this, there is a rumor update on Rogers. Apparently they will offer a promotion where you can add $30 to get 6gbs to any voice plan. WOW! What a difference, the internet is an amazing thing with all the complaining. Big big difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2459530937182021684?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2459530937182021684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2459530937182021684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2459530937182021684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2459530937182021684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/07/cell-phones.html' title='Cell Phones'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4616474321040825233</id><published>2008-07-07T09:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:30:10.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>A compilation of the random things I notice while driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between 401ers and 404ers is astonishing. There was one day when I was on the 401 and there was stop and go traffic. I saw a board that said right lane in express closed or whatever. All of a sudden the highway cleared up right before an entrance into the collector. So I was debating which way I should take, while cruising at 100km/h, so I can make my decision. Then the truck driver behind me honks at me for going too slow. Man, this would never happen on the 404: One, because there is no express and collector, and two, people on 404 are so damn slow. Seriously, this truck driver wouldn't even give me a second to delay on my acceleration. Like, I get fed up with slow drivers, but I thought that was kind of ridiculous, not to mention I hate being in stop and go traffic and you think the highway has cleared so you accelerate only to stop again. What a waste of gas. So yeah, I love driving on the 401 because of the speed that the traffic flows at when it isn't completely packed. That is why the chief of police guestimated that the average speed on the 401 is 130km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that not just tell you something? When are they ever going to increase the speed limit? There was a great article by Jim Kenzie for &lt;a href="http://www.wheels.ca/Article%20Category/article/268918"&gt;The Toronto Star&lt;/a&gt; that is titled Time to call a halt to stop signs. To summarize, drivers always have to be aware of signs and are more mindful of not breaking the law and in a case of an accident, they are innocent. With no signs or speed limits, people are more aware of just driving and more aware of road safety. This also works in other places because they have built a system where their are more skillful drivers. God damn, Canada has terrible drivers. I have sat in numerous cars where the driver should not have a license. Anyways, a good read for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the note of skillful drivers, lol, I was wondering if I am way too courteous of a driver and if anyone does what I do. Like, if I saw someone trying to make a left turn and I am the oncoming traffic and I see some sort of distance with the car behind me, I would speed up a little to make sure there is enough time for the other person to make a left turn. Do other people ever think of these things while they drive, or are other drivers ever observant of these things? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with LCD screens in their car should have mega-tinted windows. Whenever I see one of those damn TVs on in the vans and its playing some movie or what not, I will tail that car until I can see what the hell they are playing. It is the most distracting thing in the world. God damn, I need to find some better things to do while driving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4616474321040825233?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4616474321040825233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4616474321040825233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4616474321040825233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4616474321040825233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/07/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-8186847510809250787</id><published>2008-06-18T09:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:48:19.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Motivated</title><content type='html'>Where, o where, has Elvin disappeared to from the online world? Elvin has secretly being more motivated. I keep thinking about my days wasted last month after work. Sure, I like to convince myself that I was genuinely tired after work and that time was limited, but I needed that extra push. Greatness is not achieved without persistence to persevere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good way to start is to go pick up some books. Now, now, I can say truthfully that I have barely gone through the damn thing, but each bit is just as inspiring. The book is based on &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/"&gt;Seth Godin&lt;/a&gt;'s blog anyways, and the book is a culmination of just that. A great way to get inspired in daily doses is to head there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great site is this 'webzine' or 'webmag' (damn I hate those terms), &lt;a href="http://www.behancemag.com"&gt;Behance&lt;/a&gt;, which deals with creative/innovative entrepreneurship. Great read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this translate to me? Well I am finally, what appears to be back on the ball. Finished my stack of paper work that delay and procrastination resulted in and finally started the long process of moving my site. Yes, it has been said before, but it will be revamped. In due time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, I will get reading on fashion books, and get sewing, but it will not be of what you think. *snicker* I think I got something. EUREKA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-8186847510809250787?