<?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-741461044594454026</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:17:28.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine In Your Milk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-8277592855148856904</id><published>2010-06-21T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T02:57:18.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved!</title><content type='html'>not moving far le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! I'm going to miss you blogspot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-8277592855148856904?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/8277592855148856904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=8277592855148856904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/8277592855148856904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/8277592855148856904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2010/06/moved.html' title='Moved!'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-4628885472122271148</id><published>2010-05-05T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T06:06:50.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's MAY!</title><content type='html'>Yup, i finally met May today - the woman that is always so panicky all the time. Hahaha. And also the rest of the people whom i talk to on the phone every working day. They all look so different that what i have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, updates..where should i start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Sara Lee Malaysia now, and no it's not a cosmetics company, at least not in Malaysia. They house our very own (and probably very nostalgic) brands, Ridsect, Ambi Pur, Brylcreem and Kiwi Shoe &amp;amp; Kiwi Kleen. Yup, i'm in my second FMCG in less than a year. Good experience - a whole lot of fun (and non-fun moments as well of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am leaving Sara Lee, in the coming months. Why? See link &lt;a href="http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601205&amp;amp;sid=a4WeUm2py0Ng"&gt;bloomberg&lt;/a&gt;. Anyway, so i began my search for a career move. And then i embarked on the lengthy yet efficient interviews that the financial institutions always have for fresh graduates (i'm considered fresh grad partly cause my convocation's only in July).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to their training facility located somewhere in the outskirts of the Golden triangle area. Which i got lost. Which is exactly why if you are going to buy me a present, get me a GPS set. Anyway, yes, back to the story. I went to take their assessments, and there were roughly like 15? candidates there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then underwent the english, math and reasoning tests. And oh ho, there was this group debate thing where 8 of us were to be a "company's" HR team and we had to fire people. It was fun! Ok, not so much fun to fire people in real life, but in play-pretend, it's intense. We each had a candidate to defend and in the end we would have to choose only 3 to keep. So yea, intense debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of my childhood friends at the assessment as well, vhey. Nice guy, and very easy to talk to, and no ladies (or gentlemen) he isn't available. Anyway, there was this girl who was super annoying and wanted to take control of the situation, she started off with defending her candidate, and then, she straight shoot people. Hahahaha. Then the other girl, feeling defensive, went and shoot her back immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta raised my hand (yes, school-kiddish, but it works), and proposed that we go in an orderly manner and not start bombarding each other as we were doing now. It went smoothly...until...it was time to "tembak" again. The two girls went at it, then another girl jumped into the picture, and next thing you know, they went and tembak vhey. Hahahaha. Luckily, he is good enough to stand up in a verbal contest with 3 girls (unless one of them is his gf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again...i raised my hand, and laid out the situation for them, and re-focused them towards choosing candidates to keep rather than choosing candidates to eliminate, which is very very messy. and again that girl kept going on and on. Her candidate is probably the most solid amongst all of us, but she was so annoying that i decided that i had enough and i went and sniped her. =P (figuratively speaking of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't question her candidate, but rather her integrity. Which was easy, due to a blunder she made in assuming that the company that we are "working" for is a financial institution, but it was actually a manufacturing company. ( = so down she went. I do hope she got through though. I wouldn't know, i didn't see her at the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next round, again 8 people, two interview rooms with half stained glass walls. Vhey was again with me (i almost thought that he was stalking me, and i'm pretty sure he felt the same). Anyway, he went in to the room first, and then 10 mins later a girl went in to the other room. The girl's room...full of laughing ya know, and vhey's was so serious and all. I felt super nervous, in fact so nervous that i didn't even looked at the other candidates who were waiting like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl came out 30 mins later, and lo and behold, vhey only came out 10 mins after her. which means his interview was almost an hour. *die* then vhey came up to me and told me that i might be next to enter the room which he entered. the serious interview room. I was not too happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in, wished the two lovely ladies with the most cheerful good morning i could muster. Sat down, and laughed with them for an hour. Hahahaa. I don't know why, but they seem to be in good spirits and were very eager to talk to me. And at this point, i turned on what ever little charming skills that i had. And then they said i was so "interesting" that they did not had the chance to ask the standard questions. "like the candidate before you, mr.vhey". I told them that he was my childhood friend. Now they will think that all Tpg guys are "interesting". ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the second round. Then came the 3rd round. Apparently it was a presentation and case study and interview. But when i came, and again vhey was there, we were told that it was only going to be an interview. I didn't know whether to smile or cry (especially with all that extra studying i did the night before). Vhey went in before me, then i was the last guy in (there were 5 of us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two head of departments were there to grill me. And they did. But mostly about myself and my family. When i went in the room "i imagined you to be taller, your picture looks really good". I smiled and said that i had a great photographer. Lol. THANK YOU AIMRAN! Anyway, we talked and talked a lot. Actually longer a bit than most cause i guess i was the last candidate, and they had time to spare cause they did "breeze" through the previous candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then...habis lo. Finished. I felt super tired and well, relieved that it was finally over and that i did everything i could. The next day, i had a call. "I wanted to call and tell you that you made it in, and we are happy to have you on board. But we have yet to finalize the offer letter because it's pending our director's approval and also your medical check ups and credit checks and criminal records check (huh?). - So it's about 80-90% done deal that you are in. I'd be the first to congratulate you once we have an offer letter ready".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was today. I should know if whether the director decides that my name is not as exotic as it sounds and would sign the letter already, and send me to the doctor, the banker and to the police to get myself checked out. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how to break the news to my boss. He will kill me, then bring me go out for a drink. lol. and you guys better pray that i get my letter k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And which financial institution you ask? text me. I will definitely  let you know over a cuppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-4628885472122271148?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/4628885472122271148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=4628885472122271148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/4628885472122271148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/4628885472122271148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-may.html' title='It&apos;s MAY!'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-461540398213995712</id><published>2010-02-19T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T06:49:27.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano Onna.</title><content type='html'>Translates to "That Woman". I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lids off to happenings in the life of this quite lazy blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 death, 7 (or so) surgeries and one near heart-attack later, i found life to be not as simple as i would have thought it would be. You see in movies how people can just pull the trigger and not be affected by it, maybe some would - but i definitely know that i would not have the assassin-like qualities that i thought i would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one paragraph is to a dear friend of mine, to whom i did not attend his funeral because, i didn't know. Yes, i am an idiot who can't keep in touch with his friends. Why, i have no idea. He was one of my closest buds in high school, crazy lunches and even more crazy after school hours. He was to be a doctor, and a personal doctor of mine as well. People keep telling me that shit happens. Yes, shit happens, but it sure is a bitch when it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you Ganesha, Salut. I'm sorry that my last drink with you was so many years ago, and now it will never come to pass again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This other paragraph is to my family members, to which half the surgeries and one near heart attack is based upon. I know how well you all have been taking care about me. And you know that you people are my family, and i will do whatever i can to keep those bonds alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this is to ano onna. I don't know which hospital bed you are lying in, but i hope that you are out of one now. You know when i first heard about it, i went speechless for the whole day. Talking about who's the patient huh? I guess that one very crazy thing that i did was organizing that birthday boy leg shaving party thing at your house. To tell you the truth, i could never forget that one night, especially when you told me that your dad's shaver was to be used on some kid's leg. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, i have wanted to call you. Hell, i even gotten my parent's adopted indian son's number. But i never knew what to say. Which is a total bitch. Cause i can't act as i do - it sounds so pretentious. And i know you would want any sympathy from me, and that is where the darn conversation would lead to whenever i mention your condition. *yea la, i tengah emo ni* Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you have got to get better. And i know you're reading this. Or are you? Read k? They say that reading is good for the eyes...and a few other body parts. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when you're well enough to hold a cue stick, i will be the first to drive you out. And i will even support the Dragons. Ok, maybe the Dragons is pushing it. But there's a one time offer on dinner - where i will be your personal chef. And it's for 2 orang. But if you want fancy fancy, bring your own table cloth aye? And candles. And silverware. And a chandelier if you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well you very not so healthy people, and stop scaring the crap out of me. The most i would allow is one death per 5 years, so it's not your time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. And eat your veggies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-461540398213995712?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/461540398213995712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=461540398213995712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/461540398213995712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/461540398213995712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2010/02/ano-onna.html' title='Ano Onna.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-6833066034278713368</id><published>2010-02-17T03:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:20:35.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing that thing you do :)</title><content type='html'>Elo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? I'm not doing all too great, 2010  just didn't come too well to me, so i'm going to skip the whole what-i-have-been-up-to routine. Instead, i shall post the very "necessary" Oscars/Grammy list thingie that i do *almost* every year. Actually i can't remember the last time i did it. So here goes ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Movie 2009 - UP.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read me right. It's UP. To be exact, only the first 10 mins of it was great, the rest was just good. But those 10 mins were enough to beat every other top grossing film. Well, that's my opinion of course:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Actor 2009 - Robert Downey Jr (Sherlock Holmes)&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause.. He's like a Tony Stark. Minus the money and that hot-rod red suit. ( = Why the movie wasn't the best of 2009? Cause it clearly has a sequel. That sorta killed it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Actress 2009 - Siena Miller (Ana - G.I.Joe)&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause men are stupid. And boys are even more so. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best movie soundtrack 2009 - Kara no Kyoukai.&lt;br /&gt;You obviously have not watched it have you? There's 7 of them. Get them all k? ( = The fight scenes are only great because of the soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best animated movie 2009 - Avatar 3D.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's not *just* an animation. *sigh* but the plot was so weak. (yes, i know i will be murdered for saying so). Just know that no Jap movies will ever make it into this list, because they take more than a year to get the darn dvd out of Japan. Meaning that no jap anime movie will ever be listed. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best TV show 2009 - Castle.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause i have poor taste, and i only enjoy shows where there's only two characters in it. And also cause it's witty, annoyingly crazy, full of nutty puns, and there's always the lovely daughter who has to tuck her father in every night. I just love it. And so does ABC to have extended season 2 from 13 eps to 24 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Sci-fi TV Show 2009 - Fringe.&lt;br /&gt;I would have gone with Eureka, but they are so undecided on whether to continue it or not. Anyway, Fringe. Why not? You have a super-scientifically enhanced FBI agent who works with the man who experimented on her, and his son whom he pulled from another alternate world. And then there's that cow in the lab. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Lawyer Show 2009 - Damages.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i haven't started on season 2. So i don't know. But at the moment, no other lawyer show even comes close. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Cop Show 2009 - Monk.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause it's ending. The crazy swirly scared of germs detective is going away for good. And for his last hurrah, the show's better than it has been for the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best...Reality TV Show 2009? - Dirty Jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Reality doesn't get any more real when you can practically smell that *poop* that they are zooming into. ( = And oh, there was that lady with the duck feather pillow thing that definately could sell t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Animated TV Show 2009 - Mobile Suit Gundam 00 S2.&lt;br /&gt;It was the crazy sacrifices, and the insane backstabbing, and all that drama, and twists and tear-jerking scenes and most importantly (well, at least to me), the mobile suits of course. Someone buy me a Cherudim 1/100 scale model for me *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Song 2009 - The Day I Died by Just Jack.&lt;br /&gt;I would sing this song when i die. Well, at least i hope to. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Artist 2009 - Amy Stroup.&lt;br /&gt;I admit. I have a very very soft spot for female singers. "Chin Up" is my fav. And soon to be Jas' theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Album 2009 - FameMonster by Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;Name me one person who haven't even heard her songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Car 2009 - Lambo Murcielago.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's being discontinued. There was not one kid (unless you grew up in America) who didn't once looked at it and went wow. I caught a good look at one at Sunway, and i still went wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on. But that's enough for now:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-6833066034278713368?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/6833066034278713368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=6833066034278713368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6833066034278713368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6833066034278713368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2010/02/doing-that-thing-you-do.html' title='Doing that thing you do :)'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-2294402165966350774</id><published>2009-12-18T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T07:12:47.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's coming to town</title><content type='html'>Look, here's the thing alright? Christmas is here. And you guys have to bloody move your arses to get those pressies or else incur the wrath of whomever that you're going to receive pressies from. Luckily for me, since i do shun presents and i do not want to receive any, i only have to get Mie pressies :) Which i did. A barbie doll and...a carriage from Barbie and the Diamond castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the above said carriage. Lol. And i might just buy myself next year's track-set as my own present. Hahahahha. And the carriage, it's large. That little seat behind there, fits a 12" Barbie, with room to spare. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got Jamie a nice white handbag for her birthday. Yes, i know the b-day's next year, but buy early la! Hahaha. Plus it looks good on her, and me - cause i carry it around. And people do stare, but i guess it's out of admiration, who else would have a faux leather 80's styled white tote bag with loud pink "Barbie" written at the side huh? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my time in Mattel has drawn to a close. Come new year, i would no longer be with them. It's sad to be leaving a company that you have come to grow really attached to, working with people who genuinely care about you. It's much easier to be attached to all of them, cause it's such a small company to begin with, at least it's small in Malaysia that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving to sell Char Kuey Teow at some street corner. Hopefully, i would not be sued for food poisoning. And i'll bloody hell do my darnest to survive:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the people of Mattel that i work with, if you are reading this (which i really hope you aren't); i will miss you, and i do appreciate every single moment that i have had with you lovely people. Well...most of the moments are appreciated. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unto this one thing that have been bugging me. You see, i read the other day (or rather a few weeks have gone by since reading it) in the Sun, the editor made a lovely column about animal cruelty, and how being a vegan saved the world. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, it's great actually. Just let me share my very narrow and slanted views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care for most life forms. But there's one that is pretty much equivalent to those poor chickens that the editor had written in the column. Let's call them "abc" k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the abc have been around a very long time. They were a free species once, and proud ones at that. They have emotions, and a need for space just like our dear friends, the chickens do. But over the years, the needs and greed of men had driven the abc to the very brink of mass suicide. They were kept in confined spaces, forced to work each and every day to feed the hunger of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any one of them were to escape this fate, another abc would be taken in to replace the abc that got away. This species would ensure that we are always fed, contented and satisfied. And like the chickens, we don't really care where the burgers' origins are from. The abc work from day to night, and sometimes all around the clock just for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they complain, but who could ever defend them?  The offspring of the abc are born in conditions that are sometimes appaling, and even downright more depressing than those cows that we so happily would inseminate. Some of the abc are worked so hard to the ground that they can't have offspring of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some abcs are forced to do work that pose serious threat to their lives. Some never see the light of day. Everyday, there's bound to be some poor abc that is killed while being worked somewhere around the globe, risking their lives so that we humans can have our comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have time to be a vegan and complain about chickens that can't be kept in small tiny cages, and that organic food is the way to go - do note that these abc are just like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are us. They are the bloody people who the shit jobs for us. They are the ones who scoop up the poop. The ones that sort out your packages. The ones that bang out their keyboard everyday in tiny cubicles. The ones that dig out coal so that you can have your electricity. The men and women who work in places so dangerous that they get all sorts of poisons and contaminats in their systems. They are the people that stay up day and night worrying if we would be safe and in comfort and have enough to eat - even if we are strangers to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to care about the chickens and cows being kept in horrid conditions; i'm right behind you. But first, let me clear out poor hospital conditions, non-existing welfare, world hunger, lack of education and just bloody horrid living conditions of my closest DNA relatives before i move on to a more inter-species scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, i'm not angry at the world or anything. Everyone has their own cause to fight for. And kudos to them, those who fight for something that they believe in. And if my cause matches yours, then you have an ally. And if it doesn't, then you would have gain at the very least a sympathizer and a supporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the behalf of every living thing on this planet, i would like to thank you for doing your bit for the world. And yes, you can vote for me to be president of earth. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the end of that little rant, i now end this post:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do have a very Merry Christmas and a lovely New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-2294402165966350774?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/2294402165966350774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=2294402165966350774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2294402165966350774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2294402165966350774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/12/santas-coming-to-town.html' title='Santa&apos;s coming to town'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-2042893578206736403</id><published>2009-12-09T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:47:37.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The jumping mouse</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since i last blogged. Ok, it's been ages since i last blogged. And it would seem that having internet access in my house has made me lazier to blog. Lol. I've been busy k? My weekends aren't my own anymore. Which can be quite de-motivating if it weren't filled with so much activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last weekend i headed to klang for the weekend. Yes, i worked on the weekend. Annoying right? Anyways, went for an exercise called a stock count. And the name practically sums it all - we had to count each and every single item that Mattel has in the warehouse. And trust me - it's not all fun and games. But it was a bit fun though. Here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, they dont have proper lifts in the warehouse - ok they do, but there's only one and it moves bloody slow. The improvised lift? It's basically a 4 sided metal cage up to your waist with no bars at one side. Got the picture? And then, imagine that there's a forklift that carries that cage. Got it? Now the cage is secured with this flimsy looking chain wrapped around the forklift's "jaw". Scary enough? You get transported around in that - with a guy from the warehouse in it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that isn't scary enough - the damned forklift goes up to 30kmph. And it can lift you up to 50 feet in the air. That's about 3 stories high. And when you are 50 feet up in the air, they will move you from one place to another at what it seems to be the speed of light. It's shit scary - especially to a person who is afraid of heights like mua. Hahahaha. And they will lower you enough just not to hit your head on the overhanging bars. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what i was doing - getting shit scared and having fun - and doing work. Not a bad combo i might add. If only i didn't had to drive back in the rain wishing for my bed all the time, it would have been fantastic:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one week passed. And then came the company trip. The thing was - our bus was stuck in one of those tiny tunnels (which i want to add, has super huge potholes). So they had to take the big way around. Which caused us a whole load of pain and anxiety - there was only one ferry trip in the evening, and we would have missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lo and behold - bus made it. And in the bus, we played this new toy - Pictionary man. Basically it's a plastic man, a plastic block and a plastic cylinder in which you have to draw on to let your team-mate guess what the word is. And instead of cards, the plastic man has a monochrome screen at the bottom to give you the category and word to draw out. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point - the one that i can really remember. Our Sing colleague had to draw "celebrity - Rolling Stones". She took the cylinder, and started to roll it about. Hahahahaha. So much for drawing i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the resort and made it all in one piece. I had the room overlooking the beach - shared it with a male (mind you) colleague of mine. That nght - went to play pictionary with practically half the bosses in Mattel SEA. And drinking too. When it was my turn to draw i had to do "character - captain kirk". I manage to get my team to guess that i wanted the name of the captain of Star Trek, unfortunately...none of them knew. LOL. Ok fine, i'm a geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day - treasure hunting. Which was crazy! I was teamed up with the big big boss and my new boss and my namesake boss' assistant and Sing's frontliner. (i know it doesn't make sense). So off we went, running about and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one stage, a few of my colleagues were gathering at this palm/banana tree looking thingie, and a snake fell from one of the leaves. LOL. One guy screamed - like a hysterical psycho. Hahahaha. The bigger psycho was the guy behind them who wanted to get closer to take a photo. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after treasure hunting - went played volleyball. The rest went to town. Haiyo. Very crazy game this volleyball. I have not played in ages. Jas calls it a girl's game - and she doesn't play (go figure:) Anyway - that caused me a slight sunburn and a whole load of leg pain. Then it was team-building games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i did quite a number of embarassing things. First was just a sand-beach version of pictionary. Draw on the sand the sentence and try to guess the words. The second game, ballon passing game sorta. First guy has to pass the balloon to two others without using his arms. Then the two others have to carry the balloon between their backs. And the 4th person had to put the balloon between his legs to get it to the 5th person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the 4th person. And i hopped like an enegizer bunny to get my team points k? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We got third in this game:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last game, had to make sand sculptures, using a person as the base. My big big boss asked me to lie face down and made a turtle out of me. Hahahaha. It was shit funny, cause being the only other male in the team, my big big boss had to urm...sculpt my lower shell/flippers and tail. I have a video of it, but i dare not show anyone. Hahahaha! And i bore three eggs and gave birth to a live turtle. I have no idea how that happened. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dinner lo. Actually it was our annual dinner. All you can drink beer and all you can eat food. And oh, we had lucky draw as well. One of the bosses would pick names out of a bowl, then we go to this board thingie and peel off this cardboard thing to see what we won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a shuffle:) Hahahahahaha! Ok la, it's not as grand as whatever other prizes that were on the board, but it's the first time i won lucky draw k? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had limbo rock competition and this hula hoop looping around team members thingie...i have no idea how to explain it to you guys. And then we went and threw the birthday boy into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lo and behold - i got dragged into the pool with the bday boy. Hahaha. My phone, wallet and all died with me k? Damned. Lucky the shuffle didn't go down with mua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and change and went to the lounge, where i took quite a number of scandalous photos. Already took quite a number of scandalous photos during the dinner, but at the lounge...fuiyo. Hahahaha. And also we danced along with this trio from the phillipines whom were performing that night. Great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day go home lo. Dead tired. I went cut hair before i go home, my hair stylist asked me why got so much stuff - told him went pangkor la etc. Hahahaha. Then go home lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monday... walk "kangkang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Licensing sakai called us cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;Kak called us...something i can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Supervisor called me...a cicak. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. The Monday and Tuesday i got called cicak so many times k? Cause i was still walking funny. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, my namesake boss came to visit me in my cubicle la. Asked me if my phone can work or not. Then i said no la, it's dead. He asked me to go ambik the company phone:) So nice. So i using company phone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got licensing sale!! Licensing is basically non toy products to which we have licensed out various Mattel brands to, such as bags, clothes etc. So..yea. Tomorrow will be like a sakai to go grab some stuff:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Fabes. Miss you lo. That's why you come back la:)&lt;br /&gt;And jas, you're one to talk ar...never update your blog also.&lt;br /&gt;And mei, you put one post, then straight text me to blog. Pandai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to whomever who is reading this, so sorry to disappoint, but if you wanna see the pangkor pics, it would have to be a discreet viewing due to the non "umum" nature of the pictures. Plus you have to sign a non-disclosure contract. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-2042893578206736403?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/2042893578206736403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=2042893578206736403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2042893578206736403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2042893578206736403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/12/jumping-mouse.html' title='The jumping mouse'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-5441126846969649908</id><published>2009-11-12T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:02:07.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The times that come with it</title><content type='html'>Ok, so i didn't blog last week. Anyway - i had a lovely thingie sent from central - so no more updates of what's going on in the office. But i can say about things that are to be. There's this Barbie Fashion show this weekend. Tomorrow to be exact. My very first fashion show, and suprise suprise, I have no idea what to wear. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, apparently to advertise my company's events i have to ask permission from central first. But i shall just put in a quick mention here because we're already distributing flyers and such - so shall just quote what's in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mattel Mini clearance Sale.&lt;br /&gt;4th floor Menara Lien Hoe,&lt;br /&gt;Persiaran Tropicana Golf Country Resort.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - 10.00am to 5.00pm&lt;br /&gt;Friday - 10.ooam to 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. And i shall be the sales promoter for the day. And no, i won't be shadowing your every move and looking over your shoulder - just come and get your stuff. And yes, the goods are much cheaper than what you see in the stores. And no, we aren't competing with the stores, it's like spring cleaning for the new year:) There'll be about 80 different items to be sold, and also loads of Hot Wheels Basic cars (which i plan to buy myself.) Hahahaha. Come k? And bring your family, friends, colleague, janitor, security guards, etc:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for me, things are going great so far, i think. Arrggh - it's super hard to write a post without mentioning work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, JJ left Hitz.fm today. I'm sad. A lot of people are sad. When you're driving at God forsaken times in the morning, a crazy man with an infectious laugh makes great company. There was this girl who called in today, and she cried. I almost cried. The thing is though, there's have been so many combinations between JJ and other radio DJ's, but he's like the one irreplacable one. So here's to JJ, and good luck in your future endavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the mornings are limited to Hitz.fm's morning crew, the evenings is occupied by Jules and Prem. The problem is, these days, Fly.fm tend to split these two up. You know what they say about splits, they are messy and ugly. Hahahaha. Now my mornings won't be the same, and my evenings are not any better. I don't know what to do anymore. And Mootz, as great as he is, isn't going to make my morning drives the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it from me i guess. The turn of events really makes me quite sad. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend you guys! ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-5441126846969649908?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/5441126846969649908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=5441126846969649908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5441126846969649908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5441126846969649908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/11/times-that-come-with-it.html' title='The times that come with it'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-6946911762534542069</id><published>2009-10-30T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T02:44:08.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the box is empty</title><content type='html'>Week 12 of Mattel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today i'm on leave. And what do i do? Go service car. Lol. Hey, getting leave is not easy feat - and doing mundane things is what keeps me sane; yes i know it would have been more fun to be white water rafting or jumping off buildings with little less than a rubber-band around your feet, but for me, it's good enough not to feel adrenaline rushing thru the veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well - now i have realized that coffee with red beans is quite the unexpected lovely mix. Hahahha. I was at this "fusion" something restaurant in Jaya1 la. No i wasn't being vain, just that i wanted french fries, and theirs was the cheapest. Hahahahaha. So sat down, had my fries and... "Akazuki". Yes, it was very vain of them to name it that. But lo and behold - it's kinda nice. The coffee had only an inkling of sugar, so you drink the coffee while chewing the red beans in your mouth. It's quite unexpected - this coming from a person who doesn't really appreciates red beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Mr. Aussie Big Boss came down during mid week - i had this image in my head about how Mr.Aussie looked like - and it was totally opposite of what i had in mind k? Hahahahaha. At least it was a pleasant suprise la to me. And no heavy Aussie accent - so i could make out what he said - or at least i think i know what he said. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Iketeru in KL Hilton for dinner. The thing was right, since i went first - like 5 mins before the rest of the people, to give the car to Mie, i thought i was late ya know. Hahahahaha. On Jln Bangsar panicking cause the dinner reservation's at 7.15 and i still haven't reached. Lol. The worst part is - when i arrived - there was only my Indirect Boss and Mr Aussie there. Straight panic. Both also i have never spoken more than 30 words to. And that's including the Good mornings and such. Hahahahhaa. Luckily the whole group arrived in like ten mins - i was saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Kak and Miss Supervisor don't eat raw fish wan. So weird. Actually, i don't eat raw fish also la - but not to say that i will never ever eat it. And call me a poor kid and kampung boy or whichever proverb would suit your tastes, but it's bloody expensive wei. Now i know why companies lose money. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 6 of us - seperated to two sides facing each other - one side eats raw fish and the other doesn't. ( = Mr. Aussie is a very funny man actually. Anyway, he had this beef tenderloin (i think) teppayanki. So here's the rub, i wanted teppayanki ya know - before i went to the restaurant - but after i saw the prices, my heart dropped. Hahahaha. So ok la, then i decided on something else already, but Indirect Boss already ordered Cod Fish (they all ordered Cod Fish), and had to choose again real quick. So Chicken Teriyaki it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to change what i wanted to eat because it's the rule of thumb - never order more expensive stuff than what your boss is eating. Hahahaha. Actually it's a rule of thumb that doesn't only apply to bosses la, it applies to every makan-makan that you aren't paying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know that Mr. Aussie doesn't know what "heaty" means? Lol. He was so bewildered by it, and apparently quite intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heaty? Is that even a word?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even after a whole bunch of explanations - he still didn't get it until my Indirect Boss said this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know how tea is supposed to be cooling? Well, it's the total opposite when you eat heaty food".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Mr.Aussie has not had the chance to eat durian before. I do think that we just love shoving this fruit to the faces of our foreign friends - i think it's more out of fun to see their reaction rather than to actually promote the fruit. Or at least that's what i think about it la. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yea lo, yesterday super busy...from 3.30 to 6.00pm. Hahahaha. I know i have said that i don't have much work to do after 2pm, but the thing was i had to notify the people that i'm on leave, then straight got a whole bunch of stuff to do. Best thing was -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Richard, you on leave tomorrow ar? Then who will do the work? Wait wait, i faster write this up, then you can process it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the extra work. Hahahahaha. So today no work lo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, Jas - you are still a sakai for cancelling the house warming, and unfortunately - i don't have leave d. So yea lo. Haish. Faster come back from singgie ar you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fabian? I thought you wanna come back wan? No news also.&lt;br /&gt;And Kumi not coming back d right? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toys R Us all around the country having this dunno what halloween thingie la, Saturday and Sunday - you are all invited. Just...you won't see me around la. Hahahaha. crowds are one thing i do try to avoid:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-6946911762534542069?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/6946911762534542069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=6946911762534542069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6946911762534542069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6946911762534542069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-box-is-empty.html' title='When the box is empty'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-6684345021886599904</id><published>2009-10-24T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:44:50.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Who Lives On A Mountain</title><content type='html'>Week eleven of Mattel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, today i went to church with a wee bit of doubt in my heart. You see, they have found this Book of Judas, and it would seem that he was the greatest disciple of them all. Sure he's not Peter the Rock or Matthew the merciful, He was Judas the Traitor. So aptly named  by the church so many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, the Book would suggest that Judas was asked by Jesus to betray him - make the ultimate sacrifice to condemn him and his family into oblivion by ratting out the Son of Man to those very bad men at that time. But it is written in the Bible that Judas did it out of greed. So yea, i'm quite shaken. Maybe it's just a hoax that someone radically wrote a couple of thousand of years ago. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is though, i don't really care much about the authenticity of these texts - cause i honestly believe in my religion. What i don't give my full heart to is the institution that upholds this religion of mine. Until i went to church today - where i heard the most lovely sermon ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is - i had no idea what the sermon was about (a sermon is basically where the priest explains various parts of the Bible to the congregation) - because the sermon that i heard; or rather saw - was in sign language. There was this lady who sign languaged the entire sermon to this deaf person - and you know what? I thought it was the most beautiful thing. Funny how easily hope and faith can be restored huh? ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, week eleven of Mattel. I can leave d after this week. Though there's still three more months to my contract - but what the heck right? Have to move on with stuff. And oh oh. Big Big Boss coming for visit this coming week, and there's a dinner planned as well. Die. Lol. How if i make fun of the strange Aussie accent? Or his diminishing hair - if his hair is diminishing that is. Hahahaha. Ok enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i dont have much to report this week. Everything went - almost smoothly, as usual. And one thing - i didn't know that Kak and Miss supervisor are so nice to me wan. Hahahaha. Nice to have to "tai kar che" to stand up for you. Thanks. If you ever read this blog that is. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i had steamboat with Agi, Thean and Tang yesterday - nice place. Loads of fun. And as usual - Thean has the worst sense of direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Richard ar, we go to the largest steamboat restaurant opposite sunway pyramid k? There's only one there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i led Agi to the "steamboat street" opposite Sunway pyramid la. Thing is, the one that they talked about was not the largest and is not the only steamboat place in that area. There's at least 5. Hahahahaha. Me and Agi was cursing and cursing. Great fun though. And word to the wise, don't ever order "soya bean soup". First, it's already strange to boil your fishballs in soya, the worst thing is - it tends to "glump" up and turn into some sort of yoghurt kinds paste thing after a while. Hahahahaha. No one touched it - so all had tom yam:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no people, i don't go steamboat all th etime - so don't go calling me up asking me to go steamboat. I much rather be eating char kuey teow - less messy and much much less strain on the already very thin wallet:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know ar, i've been at this old town kopitiam near my house almost every weekend. And i practically know everyone - though not by name. Hahahaha. I simple have to sit and not even say a word and walla, my drink is here. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that - year end is coming - which means that i have to age again. I really am not fond of growing old at all. It's just so much trouble to grow old and wither and not be the same. Plus the bones tend to creak more - my back will give way much faster - and i no longer have good eyesight - so when i say that you look horrid - i'm not being mean k? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the rants really. Do be in peace..er.. or become a politician and earn a peace prize in a record 6 months! Yes. Hahahaha. Now my aspirations of being a politian is peaked - but i need to learn how to speak tamil first. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the Mattel people always say, "Have a Great Week!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-6684345021886599904?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/6684345021886599904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=6684345021886599904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6684345021886599904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6684345021886599904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-who-lives-on-mountain.html' title='The Man Who Lives On A Mountain'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-2426588300246240039</id><published>2009-10-17T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T03:35:22.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali Post</title><content type='html'>Week 10 of Mattel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 10 already!!! Amazing stuff really:) You know no matter what those sakais keep saying about having more variety and balance of races in your company - it's simple really, every industry has their experts and it doesn't really boil down to races. You see, Mattel is predominantly chinese in nature - there is no doubt about that, but the thing is - our warehouse people have quite a number of Indians, and the stores that we supply, well - they have a lot of Malays. So how's that for racial integration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the thing is there is no such thing as a fully well balanced company - especially in industries such as manufacturing and plantation - but the great thing is - along the line from where a product comes from to the moment where it is sold - it would have been passed along in the hands of every other race in Malaysia. It's a beautiful thing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to you people out there - Happy Deepavali especially to my friends, and the people i work with especially those at the warehouse. Hope you have a blast and safe one. And watch those calories! ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, i have been eating in office. Yup,  i'm guilty. Hahahaha. I couldn't leave my desk due to tonnes of work - it's been rather hectic. And boss offered no comfort to me - he told me that this is nothing compared to November due to the christmas sales. Now if i weren't a catholic - i would have cursed those nimbling nuts for celebrating a birthday on such a large scale. Hahahaha. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's my declaration - i'm cooking pork rendang and pork ponte for Jas' pot luck thing. Though it will be in quite the small portions, as i'm only looking to feed myself, Mie, Jas and her housemates. So, no, i won't be coming for the dinner itself - due to me being "anti-social" as some may say - but i will be there for lunch, with the two said dishes. So let me know if you want in - i won't be cooking extra, or rather i cook extra also useless cause Jas would have gobbled it up. Let me know la ar, if you want to makan - Warning though: for those who have makaned my mom's cooking - it won't quite be the same, mom said that she won't be helping out much in the cooking cause she's busy....so expect my cooking to be about 50% of her cooking, which is still roughly about 1902389123781% better than Mei's cooking. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway enough about rambling about food. Oh Food. Char kuey teow at Tmn Desa today. Haiyo. I was there earlier - second time already la i smelt this awesome char kuey teow. But today i already had lunch before i went there, so i was debating whether to go makan or not...debate debate...then.. the uncle close shop d. Shit! Hahahaha. Oh well, there's always another time right? *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know now at work, they don't bother asking me if i want cakes or cookies d. Which is quite disturbing. Simply because, they will just put it on my desk. Hahahhahaha. One day i just balik from the washroom, and there were cookies on my table. Then the other time, i was told there's cake in the pantry la, i said i will go take it later. Miss supervisor took a slice (a big one no less) and put on my desk. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conspiracy to get me fattened up isn't going to work, but i was too lazy to explain to them why. So i just left it at that - besides, who in their right minds would complain if food magically appears on their desks? ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Agi, i'm so sorry i didn't go your open house today. I know. I'm horrible at directions la. Hahahahaha. I dont know street names and such. Yes, i would have better luck finding china than getting to rawang - no matter the directions that are given to me. Unless i was following someone there - there is no way i could go. Lol. And for years, i didn't know where the SPRINT highway was, until i realized that i have used it on numerous occasions. Hahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, "ejek" me all you want k? Lol. Anyways - have a great week - i'll be back next week with more nonsense:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-2426588300246240039?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/2426588300246240039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=2426588300246240039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2426588300246240039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2426588300246240039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/10/deepavali-post.html' title='Deepavali Post'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-2115800182993705386</id><published>2009-10-09T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:09:52.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Annoying.</title><content type='html'>Week nine of Mattel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there isn't much a boon in being a thin person. Honestly. You get jeered more than people who aren't. Which annoys me even more - just because i'm thin doesn't mean i chose to be that way, it's the same with people who aren't k? Be a little bit more considerate. Lol. End of rant. Actually not yet end la, the thing is since i'm on the lighter side of the weighing scale - means that i can't refuse anything that the office people bring to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of cheesecakes (which seem to be the fav thing to bake there), cookies and such - is put in front of me and i have no reason to not accept them. Die i tell you. Once i did try, and you know what the retort was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You on diet ar, don't go on diet la, you so thin also diet, then we how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. How? I dont know how! Don't ask me. Have to take the cake lo then. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was a bday celeb in office. I thought they did individual ones wan, but see see, month of Oct one shot. I have no idea why. Boss asked me when was my bday, i told him that passed already - which is true la, passed so many times d. Hahahahhaa. Shit. Now have to go cover my ass and talk to the HR manager to leave me out of this. Maybe there won't be one - since i'm an intern and all, but still skeptical. Thought of taking leave during my bday wan - but now it won't be effective also and would only waste my leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a message for you kids out there who ask your parents to fetch you - please don't keep them waiting k? I was waiting at the lrt station for mie la, opposite this mall, where i parked and i sat on the sidewalk la - cause yes, i bodoh bodoh came super early. Then got this uncle who parked his waja behind my car, and sat on the sidewalk also la. And lo and behold - after an hour, he was still there, but he's sleeping. In my mind i was like "CRAP, what if i leave before this uncle does?". So i kept an eye out for him la - it was getting rather late already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wait and wait - lucky he got phone call and left just mins before i did. Phew. If not i *might* have stayed with him until he gets his passenger. But i didn't go purposely intro myself or anything - so he might have thought of me as one of the prospective robbers instead. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, had dept lunch this week. Wanna know why we suddenly got dept lunch? Cause boss saw the other dept got dept lunch, then he also want to do dept lunch. The other dept had reason - mourn the departure of an employee and celebrate the coming of a new one. Hahahahaha. I mean what the hell right? On a whim only. But free lunch - not complaining one bit:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other day finally Ah Boy's track set came la. Damned funny la he. A little intro - he loves fried fish - like cannot peel him away from it wan. So he was enjoying his treat when i came home la. Saw me carrying a plastic bag and straight rushed at me with this very happy grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ko-ko" *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid konon innocent smile. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he put his grubby hands on the box. Mom straight scold him - cause his hands oily ma from eating the fish. Then ok lo, i ma take out the box from the plastic and put in front of him la. He stare like some professor staring at a math question like that. Hahahahaha. Straight wanna play wo. Mom asked him to finish up his fish first - and for the very first time in history, he said he don't want the fish d. Hahahahaha. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, called his mom to ask if can open the box to assemble the track set la. She said she was downstairs d wo, say bring home fix - then mom gave the phone to boy for his mom to tell him off la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, track. open ar? plisss. can open ar. Yes. ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands the phone back to mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom told my mom, she actually said no. Hahahahaha. No choice, open lo. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then open, pour out the contents, then see see need batt and there's none provided. Can see his face change terus tau. Hahahaha. I said to mom that just use the batts inside dad's torchlight la (no spare ma at home). Then i start assembling la, or tried to. He kept taking away the parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom came, and she was like "aiyo". Lol. She helped me assemble with Ah Boy in our faces, taking up parts and pretending like it's this and that. One part he took, and exclaimed it was a traffic light. Which the track didn't have and it did not look like a traffic light at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the track set up la - turn on only, it was the 360 track set la, it was moving at light speed lo. Hahahaha. Even i was suprised. Boy couldn't follow the movements of the car at all. Hahahahaha. He just stared at the one part of the track only. Finally switched it off, and guess what - i carried the track to Boy's house in the other block. Hahahahaha. Luckily there weren't any kids that gawked at us while we passed the playground. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached the house - first time go ma, boy wanted to give me tour of the house and show me his toys. Hahahahaha. Tak semangat layan. Also, he said wanna bring the track tomorrow to show uncle, cause my dad tak nampak his track lagi. That one i don't know if he did ask his mom to bring the track to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough of that. Boss gave me a project to do - improve the order processing he says. You know ar, a rookie like me ar to perfect a system that has existed and been perfected countless times ar - i have no idea how to. But i will most definately give it a shot. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for this week folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : To whomever who wants to organize a suprise party for whomever ar, please don't email me - i take forever to reply wan. actually i take exactly one week to reply. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated bday Jaspattay - hope you enjoyed your suprise party:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-2115800182993705386?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/2115800182993705386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=2115800182993705386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2115800182993705386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2115800182993705386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/10/bloody-annoying.html' title='Bloody Annoying.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-5511968225875587516</id><published>2009-10-03T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T02:34:56.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The KFC Deal</title><content type='html'>Week eight of Mattel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived! Yay. It was an extraordinary week. Because the warehouse was closed earlier in the week, and was only open on friday. Hahahaha. So had to rush like crazy on friday - hit six figures worth of orders. Ok fine, so i wasn't the one who made those sales happen, but i am in charge of moving the stuff along:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this week boss had me rummagging thru C4982's. That's the hotwheels basic car. Something about toy safety and Sirim and the Government regulation that required him to submit samples - but needed to clarify the whole process first. So needed the Hotwheels cars as samples. And guess what - i went thru roughly 10 or so boxes full of those basic cars in the reception area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one box = 72 units = 720 units that were on display in the mattel reception area. Lol. The funny part was, everyone who passed by thought i was just messing around. Hahahahaha. I had a mission k? Find the same car design but in different colours. And trust me, it wasn't a very easy job. After the 200th car i saw, i was basically blurred out. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve came in for interview at Mattel. Didn't do too well. Hope he gets thru though. Real sakai la he. If you want details, ask him k? I'm not the type to air dirty laundry out to dry. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, there's an airshow going on at Subang TUDM - i think it's the Aussie jets. They have been practising ya know - near my office. Quite alarming la, cause they sounded like they were really really close by. One of the bosses was asked what she would do if one of the jets were to crash into the building. And she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think i would jump lo - i'm very afraid of height wan. I rather get burnt alive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing - but i did had to laugh discreetly. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i kena remarked by Kak Supervisor yesterday. She was talking to one of the finance people, when the finance person said this about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nampak macam dia buat banyak kerja ar, selalu busy aje"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what Kak Supervisor said (albet with a very wicked grin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ala, dia pura-pura sibuk aje"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. what the hell? Hahahhaa. Busy k? Sometimes not la, but at that time quite busy k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh the title refers to this very charming couple that me and Mie met at KFC, they offered us this coupon for less the value. And i bought it. They so cute la. Hahahaha. When i grow old, i wanna go sell coupons at KFC also:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that they get coupons from friends and all sorts of meetings that they go to. And when mie went to the restroom, they kept on talking to me - telling me about those good old days when food was only 5 cents:) Very lovely people. I wish them well, and a whole load of goodwill. Now give me your KFC coupons! Hahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, i almost forgot. Deepavali coming soon. So invite me k? Doesn't matter if you're chinese or malay or "lain-lain". Hahahahaha. But i do have to stress that i will not travel more than 20km from my house. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh - one more story. You know that Malaysia was hit with the tremors right? Apparently, my mom didn't feel a thing, and neither did the kids. When i came home, everyone was standing outside the apt, i thought maybe power outage la. See See tremors. The funny thing was, my next door neighbour, this very jolly man had this to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tengah duduk atas lantai la, makan maggi mee - watching tv. Suddenly my maggi mee bowl started to move away from me - i pun shocked la, then everything started shaking jugak. Phone i pun jatuh" and he added this for good effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nasib baik maggi mee saya tak tumpah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha. I tell you, Malaysians and their food ar. There was this one story some time back, a bunch of people was eating at this roadside stall, they saw this car coming real fast at them la - you know what they saved ar? Their bowls of assam laksa. The owner of the stall only walked away with his soup scoop. Lol. I tell you ar... Hahaahahha. (not sure if it was assam laksa and a soup scoop, but definately whatever that they were eating la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-5511968225875587516?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/5511968225875587516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=5511968225875587516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5511968225875587516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5511968225875587516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/10/kfc-deal.html' title='The KFC Deal'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-4981900406610553993</id><published>2009-09-26T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:49:40.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title.</title><content type='html'>Week seven of Mattel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, horrid. Loads of crap happening. And more crap awaits on Monday. Haish. Anyway, there was a funny point to the madness. Here's the situation, there's a sample product due to be delivered to the office, and everything was out, the order, the invoice all of it - but the product never show. So after a short frantic search around the office, finally had to refer to the warehouse to as whether the product actually was delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an email sent, here was the conversation between me and the warehouse boss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Boss, got this one sample order that never made it to the office la, can you check whether it was sent, or we just lost it in the office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.B : OK, will get my people to check on it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Can send Monday morning ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.B: Why? Urgent is it? Can can, if we can find out what's the problem - i'll get it delivered Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh, we need it for a photoshoot, the photographer coming in the afternoon to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.B : Oh. Can can. I will ask my driver to make-up a bit also so he can take picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha. Yes, i was laughing out loud in the office and practically everyone stared at me. At least it was a good way to end the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, store's closed. At least virtually. And there's a short window of time on Monday before we're closed for inventory check, routine stuff. The thing is though - i will be super swamped. Actually had to leave late on Friday to clear out a whole stack of orders. No, it's not fun - it's just frantic actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all aside, i need a hair-cut. Which i will have, after this post is posted. And oh, today ah boy was in the house. He asked me to buy him a track wo. What the hell? He said "the track ar, round and round and round (X1231times)" while he himself spinning around. Damned funny nut. And he pronounces "dinosaur" as "disonaur". I got him to try pronouncing it the right way, but after a few tries, he smiled this wicked smile - and ran off. Hahahaha. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas is off touring Europe. Apparently going to meet PC as well. I have no idea, i though she's coming back, albeit for a while - and texting europe isn't cheap wei. Shit. To those people i know in Europe - sorry la, i'm just a lowly intern earning not too much and i really really dont have the resources to text you, let alone call. For those in America - lagi la sorry. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it i guess. Just that i can't discuss the crap that happenedat work, and it took up so much of the week - and a chunk of my life. Hahahaha. But it's all good now (i hope). You people take care now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-4981900406610553993?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/4981900406610553993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=4981900406610553993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/4981900406610553993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/4981900406610553993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/09/title.html' title='Title.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-2096522643328449028</id><published>2009-09-22T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T04:35:01.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the tiny furry animals</title><content type='html'>Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liquid Nitro is cheaper than milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is. Apparently, we take quite a number of "facts" for granted. OK, so this time, i will be talking about animal cruelty - in support of that indie (is it indie?) movie coming up about those dolphin killing thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, killing dolphins are wrong. Period. Ok, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grouse i have is with the people who are so adamant about the other stuff that goes about. You know, campaign-hopping, as i would call it. They just hop on the bandwagon on certain "hot" campaigns and think that they're doing a world of good. What would be better if they had actually stuck to the first campaign they signed up for and see it thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like this, imagine you're building a house, and everyday one volunteer is supposed to bring a brick for the house. So you have a thousand people signed up and they're supposed to supply stuff in a timely manner. So this campaign is highly hyped and publicized, so you go ambitious and make plans for a super huge house (to house whatever it is that you're housing). Then slowly, bit by bit, people stop contributing, and you're stuck with a half built house, which could have been halved in size and completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes, if you are going to play missionary - go get it done k? ( =&lt;br /&gt;And a great thank you to whatever that you have contributed to mankind - and anything and any animals etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another grouse. Yes, very grouse-y this week. My internal body clock is going haywire. And tomorrow's work day. Darn. And oh oh, Toys "R" Us is going to do this halloween promotion, so yea, if you're as kiddish as i am, which i am - and should be, considering; then you should go check it out. And no, i don't know what they are planning and no i don't have free stuff to give away. LOL. Burn this into your brains k? ME = INTERN = No benefits for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the first word of the post, did i mention that i saw the MiTo and the Fiat 500 Abarth the other day? I want. Honestly. But the MiTo more than the Fiat 500, mainly because as a Milan fan, i cannot justify my yearnings for the Fiat 500, because the people who owns Fiat, owns a chunk of Juve. And it's quite the unwritten rule that...let me put it this way -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One AC Milan fan, one Inter Milan fan and one Juventus fan was on a deserted island. Now, there was the ship named SS ROMA which passed by and said that they would only carry two people onboard to safety, but they had to leave the other behind, and there's no telling how long they would take to come back for the last person. So these three fans decided to cast votes to vote for the person that would stay behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, both Milanese clubs fans voted for Juve:) And the Juve voted for the Inter fan, mainly cause they keep losing to them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know, i can't, it's a club thing. I know Milan is playing like a bunch of rug-rats at the moment (exception when they grinded out the 1-0 win at the weekend), but hey, like a person once said, there are no divorcing the club that you support - and make sure all your loves are in different countries. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the issue of pets. I know. Pets can be quite the sakais. Dad's fishes got temper wan, if not fed, they'll jump here and there (though quite smart not to jump out of the tank la) to gain your attention to feed them. And they know wan when you're going to feed them - bring out the fish food bottle only, will be still and wait at the surface. Sakai. Imagine if i had a dog, that fella would have dragged out the kitchen table chair, sat on it with fork and spoon in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it. I might post a weekly Mattel job post this weekend - but maybe only. Not sure wan. Don't count on it - i have already filled my quota this month, and i don't care if it's a 5 week month. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-2096522643328449028?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/2096522643328449028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=2096522643328449028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2096522643328449028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2096522643328449028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-with-tiny-furry-animals.html' title='The one with the tiny furry animals'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-7098185892270714079</id><published>2009-09-18T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:20:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kapal Angkasa Cobra</title><content type='html'>Week six of Mattel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how people seem genuinely astonished at other people's kindness. I know, old story, last post also got. but i read this column in the Sun a few days ago, and it shocked me that the writer (who most probably took the public transport for the first time) is amazed that people actually help blind people to their destinations, give up their seats, and also prevent people from falling off the bus - apparently the last one is because the person doing the saving is a foreigner. What i have to say is... well, nothing actually. Good for the writer to see these things. Please don't forget to lock your door at night though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, got a nyonya (a real wan, trust me, i can tell), gestured me to take up the seat next to hers. Lol. What the hell? I appreciated her kindness - but unfortunately i had to decline, i was at my stop at the time. Did i look all that awkward bumbling about in the bus? Do i look that uncomfortable? I was wearing these baggy pants with a tee somemore, hahaha. If i was wearing formal, then maybe i'd look out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i ter-bumped into a uni mate of mine. So Shocked k? Saw her kat the lrt - but i didnt say anything la - i kan rabun a bit after work, if mistaken identity kantoi. Then we got off same stop. Then she was like Hi and How are you. Coincidence? Yup, definately. Hahaha. I'm not a stalker k? I use that route everyday k? OK, maybe not everyday - minus weekends la. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week at Mattel. It's crazy. Now i'm in charge of Singgie - for ten days. Yesterday went smoothly - thank god. And today, well..today they cuti. Not fair right? Hahahaha. We should be having more holidays than they do cause ya know. Anyways, no complains though, i'm off Monday and Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i would like to take this opportunity to wish the Muslim community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir dan Batin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, staff purchase, bought Ah Boy a set of five hot wheels. Apparently he loved it so much. Actually his parents ask me buy wan la. And the father - amazed that it's so cheap - now wants me to buy a track set for him. Lol. Track set for boy = disaster for human-kind, particularly the people who so happens to be right outside the apt window when the car goes flyin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me - kalau nak contribute, contribute k? I malas wanna copy paste d. Plus red text is so not good for the skin of this blog. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why only a set of 5 tiny cars you ask? Well, i pinjam the parents the catalogue la, so his dad ask him to choose what he wants, you know what he did? Pointed to everything, and ask his dad to buy. Sakai. So kecik also like that. Lol. His dad told him, only can get a few la, he "insisted" to have it all. So his dad got pist, and bought him only the 5 pack. Lol. Padan muka. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, Kak went cuti, thus the Singgie take-over. And boss super busy, got super loads of shipments coming in for the year end punya christmas sales. So now he no time to even go makan. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mus - that day i thought i saw you kat LRT station, but i didn't had my glasses on la, so not sure. but then up close, i nampak muka already, i thought "If Mus make up macam mana pun, takkan so pretty kut". LOL. OK, i'm evil. Sue me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas, i know you coming back to do your visa and pack your bags and to smuggle your dog to Europe. Thank you for everything. and Take care k? *sobs* And stop leaving comments kat chat box, told you, i cannot nampak kat office, it's blocked. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing to share, yesterday when i was taking the delivery of the staff purchase (super banyak), i felt like the supermarket punya warehouse fella. Dahla tired d moving stuff, my colleague came up to me and ask "Richard, come help me carry the stuff to my cubicle." I look at her with pity face, then she laughed. "I paid 300 rm for these stuff ya know, transport to my cubicle only ma". Yes, they love teasing the person with the most amount of work for the day. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more moment of antagony. When the Singgie order came in via email, my boss looked at it, and laughed at me. Totally what the hell moment. Hahaha. At that time also i was swamped d k? All in a week's work i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last note : take care, be safe during the hols. Have fun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. David - i asked Mei to email you the url d.