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/8186847510809250787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=8186847510809250787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8186847510809250787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8186847510809250787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-motivated.html' title='Getting Motivated'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-3592092935596094050</id><published>2008-06-13T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:36:15.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a CAR!</title><content type='html'>Damn! I have finally found a reason for wanting a car so badly. Sure, it would be nice to have a car so I would for sure have access at all times to go to the places I want to go, but I do not even think THAT would be the main reason on getting one. &lt;a href="http://www.infectious.com"&gt;Infectious&lt;/a&gt; makes car decals with collaboration with some big name artists, none much bigger (for me anyways), then Buff Monster. How I would love a metallic fuschia car with all these car decals on it. PIMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SFJ3oopkc0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8Gx76ci9urM/s1600-h/buffdecals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SFJ3oopkc0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8Gx76ci9urM/s320/buffdecals.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211359258811331394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could always get a bike and get a small decal on the back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-3592092935596094050?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/3592092935596094050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=3592092935596094050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3592092935596094050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3592092935596094050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-car.html' title='I want a CAR!'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SFJ3oopkc0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8Gx76ci9urM/s72-c/buffdecals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-42150788631909634</id><published>2008-06-01T23:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:00:25.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympus E-510</title><content type='html'>I finally got a new camera, not only that, but did it in true Elvin style. BALLER! Say hello to my new friend the Olympus E-510 and my first DSLR camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SENmoJtOx8I/AAAAAAAAACw/MurRfVr429w/s1600-h/IgnitionSuite_Image%282814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SENmoJtOx8I/AAAAAAAAACw/MurRfVr429w/s320/IgnitionSuite_Image%282814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207118434156857282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the E-510 with the 14-42mm Zuiko lens and will be getting the 40-150mm lens soon. That way I can take some telephoto pictures soon. It's going to be dirty! I have been having lots of fun with this camera already this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first picture I took with the new camera and obviously it had to be of Kim. Looking good and enjoying the sun in my backyard garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SENqe5tOx9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/BR37OY8Bhfg/s1600-h/P5310001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SENqe5tOx9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/BR37OY8Bhfg/s320/P5310001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207122673289578450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did a lot of nothing this weekend I guess. Went to Pacific mall, I got some nice star earrings and Kim tried on this dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SENvPJtOx-I/AAAAAAAAADA/IPcSt_9j6Fw/s1600-h/P6010103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SENvPJtOx-I/AAAAAAAAADA/IPcSt_9j6Fw/s320/P6010103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207127900264777698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got my star earrings at Cubic Alliance, one of the good stores in Pacific Mall. The dress store was this new store I believe was called 4 Seasons that had really nice dresses. Damn though, the one we liked was $310, maybe another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best picture of the day was while we were at Scarborough Town Center at PJ's Pets. Took this picture of the Pugs that I wanted so badly. They are so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SENwQZtOx_I/AAAAAAAAADI/nrpBwRX5YWU/s1600-h/P6010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SENwQZtOx_I/AAAAAAAAADI/nrpBwRX5YWU/s320/P6010082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207129021251241970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-42150788631909634?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/42150788631909634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=42150788631909634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/42150788631909634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/42150788631909634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/06/olympus-e-510.html' title='Olympus E-510'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SENmoJtOx8I/AAAAAAAAACw/MurRfVr429w/s72-c/IgnitionSuite_Image%282814%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-8725207055527729965</id><published>2008-05-28T11:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:37:47.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unproductive after work time</title><content type='html'>I have been so unproductive after work. There is so much for me to do, but it gets postponed because something else has been taking all my time. This something else would be Grand Theft Auto 4. Damn, this is a great game. The story to this GTA is more compelling then any other; Niko Bellic is a bad ass. The relationship between the other characters feels real. The phone is such a key to this, how Niko receives random calls and develop outside relationships. The missions are more fun, there are even some missions where its Niko with a bunch of people in his car and they do missions together and gives a bit of Call of Duty feel to it. The city is huge and the ability to interact with multiple objects: hide, grab, jump over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why I love GTA is because this is all I ever dreamed of when I was a kid, and lets be honest, I still do now. There are so many times when I just visualize busting a cap in everyone I see as I stroll down the street and now this GTA environment gives me this opportunity to see it all unfold. This game is violent, there is no doubt about it, but I see young kids buying this game at stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I say a woman at EB buying GTA for their, could not be older than 14, year old son. These parents are just messed up and do not look into what their child are playing. The sale of video games are not enforced like movies, which I think where the whole problem is. A minor can not view a rated R movie or buy porn, but anyone can just seemingly buy a adult rated video game. Yes, in the above case I just mentioned, the parent did buy the video game, but if the restriction held true to the public and reinforced, then I highly doubt that the parent would buy it for her son because it would be like buying tobacco/alcohol for a minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am glad that the majority of the gamers of GTA4 are 25-30 year olds, or so I have heard. Boy, has the gaming age population ever increased. 40% completed GTA, maybe in a couple more weeks I will be done, then again, the online play is SICK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-8725207055527729965?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/8725207055527729965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=8725207055527729965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8725207055527729965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/8725207055527729965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/05/unproductive-after-work-time.html' title='Unproductive after work time'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-3573249854120136995</id><published>2008-05-26T13:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:46:10.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toronto Doors Open 2008</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things that happen every year in Toronto is Doors Open presented by the Toronto Star. It is a chance for people to go around the city and enjoy some of the things that an average Torontonian overlooks. A lot of the people in our city do not appreciate some of the things, in this case, buildings that surround us. It is also a chance to see things that we otherwise would not of known what existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SDr2-5tOx6I/AAAAAAAAACg/-PRtf7xn6Wk/s1600-h/show1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SDr2-5tOx6I/AAAAAAAAACg/-PRtf7xn6Wk/s320/show1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204743879882885026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did not get a chance to see a lot of things this year because we got downtown at 2pm and most of the things close at 5pm. We headed to TD center where they give a tour of the 54th floor where Canoe is on. What a lot of people do not get to see is the boardrooms that are also on the 54th floor. The 54th floor includes a lot of works of art by Canadians artist that the, I guess president, really wanted to endorse Canadian art work. Also, they tell the story of the long one piece wood boardroom table that sits 30+ people and was craned up before the whole building was completely because otherwise it would not fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SDr3Q5tOx7I/AAAAAAAAACo/FrzGXP1HDDQ/s1600-h/n511909322_455000_3746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SDr3Q5tOx7I/AAAAAAAAACo/FrzGXP1HDDQ/s320/n511909322_455000_3746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204744189120530354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also visited Toronto's first post office. You get to write with a feather ink pen and when you are done, get to seal the letter with stamped wax just like the old days. Kim really seemed to enjoy that part and will be getting a letter from her shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-3573249854120136995?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/3573249854120136995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=3573249854120136995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3573249854120136995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/3573249854120136995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/05/toronto-doors-open-2008.html' title='Toronto Doors Open 2008'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SDr2-5tOx6I/AAAAAAAAACg/-PRtf7xn6Wk/s72-c/show1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-1071403873638428102</id><published>2008-05-26T13:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:33:02.728-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danforth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>Sarah Slean @ Danforth Music Hall</title><content type='html'>It was a busy weekend just like any other weekend of mine. It always seems I can never fit enough into my weekend, there is never enough time. Went to the Sarah Slean concert on Friday, my first concert ever at the Danforth Music Hall. The music hall itself is really old and small. The reception area barely holds a couple dozen people and during intermissions it got really cramped to see the merch and get some drinks. The opening act was this guy Royal Woods. He was very talented playing songs on both the piano and the guitar. He had a couple of tunes that I enjoyed and will need to look him up to catch some of his other tracks. He played for around 30 minutes then we had a 20 minute intermission. So almost a hour later from the 8pm start time, we get our first glimpse of Sarah Slean. With the string quartet and small band consisting of a drummer, electric guitar, and Royal Woods on acoustic guitar (he would play a couple of songs with Sarah with backup vocals) they would begin to play a beat very recognizable to me, which is California. I can not believe they started with this song, wish they ended with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She performs amazing live and sounds exactly, if not better then the recording version. I remember one song where she belts it out with some high pitches and the notes were absolutely perfect. She is a great performer and is definitely not stage shy. The only problem I had is I wish there was more dialog between  her and the audience.  