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-7098185892270714079?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/7098185892270714079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=7098185892270714079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7098185892270714079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7098185892270714079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/09/kapal-angkasa-cobra.html' title='Kapal Angkasa Cobra'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-7445684198842484982</id><published>2009-09-11T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T03:35:06.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cham Peng = 1/5 tea, 3/5 coffee, 1/5 ice.</title><content type='html'>Week 5 of Mattel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week five only ar? Lol. Anyways, I saw John Wong at the lrt the other day, seems like he's doing well. Good for him, and whoever else who is doing well. *nonsensical i know*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the week starts off easy. I think. I had Monday off cause of something for which i don't even recall. And oh oh, two days off for raya next next week. So nice - they puasa, i cuti. Thank you for your sacrifice. I know i know, people don't puasa for the cuti. Must i be politically correct each time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, same old same old lo for the past few days. Oh, i forgot to mention this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever who says our kids lack respect, please drive a screw into your eyeball now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day i was in the bus from the lrt to my house la. So..got la not so young people came in at the next stop. So, i ma gave up my seat lo, and no it's not because of the late Yasmin's advert, i have always done that. And lo and behold, at the next stop, 4 other people gave up their seats - that may be contributed by Yasmin la. Lol. But hey, not all of us are rotten k? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i have to mention this. People. Dont suddenly break into a dance move while waiting for the lrt. Lol. You are scaring the people into thinking you're having an episode of epilepsy. Especially when you don't even have your mp3 player with you. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, Friday, i half day. So i ma lengang a bit la - work almost done d, only left the updating and sending the listing to the 3pl (3rd party logistics). And at 11.45am, boss suddenly turns to one of supervisors and asks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kak, i boleh ambik richard pergi ikut saya pergi 3pl meeting tak?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Like i'm the pet or something. All of us laughed la, then kak said yes, ambik ambik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss turns to me, wicked smile, and says, you must finish up everything by 12. Want to leave already. I was like...shit. ahahaha. Then somehow la - i did everything twice as fast, then ikut him go to the 3pl's tempat at Klang. Boss drove la. Then in the Klang area there, he looking looking, says he forgot where's the place wor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he forgot where the warehouse was..see see forgot where the restaurant was. Lol. My first "business lunch". The place was good, and the food was great, and apparently according to the warehouse boss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The mango juice is very nice, like a virgin girl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine how the entire meeting was la. Hahahahahahaha. Funny people. All together got like 13 people from 3pl, and only 2 people from Mattel, namely me and boss la. then after lunch, site visit wo. Boss wanted me to see the warehouse. It's huge. Very huge. And there's two somemore. There's quite a lot i can't divulge cause i don't deem it right to be revealed, so i shall leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had an update meeting on the performances, the warehouse boss explained to me what was what and which was which. He's a very nice, and bloody funny. Hahahaha. Boss drove us back to office for me to pick up my stuff then dropped me off at the lrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am again, blogging for your pleasure. I have noticed a bunch of sakais who just post a couple pictures of wrecks, and others quote poetry at length, and others who just don't bother blogging at all. Here i am imploring you all not to be so critical of my blog k? at least i blog k? and it's almost always more than 100 words:) Hahahahaha. And oh oh, don't comment on the side bar, i can't access it at work - it's blocked. So if nak comment, please comment the proper way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jas - i akan kutip rm10 from you soon. Lol. If you ever come back from Norway la. And for a reminder, i akan copy paste from last week's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've got something planned for my bday this year. So i'm imploring you all to save up at least RM10 to donate to get me what i want for this year:) It involves a charitable cause and it's by no way benefitting me except for the satisfaction of having helped others. Details below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target :&lt;br /&gt;A charity home for kids who have got no place to go, and no it's not RUMAH HOPE!, that place got a lot of sponsors d. It's this tiny shelter near where i used to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposed Budget:&lt;br /&gt;RM400 - i will be chipping in at least RM50 - so the rest, you guys fill-up la. Why RM400? Cause of...below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items:&lt;br /&gt;Toys. More specifically, Mattel products. I have decided that since i am not going to use the staff purchase allowance every month, i might as well put it to a good cause. So i would have amassed RM400 by december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Toys because i have the distinct privilege of buying them on the cheap. I would gladly give up the money to get any other stuff for the kids if you have special access to cheap books or other materials - but this cause will be focused on toys. Plus it's christmas, you sure you wanna give books for christmas to small kids ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For more details, that would have to wait, i need to go have a little chat with the supervisor of the place to find out - maybe some other items are more needed. Plus there is the need to find out specifically what age range the kids are at. And their preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there will be no assurance that i will give that i have delivered the goods - mainly cause it'll be a Santa Claus operation - drop and don't wait around to see and take photos and stuff - i hate those people who glamourize their givings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, here goes. Please save up maybe twenty cents a day, and there would be plenty to spare. I would be posting this every week in my weekly posts until the first week of december - in order to help me give them a lovely Christmas. If you intend to buy me a gift, please wire in the money to me instead. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-7445684198842484982?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/7445684198842484982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=7445684198842484982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7445684198842484982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7445684198842484982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/09/cham-peng-15-tea-35-coffee-15-ice.html' title='Cham Peng = 1/5 tea, 3/5 coffee, 1/5 ice.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-8505687130624063472</id><published>2009-09-06T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:28:53.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Use Somebody.</title><content type='html'>Week 4 of mattel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this is more like my daily report thing that i have to do for my internship. So when i do need to do it, i would just browse through my previous posts and *try to* remember what i did that was significant that week, so i have something to write home about. Lol. Which is nothing much to shout about la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week got to participate in the staff purchases, meaning go check stock and make sure everything is there lo. I felt like a warehouse fella at some departmental store. Hahahaha. But my goodness, the amount of toys the people bought, amazing. And so nice to know that you helped them purchase all of them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, nothing eventful happen la. Same old Same old. Boss got no time to sit down with me to give me a project to do for my internship (I know! got such thing wan, give you project to do during internship!), which would be good when i go for my next interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : So, what did you do during your internship at Mattel?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Well, i sit at the office desk everyday, banging on the keyboard till lunch, then go lunch, then come back and sort out some files, then go home. everyday for the past six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. Instead i could say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: So tell me, what were your responsibilities at Mattel?&lt;br /&gt;Me : I was put in charge of all the purchases of Mattel products in Malaysia, making sure that orders were processed, and setting straight any awry orders - making sure that they get delivered. Also, i was given a project "*Insert project name here*" to do which helped in boosting "*Insert boosted numbers here*".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound more *WAH* right? Yup,i thought so. But first Boss has to find time to figure out what to give me to do. The other day, when i had really really nothing to do, and i asked him if he's got anything for me, he looked at the time (got la 15 or so mins left, but i did come in early that day), then he looked around and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go. Quietly. *with a smirk on his face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish, if Boss not so busy with the SIRIM certification, it'd be much easy going. Yup, now all the toys sold in Malaysia would have to be SIRIM certified. Not exactly have to la, but it does give your company the edge:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh. Today cuti wo. Selangor something something. Yes, i know! So nice wan. Hahahaha. Then got another two more public hols (not sure if it's raya or what) later in the month. Macam tak kerja only. And possibly, i will be the only intern left in Mattel, the other is leaving d. Sad right? Now like i'm the only "Budak" there. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday half day lo. Ok. Good. I Shall try my best to finish up everything and enjoy my very first official half day off! Wish me luck k? And oh, new regime: I won't be driving until next year. Yup. No behind the wheels action - unless super emergency. Everyone is baffled. Those who know the reason - you know la. For those who don't - just put it down to me saving the environmnent. Lol. JK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule will be like this then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.20 - wake up&lt;br /&gt;5.50 - walk to bus stop&lt;br /&gt;6.20/30 - Bus mari&lt;br /&gt;6.50 - reach the lrt station&lt;br /&gt;7.10 - reach the lrt destination&lt;br /&gt;7.20 - bus pergi office&lt;br /&gt;8.00 - sampai office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. YES! It's true. I even bought a bus pass for september d! Now all i need is more songs to put inside my mp3 player. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've got something planned for my bday this year. So i'm imploring you all to save up at least RM10 to donate to get me what i want for this year:) It involves a charitable cause and it's by no way benefitting me except for the satisfaction of having helped others. Details below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target :&lt;br /&gt;A charity home for kids who have got no place to go, and no it's not RUMAH HOPE!, that place got a lot of sponsors d. It's this tiny shelter near where i used to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposed Budget:&lt;br /&gt;RM400 - i will be chipping in at least RM50 - so the rest, you guys fill-up la. Why RM400? Cause of...below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items:&lt;br /&gt;Toys. More specifically, Mattel products. I have decided that since i am not going to use the staff purchase allowance every month, i might as well put it to a good cause. So i would have amassed RM400 by december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Toys because i have the distinct privilege of buying them on the cheap. I would gladly give up the money to get any other stuff for the kids if you have special access to cheap books or other materials - but this cause will be focused on toys. Plus it's christmas, you sure you wanna give books for christmas to small kids ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For more details, that would have to wait, i need to go have a little chat with the supervisor of the place to find out - maybe some other items are more needed. Plus there is the need to find out specifically what age range the kids are at. And their preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there will be no assurance that i will give that i have delivered the goods - mainly cause it'll be a Santa Claus operation - drop and don't wait around to see and take photos and stuff - i hate those people who glamourize their givings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, here goes. Please save up maybe twenty cents a day, and there would be plenty to spare. I would be posting this every week in my weekly posts until the first week of december - in order to help me give them a lovely Christmas. If you intend to buy me a gift, please wire in the money to me instead. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-8505687130624063472?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/8505687130624063472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=8505687130624063472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/8505687130624063472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/8505687130624063472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/09/use-somebody.html' title='Use Somebody.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-7039975284719336917</id><published>2009-08-30T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T04:13:37.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of moviestars and the drain.</title><content type='html'>Week Three of Mattel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss didn't come back yet. Yup, on holiday. So we slaved on without him. Things were quite uneventful, with the most of the craziness coming from the fact that i might have misplaced some documents, which luckily, weren't misplaced, just merely not in my hands at the moment. They were found K?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my second time handling staff sales. Yup, deadline's on the 2nd of the next month. Usually have it at the mid and ending of each month. Since it's our daddy's bday this end of the month, which we happily will celebrate, so the deadline got pushed to next month. I haven't used up my quota for the month yet, apparently, it can be pushed back. And no mus, i'm not buying barbies for you, unless you pay me to. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea lo. Almost one month gone, five more to go. I have a sneaky feeling that it will finish super fast. Some days seem longer than most, but it'll go away quick enough. And *fingers crossed* that i secure a long term career before i grad next year. Yup, though i have finished my studies, graduation date is still long way to go. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Mie is super impressed with how the Mattel staff treats their interns. Which is true la. The other day, the finance intern left cause ended d his time, and the head of finance dept gave the head of licencensing dept money to belanja all of us makan. Lol. Conversation at the elevator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard, where you going? Going makan ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you guys going makan also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M*** leaving today, come, join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looks around, then take out wallet, pitiful amount in it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* No money la, have to go bank take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Come only. Licensing paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And half the office went makan. For two hours. At some very fancy Dim Sum restaurant. hahahaha. Basically everyone from each dept was represented la. Sales, finance, logistics, licensing. So nothing got done while we were out eating. Which there wasn't much to be done anyway considering that it's Friday. Friday like really no work wan wo. No wonder half days twice a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy wan really. When i arrived, i got treated to a very nice japanese lunch. Super crazy expensive wan k? Rm300 for 4 people. Shit. Then now when M*** (i can't say his name) left, we all got treated to such nice lunch also. Wonder what i will get when i leave. Char Kuey Teow? I can only hope:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next week, almost the entire sales team going to HK. I don't know if it's a conference, or some toy convention, but it's for five days, tickets paid for and you get my monthly salary for allowance. Which is awesome. Apparently, every year also the sales team have to travel here there wan. Nice ar, being in sales. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filing here in the office is crazy. Invoices and delivery orders and purchase orders have to be filled. Which roughly translate to 1 and a half boxes of staples gone in three weeks. Lol. I have never used so many staples in that short span since i learnt that you can shoot the staples right out of the stapler and started to shoot everyone. Hahaha. Bloody lots of staples k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stress enough just how nice the people are here! I feel that i'll be growing super complacent and get lazy and refuse to improve myself. Not to fear! Next year i shall embark on my CFA adventure. Wish me luck. Need to save up some dough first though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be good people. And Happy merdeka to each and everyone of you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-7039975284719336917?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/7039975284719336917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=7039975284719336917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7039975284719336917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7039975284719336917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-moviestars-and-drain.html' title='Of moviestars and the drain.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-1212991723087714038</id><published>2009-08-22T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T03:05:13.