Also did not know she would play so many songs; after California,  went through her whole recent album in track order. The more interesting songs were the ones where she did not need to play the piano and she was able to do the theatrics to engage her audience more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing her album with what she claimed to be her last song, she went off the stage with the band, except without the quartet who sat in their seats on stage the whole time. So the crowd gave a standing ovation, while we waited for Sarah's return to stage. This took around two minutes to happen. She played a couple of songs from her old albums, then left off stage again, with the crowd cheering for her return again, although this time, the crowd was too lazy to stand, yet I had the feeling that most were tired cause the concert was at this point 2 hours and 30 minutes in. She returned with a couple more songs and ended with a hymn from the audience that ended her song and what ended to be her night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SDrz7JtOx5I/AAAAAAAAACY/TnvH3PWnJtk/s1600-h/press16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SDrz7JtOx5I/AAAAAAAAACY/TnvH3PWnJtk/s320/press16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204740516923492242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a long long night, but you certainly can not undermine her tremendous talent. Wish I sat a bit closer so I could see her more clearly because she is very beautiful. The dress she was wearing was also very pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-1071403873638428102?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/1071403873638428102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=1071403873638428102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1071403873638428102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1071403873638428102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/05/sarah-slean-danforth-music-hall.html' title='Sarah Slean @ Danforth Music Hall'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SDrz7JtOx5I/AAAAAAAAACY/TnvH3PWnJtk/s72-c/press16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4787283583922192805</id><published>2008-05-21T20:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:08:17.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Backwards Honk</title><content type='html'>The problem with the horn of a car is that it only goes in one direction. What do you do when you want to honk the guy behind you or anywhere else for that matter? Then the person in front of you will be thinking, why the hell is this guy honking me. Just thought about this the other day when some guy was being an ass and honking me from behind and I just wished I had a backwards honker. Either that, or there should be some kind of 'flip off' button where this big middle finger on your rear just flips the guy off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just do not like people honking at me. I hardly ever use the horn, I would just like the opportunity to have it available. I wanted to make a right hand turn, but there was a pedestrian crossing the street so I am waiting, but the car behind me just honks me, that impatient bastard. How good would it be to have a LED sign on the back that says...'you sir, are a FUCKING moron!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of a funny flash cartoon I use to watch on newgrounds. I think that is actually what the webisodes were called, "you are a FUCKING moron!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4787283583922192805?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4787283583922192805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4787283583922192805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4787283583922192805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4787283583922192805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/05/backwards-honk.html' title='Backwards Honk'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2446759068549159550</id><published>2008-05-14T15:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:16:36.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate IT People</title><content type='html'>Why the hell do IT people stay so late at work. It is like they enjoy sitting in front of a computer all god damn day. Just pack it in and call it a day at 5 like normal people. Why do IT people have to make me look bad? Its not that I am lazy, I just want to go home! GO HOME IT! IT GO HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SCs6XklYSFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/n40lX29F3Go/s1600-h/et_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 192px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SCs6XklYSFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/n40lX29F3Go/s400/et_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200314371361228882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2446759068549159550?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2446759068549159550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2446759068549159550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2446759068549159550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2446759068549159550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate-it-people.html' title='I Hate IT People'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SCs6XklYSFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/n40lX29F3Go/s72-c/et_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2215268549631032982</id><published>2008-05-12T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:25:17.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergic Rhinitis</title><content type='html'>This is one of the many reasons I hate summer. Over the weekend it was terrible mostly because most of it was spent outside. I spent all of Saturday at Canada's Wonderland. I try to stay inside as much as possible during the summer or at least May and June because I have Allergic Rhinitis (Hay Fever). This is due to pollen from various plants. I have been sneezing so much and been blowing my runny nose so frequently that my nose is starting to hurt and are a bit bruised up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Hay Fever sufferers suffer more prominently in late May till then end of June in the Northern Hemisphere. I do not think that is me, or I hope that is not me, cause I can not deal with this until the end of June. May has just barely begun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is up with Canada's Wonderland, they took off Paramount at the beginning of it. They no longer have the right to use Paramount's trademarks and licenses. They had to rename a lot of the rides. No more Top Gun, Tomb Raider, Italian Job, Cliffhanger, Drop Zone; they have all be renamed. They still have Nickelodeon stuff though. Makes sense, what is a theme park without characters roaming the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderland was a fun time. Went with Kim and met up with her roommate Tina along with Shek. We rode on Wild Beast, Riptide(Cliffhanger), Drop Tower(Drop Zone), Vortex, Scooby-Doo's Haunted Mansion, Flight Deck(Top Gun), and Clockworks. We did not go on Behemoth yet, we'll wait till next time. It was fun, only part of the day that stunk was the wait for Scooby-Doo's Haunted Mansion because the ride broke when we got to almost the front of the line, so we had to wait it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim also won Tails from Sonic the Hedgehog playing that water squirting game because the girl running the game just let me and her play even though its suppose to be a minimum of four players. It is because there was a lot of players on the last game and they all left, so their mass number of players help facilitate and pay for our game. NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day at Wonderland, we headed back to my place to play Mah Jong for drinks. It was pretty fun, 3 fan is one finger drink and every subsequent fan is another finger on the cup to drink. Great game and anything that happens indoors is bonus. Damn pollen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2215268549631032982?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2215268549631032982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2215268549631032982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2215268549631032982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2215268549631032982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/05/allergic-rhinitis.html' title='Allergic Rhinitis'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4428891547310785236</id><published>2008-05-07T23:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:52:03.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Term Schedule</title><content type='html'>7:15am - Alarm goes off for 20seconds then auto snoozes&lt;br /&gt;7:20am - Alarm goes off, open cell phone, turn off the alarm&lt;br /&gt;7:25am - Thinking of the clothes I will wear for work, I get up and find them on my closet wall&lt;br /&gt;7:30am - Take my morning shower and brush my teeth&lt;br /&gt;7:55am - Check my emails and pack my bag&lt;br /&gt;8:00am - Proceed downstairs and fix me a quick breakfast and catch a bit of the news&lt;br /&gt;8:15am - Head out the door, get in the car and drive to work listening to flow935&lt;br /&gt;9:00am - Get to work, brain dead&lt;br /&gt;12:00pm - Lunch&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm - Back to my desk for work&lt;br /&gt;2:00pm - Elvin efficiency at work drastically decreases as interest plummets, looks at time every 5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;5:00pm - Go to the parking garage to drive home&lt;br /&gt;5:40pm - Back home, drained from work, turn on the TV and wait for dinner&lt;br /&gt;6:30pm - Dinner is served, go and eat&lt;br /&gt;7:00pm - Watch a bit of TV for rest of family to finish eating&lt;br /&gt;7:15pm - Go clean the dishes&lt;br /&gt;7:30pm - Go upstairs to my room, check emails, blog, look at brain dead videos cause too tired to either bookkeep my finances on my company or too tired to update the site with a new template&lt;br /&gt;1:00am -  Try to sleep by now, depends what I am doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work terms suck. How I have gone through four work terms without slitting my throat I have no idea. How do people do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4428891547310785236?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4428891547310785236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4428891547310785236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4428891547310785236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4428891547310785236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/05/work-term-schedule.html' title='Work Term Schedule'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4601273403905162432</id><published>2008-05-07T21:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:37:12.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon 9th!</title><content type='html'>I always find myself looking forward to the 9th. See, the 9th is the last billing day of my credit card for the month. That means I have the ability to spend cash I will not  have until the day that I dread, the 28th of the next month. It is a pretty bad habit, but I think it is just a habit I had to rely pretty heavily during that last month of school where I have no money and it will not be long till you are at work. So it takes a while for my bank funds to replenish and I want to buy some things now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go shopping...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4601273403905162432?