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>You know there's this search engine by Microsoft named Bing? Apparently, it's the next big thing. I know everyone loathes Microsoft and all, but it's always nice to try out new things yes? Ok, fine, it's not you wanted to read, so i shall just relate what has been happening to me these past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm undergoing an internship at Mattel, 6 months, at the lower end of four figures a month. Not a bad deal. But honestly, i don't think i could stay on after that period of time, simply because i don't think there's much a progress in terms of rank due to the fact that it's a super tiny office - maybe 30 people or so, taking care of the entire South East Asia region. Talk about down-sizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yea, i would have to murder someone in order for me to stay in the company. Oh well, i gave up on the hopes of being a criminal a long long time ago. Now i have a cubicle, a desktop, a barbie-covered access card, an official mattel email, and also the entire Malaysia's requirements of Mattel products under my fingers. Yea i know, what were they thinking putting an intern in charge of a whole country's needs? *Dont screw up Richard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perks of the job? I can name a few, let me list them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Free parking.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not quite la, i haven't gotten my staff parking sticker, so i'm still illegally parked. And though i can pay for parking and claim it at the end of the month, i'm not exactly thrilled to pay RM10 a day. So please pray that sticker gets on the car windshield soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Free coffee. But it's nescafe. So, free - but quite unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Staff purchase!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i get to get Mattel stuff on the cheap. There's a limit though - but i have been eyeing that elmo for quite some time already. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Friday half day off twice a month.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Though so far, i have stayed back due to unexpected workload. Intern ya know, work them as much as possible. Malaysia very hard to take care of wan le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wear what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Not exactly. You can wear collared tees, and long pants any day of the week, and it's jeans day on friday. I usually wear shirts&amp;amp;slacks mon-weds, polo's and slacks on thurs, and jeans on friday. Gradually dressing down ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Leave on time.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, they would chase you out of office. Especially me. Cause i no key to lock up. So i kena halau to go back. Like yesterday, 2pm already halau me d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Richard, you still here ar? Ok pack your things, and save all your work, i wanna go back d, and you no key right? Aiya, today half day you work so much for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Nice people.&lt;br /&gt;I mean like really nice people. They're like your extended family or something. So weird wan. And half of them are so polite, and the other half so funny, you can't fault them for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Workload.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get out of my chair from 8.30 - 12.30 due to work, everyday. Then i go lunch. I go lunch, feel like going to plop my face into my food. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Filing.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, filing comes with the territory. But there's just a tonne of them. It's not that i'm complaining that there's a lot to file - i'm just worried i get tonnes of papercuts. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it lo. At least i dont have to wory about finding a job till next year - hopefully employment would be much easier then. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it folks. Tell me how you guys have been doing alright? And if you still have any childhood dreams of building your own hot wheels super track or stacking your closet full of barbies, or whatever other childhood fantasy that demands mattel toys - let me know:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-1212991723087714038?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/1212991723087714038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=1212991723087714038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1212991723087714038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1212991723087714038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-1750849123462025196</id><published>2009-07-16T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:30:19.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As guilty as a mad mad person</title><content type='html'>Assistant Financial Advisor. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Never mind that. I'm still unemployed. So sue me. Or hire me.What do you want me to do? I'll do almost everything! Except father your child, or scrub the dirt off your feet amongst other things. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...i'm broke lo. How you expect me to keep posting stuff when i have no money to pay even for my coffee? :( sponsor me k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND hire me! lol. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-1750849123462025196?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/1750849123462025196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=1750849123462025196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1750849123462025196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1750849123462025196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-guilty-as-mad-mad-person.html' title='As guilty as a mad mad person'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-5816639760718921485</id><published>2009-06-10T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:26:05.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a new title</title><content type='html'>I need a title generator. And RM80 to buy a Kaspersky anti-virus program. Actually, i just need the key, the program can download wan. Oh wells. I don't know how much my previous post has helped the citizens of malaysia, but i hope that it did, in some way. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm now officially a bum living out of my parent's house. I am still unemployed. But it helps to know that jas makes employment sounds like hell, but it's not much comfort! Lol. Yes, currently rotting at home, with zero stuff to do. I know i would dread the day that i start work, and basically there's only two more interviews to go (hopefully, there's only one for IBM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,How have you people been? I have a confession to make here and i dedicate this to an old friend of mine. Here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You and i, have been together for the past 6,7 years - and boy, were they fun times. So much we have sacrificed for the cause, and so much blood and tears and sweat. We endured so much, the falls were admittedly more than that of the tears of joy that should have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greed that caused you to go, i know it's not your fault, it never is. I had hoped that you would always be around, ya know, to lift everyone's spirits, to make sure that no one falls down - but i know there are forces at work that none of us can stop no matter how hard we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only wish you the best, and hope that we grow stronger in your absence, that everything will be alright. I know there are a few that has been tempted, and with you leaving, they would never be the same. I do hope that they will not be lured away the way that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, Kaka. There will never be a 22 quite the same as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/Si-YNoMuojI/AAAAAAAAAwA/6zuhfJ1qQno/s1600-h/p1_kaka2_0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/Si-YNoMuojI/AAAAAAAAAwA/6zuhfJ1qQno/s400/p1_kaka2_0515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345658642608595506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you, MR President. I know times are bad, and i know that money isn't easy to come by, and 60+million euros is a huge sum. But do know that there's only so much we can handle. Italians may have the patience, but do note that AC Milan isn't some backwater club that sells her players on a whim. I, now, put forth a few pleas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't let Pato leave.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kick out seedorf, ambro and sheva.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get someone to partner Silva.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't hope for Beckham to save us (again) next Febuary.&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy the Frenchman. Ribery, not Trezenogoals.&lt;br /&gt;6. Give Leonardo your full support, like how we would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forza milan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-5816639760718921485?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/5816639760718921485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=5816639760718921485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5816639760718921485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5816639760718921485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-new-title.html' title='I need a new title'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/Si-YNoMuojI/AAAAAAAAAwA/6zuhfJ1qQno/s72-c/p1_kaka2_0515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-8562730888757022278</id><published>2009-06-02T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:21:06.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview Questions</title><content type='html'>Alright. I've seen that this blog has loads of people clicking on it hoping to find some form of interview questions etc. So here i am to "service" all of you interviewee hopefuls. Note that this if for non-technical interviews only - and it's for fresh grads. (note: Malaysia only, plus these things you can already find on forum.lowyat.net)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shell Interview&lt;br /&gt;Look, i didn't get past the initial interview but here's what the initial interview was like (i can't put forth the real questions, but i can give you a general description). They will ask you on Life experiences. Yup. Nothing apart from that. Just how you have been in leadership roles, and how you handle yourself in certain sticky situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you will be given 4 questions, where you choose one, and elaborate on it. Think wide and big people. Say "If the company is doing THIS but want to venture into THAT, how would you proceed". Think fast, you have approx. 20 seconds to start talking:) Then it's all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. IBM Interview.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Technically i haven't been to a face-to-face interview yet, but there i did go through an impromptu telephone interview beforehand. The usual stuff "Why do you want to join IBM?", "What are your plans if you get in?", and "What do you bring to the company?". Standard stuff. Then there will be two aptitude tests, one more skewed to reasoning, and the other more towards math. If you pass both, you'll be where i am now, waiting for that one last interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. CIMB Complete Banker's Programme.&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the kicker. First interview will be a face-to-face interview with the HR, usually max 3 people, and you might go in the interview with another candidate. Questions? The standard ones. But there's a little twist to it. It helps to remember the entire B.O.D, the operations that CIMB conducts, and the subsidiaries of CIMB group. In short, do your homework people. (and to those who aren't in the business line, you'd better have a good answer as to why you wanna do banking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get through, you'll be asked to go to Deloitte Kassim Chan for an aptitude test - iq, spatial recog, math etc. Roughly 400 Questions in one hour. Good luck to you. My advice? Do what you can, and don't cheat. If you do cheat, you will be failed on the spot. This is the second stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if you pass it (my second stage results took a month to arrive), you'll be asked to present a presentation, the topic will be emailed to you probably one or two days beforehand, mine came in today. It'll be before 3 people, namely 2 from HR and one senior director (i think). You'll have 15 mins. Wish me luck. As for the topic, it'll be something you learn in your finance class, so don't fret. It's useless for me to tell you the topic as it would vary. This is the third stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth stage, if you pass, would be a face-to-face interview with Puan Hamidah, Head Group Resources (maybe), with a few others. They'll see if you are suitable, then you get in:) There are 4 intakes in a year, March, July, Sept and entah. Lol. But they interview all year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunway's SMART Programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, would be a phone interview. Please do not screw this one up, cause there's a tonne of applicants, and only so many places offered. Just some general questions about yourself, then they'll invite you for the face-to-face interview if they like you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, face-to-face interview. It's kinda like shell's, just getting to know you better. They'll ask some questions that they think people should know about SUNWAY, so once again, please do your homework. They will call you back if they like you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a whole day group assessment next. 3 different business games, and at least one presentation in one of them. So be alert. Once again, it's useless to tell you exactly what they do there, cause it varies. But i do know they will feed you breakfast and Lunch at their Sunway Resort and Spa hotel. So be grateful k? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pass...then i don't know already. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Colgate Trainee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm not that knowledgeable in this one. What i know is that, there is a phone interview, then aptitude test, then assessment lo. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it folks, the 2009 malaysia top job interviews (i think). I did went for another one, but they just asked standard questions and nothing quirky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all of you and to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-8562730888757022278?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/8562730888757022278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=8562730888757022278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/8562730888757022278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/8562730888757022278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/06/interview-questions.html' title='Interview Questions'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-7279424722462216887</id><published>2009-05-31T02:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:43:12.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day's musings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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&lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-priority:99;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0mm 5.4pt 0mm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin-top:0mm;  mso-para-margin-right:0mm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt;  mso-para-margin-left:0mm;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;Harlo Harlo, test test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tlans-selat/laut-titanic message lumber wan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*ahem ahem*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If lu are hear-ling this ar, means you in deep trouble. Perlis look outside your door, you can see got big big fire everywhere. No, it is not the Government Sponsored BBQ sempena Father's day. Father's day we play football, and tell our fathers that we still love them, and expect them to pay for everything even when we already 45 years old. No No No. Today not Bapak lu punya hari.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is judgement day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me tell you what happened so far ad ok? Ten year ago, some sakai decided to kumpul all the loan shark using this company call SKYnet la. They name it Sky cause the fella syok sendiri and the NET is actually when he wanted to open cyber-cafe wan, but also net can catch shark wan ma. So ma call SKYNET lo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SiJP30UMveI/AAAAAAAAAvw/yAAWsd8vcFM/s1600-h/sharknet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SiJP30UMveI/AAAAAAAAAvw/yAAWsd8vcFM/s400/sharknet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341919928369593826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then this skynet ar, ma build a lot of lobot la, the most popular wan last time was the Arnold-Tak-boleh-nak-eja lo, so they built more and more. You see those motorbike thing going around?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ah, that is the super modilified MAT REMPIT, can do alot stunt wan, cause SKYNET already screw their hand into the bike, cannot fall down d, now can do 360-upside-down-superman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SiJP3AOMPeI/AAAAAAAAAvg/BCnxiLLlsqY/s1600-h/mat+rempit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SiJP3AOMPeI/AAAAAAAAAvg/BCnxiLLlsqY/s400/mat+rempit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341919914385751522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now ar, they also got the fella look like your father-in-law wan, face scary scary wan, eyes red red wan. Their purpose is to pour red blood,...er..i mean red paint on your front door. They use very quality paint wan ok, like Jotun and Dulux, so very hard to wash off. Plus got warranty 5 years on the paint ya know. Lucky la you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SiJP2zgo7wI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Z6DubNVxniQ/s1600-h/father+in+law.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SiJP2zgo7wI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Z6DubNVxniQ/s400/father+in+law.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341919910973468418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah, now back to the future ar. This is John Corner speaking, i'm in charge of the resistance, and ar, i want to tell you ar, stop resisting lo. You think paint nowadays very cheap wan ar? Those Rempit-bot also very expensive ya know, they always crash here crash there wan. You pay is it the main-train-nence?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So stop resisting ar, perlis go to the nearest mr huge robot, and sir-lender yourself. I plormis you can keep all your fingers, not lying wan, i very hornest wan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SiJP3pSLdHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/w1X3gv-CQBA/s1600-h/mr+big+lohbot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SiJP3pSLdHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/w1X3gv-CQBA/s400/mr+big+lohbot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341919925408330866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-7279424722462216887?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/7279424722462216887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=7279424722462216887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7279424722462216887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7279424722462216887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-musings_31.html' title='A day&apos;s musings.