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4601273403905162432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4601273403905162432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4601273403905162432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4601273403905162432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/05/cmon-9th.html' title='C&apos;mon 9th!'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-12786314828240008</id><published>2008-05-06T09:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:19:30.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporting Life 10K Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SCBoZ5Z1byI/AAAAAAAAACA/W7jxOszS3ss/s1600-h/sl10k2008.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SCBoZ5Z1byI/AAAAAAAAACA/W7jxOszS3ss/s400/sl10k2008.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197268764100751138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since my last post and lots of events in between. Sunday May 4th was the Sporting Life 10K run that Kim and I participated in. The race started at 8am so it was a very early 6am wake up call. Went and parked around the Yonge and Eglington and proceeded to walk to the starting line, a bit of a warm up. There were a lot of people at the event, over 10,000, and just the energy other people provided was enough for you to forget that it is 7am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the race started I was feeling good, but with barely and I doubt even a kilometer in Kim starts to cramp up and people start passing us, so we kind of head to the side so Kim can walk it off, but she struggled though the whole race. I had to cheer her on and it was a resonance of jog, walk, sprint, jog, walk, sprint. People would pass us the whole race, where there were lots of people behind us in the beginning because I thought we would finish below a hour, to little people in the view behind us near the end of the race. It is okay though, I was trying to encourage Kim the whole way and not like I would leave her, we started the race together, we finish it together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SCBom5Z1bzI/AAAAAAAAACI/Yp00z8pkmfA/s1600-h/start08_350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SCBom5Z1bzI/AAAAAAAAACI/Yp00z8pkmfA/s400/start08_350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197268987439050546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race was really well organized, there were lots of music bands in between kilometers and people cheering you on. There were also water and gatorade stops at the 4th and 7th kilometer mark. So the fastest time for the race was 28:17.9 by Mose Macharia from Nairobi. Kim and I came in 8102, 8103 with a time of 1:27:14.3 and 1:27:16.3. I made sure I crossed the line first. The last person to finish the race was 8590th with a time of 2:05:20.8. 8590th? What happened to 10,000+ runners? I guess there are some people that did not make it. So I am proud of you Kim. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the race we got our medals for completing the race and being so awesome and also got some free bagels, cookies, bananas, and cheerios. After that we headed to go do some shopping only to find them still closed on a Sunday morning at 10am so we headed to Chinatown on foot(yes, more walking) for some Dim Sum. After that walked Queen St. and Eaton center, then took the subway back to Eglington where we had to walk to the car. This was the same day that we had to move Kim's things back to residence at UTSC. It was a quite the day for the legs, but my legs still weren't that tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running was definitely a good experience and I would definitely do it again. Forces you to keep in shape and to try to beat your time, although mine will be really easy since I was barely "jogging" the whole time. I am pretty sure I can beat the 50 minute mark, well, at least the 55 minute mark. Refereeing during the school term definitely helped with my stamina. So I guess the goal for me and Kim next year will be to beat 1:10:00. Good plan, keep her in shape. ^______________________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-12786314828240008?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/12786314828240008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=12786314828240008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/12786314828240008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/12786314828240008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/05/sporting-life-10k-run.html' title='Sporting Life 10K Run'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SCBoZ5Z1byI/AAAAAAAAACA/W7jxOszS3ss/s72-c/sl10k2008.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-9159107937793771336</id><published>2008-04-29T11:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:42:14.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking Tickets</title><content type='html'>It seems like I just can not stop getting these parking tickets. I really do not feel the need to park legally and I rather opt for convenience and run the risk of getting a stupid ticket. I think this goes for the majority of the male psyche. Did not meet the 15 day requirement of the other ticket I got because I was in Waterloo, but just got one yesterday and went to the obvious. The line-up was huge, but I noticed something, 90% of the people with parking tickets were male. I just found it kind of funny, but it represents what is true, that females are not really risk takers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are uptight, that is why whenever you cross the border, never go to the woman customs person, cause they will check you hard. They just worry for their job and go by strict guidelines, while a male would go for convenience and ultimately the lazy approach and do limited checks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lazy by genetics and biology, the setbacks of being a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-9159107937793771336?