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SiJP30UMveI/AAAAAAAAAvw/yAAWsd8vcFM/s72-c/sharknet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-2672905979889298255</id><published>2009-05-26T01:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:21:15.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2,3,4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ShuqgzL2fkI/AAAAAAAAAvI/SJb7bmovgG0/s1600-h/YellowBlueRed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ShuqgzL2fkI/AAAAAAAAAvI/SJb7bmovgG0/s400/YellowBlueRed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340049263650307650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you know, that there is an opening in jb for Lego sculptors? You don't need any form of qualifications, just go only. Then they send you for training in the US for 3 months. And you get paid like 2k. I hate you JB people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is your weekly slave reporting, probably for the last time, if i don't get over this stupid darn flu and haul myself to that spanish test this Friday. That's not the last of it though, i still have to get TM to give me streamyx kat rumah i. Hahaha. And no, it won't be free, not even for soon-to-be former students at their uni. Things to do after finals :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checklist - rated by importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have nice cuppa coffee with Mie.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get dad to sponsor internet for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;3. Call CIMB to arrange that 3rd stage.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wait for IBM. or call them after a week or so if still got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;5. Apply for work as a janitor at my apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Make sure Mei fails her exams.&lt;br /&gt;7. Avoid Jas' housewarming.&lt;br /&gt;8. Get rid of "Viva la Vida" from my playlist. And anything Akon.&lt;br /&gt;9. Eat Char Kuey Teow at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;10. Smack Fabes on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Try to no avail to gain weight. The year isn't over YET!&lt;br /&gt;12. Avoid Jas' dinner-party, if she cooks.&lt;br /&gt;13. Visit loon kat SK when his wife not around. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;14. Visit Thean&amp;amp;Shiuan PLt at Subang - MAS interns:)&lt;br /&gt;15. Cancel all future flights if those two nuts are getting their pilot licenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Situation below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ShwIffcvTFI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/p0n8Zis_jJE/s1600-h/pilot.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ShwIffcvTFI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/p0n8Zis_jJE/s400/pilot.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340152595265571922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-2672905979889298255?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/2672905979889298255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=2672905979889298255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2672905979889298255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2672905979889298255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/05/1234.html' title='1,2,3,4'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ShuqgzL2fkI/AAAAAAAAAvI/SJb7bmovgG0/s72-c/YellowBlueRed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-339679296930846528</id><published>2009-05-21T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T04:10:54.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Ok, here's the thing. IBM or CIMB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third stage of CIMB coming up in June, so is that interview with IBM at about the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF, big IF, i get selected for both, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopeful aye richard? Sakainess. Oh well, either way, i won't be able to make it for the internship period for the coming semester. So, would have to postpone. Or maybe Mr. Chan could make an exception:) He do love his F.E students:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's about it. I have been slacking off a lot lately. Finals next week, and na-da was done:) Short posts all around anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a parting gift, today i was elated to see this in front of my place punya mamak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ShU18eFW0-I/AAAAAAAAAvA/VbkHQkrekGg/s1600-h/aston-martin-db9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ShU18eFW0-I/AAAAAAAAAvA/VbkHQkrekGg/s400/aston-martin-db9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338232246301545442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not! A DB9!! Lol. I sengaja turned into the mamak to get a better viw, then u-turn to see again:) Yes, i am such a kid. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-339679296930846528?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/339679296930846528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=339679296930846528' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/339679296930846528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/339679296930846528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/05/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ShU18eFW0-I/AAAAAAAAAvA/VbkHQkrekGg/s72-c/aston-martin-db9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-5248319541481676852</id><published>2009-05-19T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:13:44.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlo</title><content type='html'>See here people. Today will be a rainy day. I have predicted this - I have measured the temps, the air pressure, wind direction, the humidity, all points to a rainy evening. That, and also the fact that it as dark as night about now:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Mei says that if you're going to be a guinea pig, make sure you're a cute one. I have no idea how to do that, but please, someone out there, get her some some ok? :) She will thank you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News: My hairdresser's wife is pregnant! 8 months pregnant! I mean like wtf, i didn't notice also. Wow. So next time i have to cut hair, they will be on maternity leave. Oh well, good luck to the both of them:) And oh oh, mie doesn't like my hairdresser cause he ain't gay enough, i like him cause he isn't gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigger news. I have done one exam, three to go. One more test from IBM was done today too! Yay. See hor, there was this guy sitting next to me who cheated. We supposed to not go back to the previous sections of the test after the time limit - but this sakai, while preparing for the next section, went back to the previous section and answered two more questions. Lol. He must be seriously desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, i think i made everyone who took the test with me panic today. Cause i flipped the pages faster and answered more. Hahahaha. Kesian those people, dont know that mostly i just guess the answers only wan. Hehehehe. Poor people get panic for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now la. My thoughts are so scattered now. Wish me all the best for the finals k? i know you care:) hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-5248319541481676852?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/5248319541481676852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=5248319541481676852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5248319541481676852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5248319541481676852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/05/harlo.html' title='Harlo'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-6072995905457461260</id><published>2009-05-11T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:54:38.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP is DONE!!</title><content type='html'>Yup, you heard me right. FYP is done and dusted. Sent for binding today:) and maybe it'd be done thurday, or early morning friday:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all la actually. I'm super tired now, been sleeping about 25 hours for the past 6-7 days. so dah separuh mampus d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice when i'm exhausted i tend to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be more lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;2. Less accomodating to your silly jokes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Efficiency of spatial recognition, motor skills and vocab cognitive functions are all decreased by at least 40%.&lt;br /&gt;4. Blog more:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to whomever whom are still on their fyp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-6072995905457461260?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/6072995905457461260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=6072995905457461260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6072995905457461260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6072995905457461260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/05/fyp-is-done.html' title='FYP is DONE!!'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-7695567400412333703</id><published>2009-05-05T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:16:20.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one aye?</title><content type='html'>Before i move on to today's new post, i would just like to highlight some quirks that i think i have made to be my own, so today i shall just list down a few, then maybe next week or something i will put up some more, if you guys wanna know more, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. While driving i have got one small rule, i will let only one car into my lane on pity, and max two cars that memang nak potong masuk wan. Hahahaha. But no more than that, i don't care if you driving a super huge truck ker, a bus ker. If you dont have a bunch of uniformed people on those huge Honda bikes with horns ablaring, or a huge red truck with ladders at the top, or the words ambulance written in mirror image on the front of your vehicle - you ain't passing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will most definitely sing along to Miley's "Climb" when i'm alone in the car, if it's on radio. Hahahahahahhaa. There, i confessed. And, yes i have done this for countless other songs, which i am not telling you =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will always eat half my noodles first, before i start eating the stuff that they put in it, i.e. fishballs, cockles and such. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rice, same as above, unless i kat rumah, when i hantam makan whatever i can lay my hands on - plus i scoup soup straight from the main bowl. Yup, it's my house either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I will only ever ever order beef pepperoni pizza when i am at pizza parlors:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Back to the main thing that i wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i can't recall at the moment, so i shall get back to my Granger-Causality; and my Diagonal BEKK-MGARCH correlation model:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, had ibm aptitude test today, comparatively easier than CIMB's one, but oh well, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-7695567400412333703?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/7695567400412333703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=7695567400412333703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7695567400412333703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7695567400412333703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-one-aye.html' title='Another one aye?'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-1626586385539533085</id><published>2009-05-02T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:15:28.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goes about</title><content type='html'>What goes about in me head if someone doesn't reply me messages or calls for a prolonged period of time, list as below (yes, silly, bear with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You got stuck in jail. This is actually a real cause by a certain mate of mine. Lol. So now, if you're prone to causing trouble, i would have no doubt in my mind that you are having dinner served by the blues:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You ran off somewhere due to something horrific. Well, yes - everyone has had a friend/relative that has done this before, don't you? If you don't, count your lucky stars to not have concerned parents calling you asking where their kid is, and you would have to lie through your teeth to cover them up. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You got into a whirlwind relationship with some attractive person and is now in a hotel in Genting Highlands. Ah, yes, the fickleness of youth. Always jumping on the first train that has the lovely fella onboard. So yes, i do consider this possibility very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You found out that i somehow lied or betrayed you. Which is never true, but then rumours are easy to spread and people tend to believe stuff if you say it often, like a bull in a china-shop, actually the bulls would trot about the china and not touch them at all:) so no, i am not guilty k? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You died. Yes, you died, and your parents are in grief, and they dont know what to do - and i won't get informed till like a year later when i finally get to meet up with some fellas and talk about ancient times. So write a will now, and let me in on it. Say you have a letter that you just hve to send to me. It's alright if all you write in the letter is "Richard, if you're reading this, means i am dead. And no, you may not have my car - Do come for the funeral though." I shall do this for all my friends:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You got stuck on an island/buried underground/doing spy work for some secret association/abducted by various possible people / etc. While all of these are highly improbable, i would still try to imagine some situation in which all hope is not lost. So try your best to build that raft out of coconuts k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're breaking up with me for someone else:( ok la, a bit extreme. Hahaha. Last thing that runs through me mind. But this also means you haven't replied me in a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual reasons of being too busy, being in camp, got some family issues etc...too boring to even to be considered. So no, cannot. Not acceptable k? If you do get through to me, do cook up something lovely like St.George revived from the dead, travelled a thousand miles to track down a dragon who has to soak up Malaysia's recent heatwave to gain enough energy to provide power to hatch a legion of tiny dragons. And you had to slay little imps with the help of old georgie cause he's now a spectre and alongside a hundred year old elf who is deaf in one ear and throws knives with his feet:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-1626586385539533085?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/1626586385539533085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=1626586385539533085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1626586385539533085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1626586385539533085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/05/goes-about.html' title='Goes about'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-3098770089945299829</id><published>2009-04-27T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:34:39.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the Tan Sri</title><content type='html'>Today is the first time i had a Tan Sri waving at me. It was a weird experience, and all in all quite good i guess. Who knows, but it definitely makes your day. Try having a Tan Sri on speed dial to keep your spirits up when you're down. I know, so unusual isn't it? Let me tell you why and how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i had an interview in Klang with TopGlove, and there i was, just minding myself in the lobby, sitting with other interviewees, and *bam* in comes Tan Sri Lim Wee-Chai, with a posse behind him. So i thought, oh - ok la, so the CEO does come in to work on time after lunch hour:) What i didn't expect was for him to stop dead in his tracks, look straight at me, smile and waved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my first reaction? Look behind me to see if got anyone ker tak. Hahahahahaha. Sakai, i know. Well, i did smile and wave to him back though. The thing was though, the other interviewees stared at me, probably thinking "Oh....So he knows the boss la". =P No i don't know the boss!! Not my fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much on the TopGlove either way, standard interview - just had to know a few things about a few things:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still waiting on that assessment results from CIMB which i took in Deloitte the other day. It was weird k? Got this bunch of AmBank brass there well, taking the test with us. And my gosh - they were really a bunch of funny people, ages ranging from probably 28-50. Examples below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This guy brought in a plastic bag la, so i was wondering, what could it be in it? See see, he pulled out a bunch of pencils and erasers - for the test. Lol. Then he started distributing it - "Got bring pencil or not? Nah, ambik". Hahahaha. The killer was when someone asked "AmBank no stationery ar?" Hahahahaha.What the hell right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After the third test, which was sorta a math thingie, this guy said out loud "Hey, AmBank got compensate us for brain surgery ar? Which part was it again? Ah yes, the left brain. I think i need to replace it already after this test". Lol. Lovely guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Then after the 4th test, the brain surgery guy said "Aiyo, got migrain d la."&lt;br /&gt;Second guy asked him "You want panadol ar? I got alot in my bag"&lt;br /&gt;Brain surgery guy asks him "Oh, that's why you bring your bag la"&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test was done right, i had this urge to apply for AmBank pulak. Hahahahaha. Yes, very sakai i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got to go now. And yes yes, i do realize i am still one post short of this month's quota. So do look out for it soon. I hope:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-3098770089945299829?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/3098770089945299829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=3098770089945299829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3098770089945299829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3098770089945299829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-with-tan-sri.html' title='The one with the Tan Sri'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-2762313548385577931</id><published>2009-04-18T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T04:56:27.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piratpartiet</title><content type='html'>Now, this might be a political party that i would love to join. Too bad that its in Sweden though. Ahhh, Sweden - home to loads of stuff ranging from meatballs to piracy to counter-strike legends (or was it Norway?). And the latest one, home to the &lt;a href="http://www.piratpartiet.se/international/english"&gt;Pirate Party&lt;/a&gt;. Lol, who wouldn't want to join this party with such a cool name like that huh? This is their main aim (mind you this is a real party!