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/9159107937793771336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=9159107937793771336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/9159107937793771336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/9159107937793771336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/04/parking-tickets.html' title='Parking Tickets'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4590892487237484013</id><published>2008-04-27T12:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T13:02:38.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Moved In</title><content type='html'>There is nothing I hate more than moving. Takes so much time and is so back breaking, literally. Packing all my belongings and then unpacking, only for in four months, will need to repack all my belongings. You never realize how many things you own, until you pack it and have to cram it all into a car. Then you look back and say, I own a whole car load full of crap. damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home, I realize that I have all these unfinished things here. Have to clean this and that before I can even begin unpacking my things. I have to start making some ends meet first. There is never a time where I move into a place and truly get settled and I can relax. Always somewhere else I need to be. Change, change, change. Change is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4590892487237484013?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4590892487237484013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4590892487237484013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4590892487237484013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4590892487237484013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-moved-in.html' title='Finally Moved In'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-7518447697630552742</id><published>2008-04-22T00:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:15:13.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedal-powered Cabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SA1lz5Z1bxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nFBJPJ_HfGk/s1600-h/20070726_kobe_pedicab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SA1lz5Z1bxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nFBJPJ_HfGk/s400/20070726_kobe_pedicab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191917887684964114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today, or yesterday, was Earth day, I think that this post is quite appropriate. There will be free pedal-powered taxis in Toronto starting May 1st and this will be an ongoing program till at least September. These cabs will be free because they are sponsored by corporations, specifically now, Lipton. You would think that free is the best part of the idea, but not only that, but you also receive a complementary drink. Double the amount of awesome. This will give me more reason to visit the downtown core. Hopefully it won't be that hard to get a ride from one of these as their will be a fleet of 28 of these taxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the video from the &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com/News/GTA/article/416696"&gt;Toronto Star&lt;/a&gt; and posted it to YouTube since the star doesn't do embeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIzYvm-YxY4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIzYvm-YxY4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-7518447697630552742?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/7518447697630552742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=7518447697630552742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/7518447697630552742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/7518447697630552742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/04/pedal-powered-cabs.html' title='Pedal-powered Cabs'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SA1lz5Z1bxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nFBJPJ_HfGk/s72-c/20070726_kobe_pedicab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-6816952926506461595</id><published>2008-04-21T15:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:17:05.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar Season 4 Trailer</title><content type='html'>I absolutely can not wait for July 2008. Hopefully Avatar will have a great finish to this awesome series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P45kPVxOEk0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P45kPVxOEk0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-6816952926506461595?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/6816952926506461595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=6816952926506461595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6816952926506461595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/6816952926506461595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/04/avatar-season-4-trailer.html' title='Avatar Season 4 Trailer'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-1190718638692528582</id><published>2008-04-20T19:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:24:49.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What My Mind is Struggling With</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAvQih-aAtI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ac919zNGrNc/s1600-h/Zits.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAvQih-aAtI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ac919zNGrNc/s400/Zits.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191472287128879826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAvPWh-aAsI/AAAAAAAAABo/KjLlCuFuquk/s320/Zits.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-1190718638692528582?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/1190718638692528582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=1190718638692528582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1190718638692528582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/1190718638692528582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-my-mind-is-struggling-with.html' title='What My Mind is Struggling With'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAvQih-aAtI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ac919zNGrNc/s72-c/Zits.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-5262040932967037519</id><published>2008-04-20T16:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:41:46.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night of Beer Pong</title><content type='html'>Last night was designated beer pong night. I have not played beer pong for at least two years now. This is like me coming out of retirement. Drank a hell of a lot of beer yesterday, played a total of 8 games straight. Won 6 games straight, felt good to get my old stroke back and in true Elvin fashion, got better as I kept drinking. I think I should join the beer pong world championship. There are some serious prize money at these things in the states. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.bpong.com/"&gt;bpong&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone had a good time yesterday and it was a fitting end of term. Definitely see more beer pong in the future. I think I should make my own beer pong table or pay $120 to get the official beer pong table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAuqbR-aArI/AAAAAAAAABg/0u4RyRb8qTc/s1600-h/TABLA01-8FT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAuqbR-aArI/AAAAAAAAABg/0u4RyRb8qTc/s320/TABLA01-8FT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191430381132972722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-5262040932967037519?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/5262040932967037519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=5262040932967037519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/5262040932967037519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/5262040932967037519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/04/night-of-beer-pong.html' title='A Night of Beer Pong'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAuqbR-aArI/AAAAAAAAABg/0u4RyRb8qTc/s72-c/TABLA01-8FT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-4269210053343768550</id><published>2008-04-19T12:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:19:38.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jordan's Best Dunk</title><content type='html'>So you think you have seen all of Jordan's best dunks or at least inwards of at least the top 10. Well here is one for you that you probably have not seen. How bout Jordan shattering glass and making it rain on some Spaniards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/te-8MJ84834&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/te-8MJ84834&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finish is absolutely picturesque. To see highlights of that game &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPc_JeJYDMQ&amp;NR=1"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. He has a whole bunch of sweet moves in the game and the soundtrack to the video is just to die for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-4269210053343768550?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/4269210053343768550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=4269210053343768550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4269210053343768550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/4269210053343768550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/04/michael-jordans-best-dunk.html' title='Michael Jordan&apos;s Best Dunk'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133339834297163547.post-2589788230878017534</id><published>2008-04-19T02:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T02:14:49.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Shopify to Magento</title><content type='html'>So my e-commerce business has been running using this third party client &lt;a href="http://www.shopify.com"&gt;Shopify&lt;/a&gt;. I am not liking the paying them part and also not liking the flexibility of it. So just figured out a bit more about &lt;a href="http://www.magentocommerce.com"&gt;Magento&lt;/a&gt; and got it to finally run a bit. Magento is a open source e-commerce platform. It is insanely confusing, it has a ridiculous amount of features that I will need to read up about and a lot of CSS templates to go through and understand before I start making and modifying my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAmMlh-aAqI/AAAAAAAAABY/tHx1ZYf0lOg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAmMlh-aAqI/AAAAAAAAABY/tHx1ZYf0lOg/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190834621924377250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be way more challenging then making my other site, then I will need to repost all my product over again, re-categorize them, create a whole bunch of new pages and directories. Extensive. Hopefully I can get all this done before I go to work on May 5th, that is the deadline for this sucker. I already know how much anger and pain I will need to go through, hopefully there is light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are ready, the new site will be 100x better than the current one, just wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/133339834297163547-2589788230878017534?l=elvinkao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/feeds/2589788230878017534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=133339834297163547&amp;postID=2589788230878017534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2589788230878017534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133339834297163547/posts/default/2589788230878017534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elvinkao.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-shopify-to-magento.html' title='From Shopify to Magento'/><author><name>kingkao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03445308454224230885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAfUAdsqVFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-oo8JZiZnQ/S220/n511909322_144892_4372.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5EwQmgoK61s/SAmMlh-aAqI/AAAAAAAAABY/tHx1ZYf0lOg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