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pirate Party wants to fundamentally reform copyright law, get rid of the patent system, and ensure that citizens' rights to privacy are respected. With this agenda, and only this, we are making a bid for representation in the European and Swedish parliaments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/Sem-lyXgkbI/AAAAAAAAAu4/KJBkKYj6UOA/s1600-h/463px-Piratpartiet.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/Sem-lyXgkbI/AAAAAAAAAu4/KJBkKYj6UOA/s400/463px-Piratpartiet.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325997590727135666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Piratpartiet's logo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want in! Let Malaysia form a party like this! I think right, if you want kids these days to join a political party, this is what you should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have meetings over the net - like SecondLife or if you're unfamiliar with that concept, The Sims if you will. If you still aren't famliar, it's ok, you don't need to apply:) Have conferences over the net, video calling etc - so people don't have to travel like 300km for the annual general meeting and stay there for a week at an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Settle it like how real geeks would. If you want to challenge a suggestion or an idea of someone who has the majority votes, you must do so in the form of duel, be it WoW/DoTA/CS/Guitar Hero/Halo, etc. Or if you must...Diner Dash:) Or, if you're up against Grant Imahara, please make sure your robot can last at least two minutes against his:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Our campaigns would be organized like LAN parties. Set up a WAN-Wifi area, and off we go. Recieve our podcasts while you surf the net, have a free soy-latte - interact real time via forums/conferences and go on and edit our wiki! just make sure that it's funny. And oh, we might just organize LAN games against the Youth Parties of Malaysia (Gerakan, Umno, PAS, etc), just for kicks:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Our focus? Rural broadband penetration (yes, it sounds awfully lewd), as well as (online) education for all. Making everything more streamlined and getting rid of a whole load of red tape (if that is ever possible, i have heard that government databases are a nightmare to work with). Maybe we can work something out with IBM/HP and Cisco of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And for goodness sakes, no more 200% taxes on cars (is it still 200%? entah - just lower it please?). Just because most of us would be green hippies doesn't mean that we are willing to cycle 300km to Penang for curry mee. And more jobs for all! I have no idea how, but hey, one can dream - maybe we can start by honestly putting in optic fibres in cyberjaya - then it can trully be the digital hub of Asia:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Whoever wears a suit must be shot, twice, in both kneecaps, unless there's a formal function to meet the King, or the Prime Minister, or whoever else that earns more than 10k in the Government (No, it doesn't matter if you earn 50k a week by yourself). And you may speak whichever language you wish! Doesn't matter as long as we all understand each other. And all face-offs and arguements shall be settled with a game of chess! And because not many people like to play chess, this is actually a deterrent for people to argue in the first place:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank you for reading thus far. I do hope that the guilty conviction of thepiratebay people would be over-turned, or at least the punishment reduced. Either way, thanks to the thepiratebay people, i'm sure that the Piratpartiet would save you from your predicament by winning a seat in the Swedish parliment soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note : To people who think that i'm actually serious about forming this political group, please note that this is the Internet, and you know those stories about about 98% of content on the internet being untrue? Well, this is one of them. Hope you were amused. If you have found this content to be offensive, i'm sorry to say that you haven't been much of a good chap:( *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, wish me luck  - hope CIMB calls me back for the second interview:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-2762313548385577931?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/2762313548385577931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=2762313548385577931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2762313548385577931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2762313548385577931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/04/piratpartiet.html' title='Piratpartiet'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/Sem-lyXgkbI/AAAAAAAAAu4/KJBkKYj6UOA/s72-c/463px-Piratpartiet.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-9035053581924793870</id><published>2009-04-07T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:20:24.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That shell interview</title><content type='html'>I went for this shell interview yesterday, and by golly, i was a nervous wreck, well up to the point where i reach shell itself. I'd just start from the beginning k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;**For those who stumbled on this post accidentally thru google, i am not at liberty to disclose the interview questions, what is written hence forth is partly satirical and for good fun only, not for enlightenment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, i couldn't sleep well. I kept getting stupid nightmares about stupid things. Consciously, i put on a never-say-die face, and unconsciously - well i guess i was kinda worked up about it. Let me relate to you of some of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Little tiny people strung me up on against a coconut tree on the beach, and demanded to know why i came here, and what purpose i could be of service to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Demons in hell got me chained up, asking me whether i would be up to the task in hell, and asked me to guess the time that i would break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Dwarves in the mountains stacked rocks on me, leaving my head, and asked me to try and figure my way out of the predicament that i am in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4,5,6,7,8,9 etc, do imagine similar tied up situations and other mythical creatures. Yes, Caitlin, i know you can imagine that, you bondage psycho you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds all too familiar isn't it? Well, I guess i work out interview questions in me head:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i got Mie to guide me go to Shell, on Saturday. I went to the same spot 3 times. Just to be sure i got the right way. Hahaha. I think, if you ask me right now, i could guide you there blind-folded. And there were a few cars around to simulate traffic jams. Sakai, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, unto the MONDAY itself. I got there like 9am. And for the first time in my life, i bought News Straits Times to read. I went to the uncle at the counter, gave him RM10 for the coffee and newspaper, then i walked out. Then he shouted "Boy boy, your change!". Ok, so i was a bit nervous then as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got in the building a little while later. I saw this chinese dude, boy was he super nervous, and he made me feel much more calmer:) lovely, and wholefully evil i know. Anyways, his interviewer came and whisked him away. P.S. yea have to wait in the lounge area for interviewer to "jemput" you in. There's quite a number of mosquitoes, suprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another chinese girl at the side, i think that she went to the counter like twice to ask about her interview, i don't know nervous ker, impatient ker, or nak show "initiative". Either way, i wish her loads of luck:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got la this malay guy sitting at the corner, reading this tiny black book, memorizing stuff about Shell, or maybe he stole someone's diary. Anyways, i at first didn't want to disturb him, but then i was bored. So started chatting with him. Haida's a Petronas Scholar from UTP. Yes, i know. Weird. So anyways we were later joined by his mate Amir (i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk talk talk talk. Until suddenly, this chinese fella came in. Same as the earlier chinese guy, nervous ker, entah entah la. But funny:) Wore full suit and all - very much business-like. His name is Ken, later that we found out. So it was just a bunch of guys talking nonsense, till i got whisked away by Ms. Farah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia : of the four of us guys, i was the only person who is not an engineer. No, being a financial engineer doesn't make you a real real grease monkey engineer:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the nice Ms Farah had me talking for 45 mins. So i've got my eye out for that email from today onwards till next friday. Wish me luck:) That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;Potong stim betul kan Richard ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last note, Senor Joel, i know i might not be your fav student, but i will do my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-9035053581924793870?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/9035053581924793870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=9035053581924793870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/9035053581924793870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/9035053581924793870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-shell-interview.html' title='That shell interview'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-6257869118732781288</id><published>2009-03-26T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:03:38.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post by me.</title><content type='html'>Yup, i fired the idiot who was supposed to make up funny titles for me, and hired a researcher instead. Tell you all about it in a bit. Anyways, here's something i want you guys to check out and advert k? Pretty please? *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mie's new venture, custom hand-painted shoes. blog url here&lt;a href="http://angelvxz.blogspot.com/"&gt; [Angelvxz]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samples below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss137/xenander/DSC00847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 302px;" src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss137/xenander/DSC00847.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss137/xenander/DSC00850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 291px;" src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss137/xenander/DSC00850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go go! and oh, if you guys stay close to me, you know la where, personal delivery is available if i'm free to send to you la. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, unto that researcher thingie. I'm unto my Lit Review for my FYP d! Yay. So i had to fire the guy who writes the titles for this blog, and hire a researcher. IT (yes, i don't know the gender of the person), would be responsible for all my journals and writing me my FYP. I would assume the mantle of editor though, so it's all good, and it would seem natural - and also i would try to tone down on the techical stuff so that it would seem that a normal student did it. Lol. Not that i understand what IT says to me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it, i got my 4 posts for the month up, and i daresay that i deserve a pat on the back for a work well done. And yes, you have my permission to belanja me makan. Honest. Don't worry about over-charging your credit cards, i'm not that expensive. Which shouldn't be mis-intepretated as i'm cheap. I know what you people are thinking k? IT has also given me extensive research material on the demographic of my readers. So yes, a roti canai would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no idea what i'm talking about, it's ok, i'm sure that the local padre would accept your confessions:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. That's it. Now HM, don't be a smelly fly on my blog wall, you may go bathe now, and bathe everyday for the whole month cause this is the last post of the month:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people! and don't forget &lt;a href="http://angelvxz.blogspot.com/"&gt;[Angelvxz]&lt;/a&gt;. Do help in any way you can, much appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-6257869118732781288?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/6257869118732781288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=6257869118732781288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6257869118732781288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6257869118732781288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-post-by-me.html' title='New Post by me.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-2704958797922516877</id><published>2009-03-19T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:17:09.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not for you. Really wan!</title><content type='html'>Please ignore the idiot who wrote the title. Anyways, to Angel Ooh something something (yes, i admit i forgot your chinese name, please don't throw fishballs at me:) this is to you because you objected to my car post the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ScIoVV8V4II/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AqZLmXplfHg/s1600-h/cactus+sofa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ScIoVV8V4II/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AqZLmXplfHg/s400/cactus+sofa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314854857383207042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your cactus grows into this sofa, and you unwittingly sit on it one day. Or better (evil i know, lol) James would sit on it first, then you jump on him. Yup. hahahaha. Please, don't try to grow this k? It's only for your own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, unto more other pressing matters. Hols up next week. I was walking with Ahmed earlier, and he was like asking me where to go for the hols. I told him, i had no idea. Honestly. Poor people like me have to stay home and do their thesis - so that they can go back to their supervisor and show them how "rajin" they were:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sideline Note: GARCH - who knows how to do, please be so kind to do my thesis for me. thank you. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unto the next stop. I'm sorry  didn't fill last month's quota of 4 posts. I know not many were disappointed, and i was trying oh so hard to make it, but i didn't. So, feel free to belanja me makan if i manage to fill this month's quota k? And to Fabes, if you're ever reading this, Richard Thomas = Seth Cohen. Gracias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention i'm taking Spanish? A class by Senor Joel Lafitta Rivera. He's a nice guy, but when he starts going on in spanish at 150 words a minute, that is simply mind boggling. In my mind, i have but one thought "How do the spanish people understand each other?". Hahaha. I promise i will work harder in my spanish so that i may tell you if you to lace your shoes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh, i almost forgot. This i just have to let you see, there's this blog about the author making sculptures out of edibles. Lovely. Here's a shot or two, and here's the link &lt;a href="http://www.edithzimmerman.com/blog/"&gt;[edithzimmerman]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ScIoWFXQI6I/AAAAAAAAAuo/HoGs7VssO2c/s1600-h/skeleton+cucumber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ScIoWFXQI6I/AAAAAAAAAuo/HoGs7VssO2c/s400/skeleton+cucumber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314854870112543650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cucumber? Or that other veg that i forgot the name? Anyway, this is what happens to you if you go vegetarian. Please don't throw tomatoes at my house, i apologise:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ScIoVy7BggI/AAAAAAAAAug/s6YpIMF5rwE/s1600-h/velociraptor+skull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ScIoVy7BggI/AAAAAAAAAug/s6YpIMF5rwE/s400/velociraptor+skull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314854865162306050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Velociraptor from orangie bell pepper. Hahaha. Shall ask mom to do this when she cooks mixed veg:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a parting gift for me, (yes FOR me), do feel free to get me this mug. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;BTW, it's a chalkboard mug. Ahh, the joys of life. Don't worry about the chalk k? that one i can get myself, just get me the mug:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ScIoVwDcpnI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ruAsZjC2QdM/s1600-h/chalkboard+mug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ScIoVwDcpnI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ruAsZjC2QdM/s400/chalkboard+mug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314854864392332914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-2704958797922516877?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/2704958797922516877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=2704958797922516877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2704958797922516877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2704958797922516877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-not-for-you-really-wan.html' title='This is not for you. Really wan!'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ScIoVV8V4II/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AqZLmXplfHg/s72-c/cactus+sofa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-5032746501294001253</id><published>2009-03-09T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:09:27.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small, tiny, and simply out of reach</title><content type='html'>No i'm not talking about the little tiny toys that your kiddies would throw at the corner of some unreachable furniture laden area. I'm talking about cars. Those high end tiny cars that always seem to ooze "oooo's" and "aaaa's" but never have the heart (or wallet) to pay for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most Malaysians, well, it started with that Volkswagen beetle, then it got murdered by the SmarForTwo. Then came the BMW Mini. And somewhere along the way, the-always-red-coloured Suzuki Swift was zooming past them all. Luxury small cars, i have been told, tells your personality - i'm just saying what i heard. Please do not lick my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, this one says I'm a classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SbU9cmQLvlI/AAAAAAAAAtw/pQToOzdnfYU/s1600-h/VW+Beetle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SbU9cmQLvlI/AAAAAAAAAtw/pQToOzdnfYU/s400/VW+Beetle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311218897067425362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one says, i mean business + i've got no time for parking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SbU9cD3MUeI/AAAAAAAAAto/3cL-2rVB4u0/s1600-h/smartfortwo_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SbU9cD3MUeI/AAAAAAAAAto/3cL-2rVB4u0/s400/smartfortwo_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311218887835800034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not buy this car using my own money, i used my parents:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SbU91CbQBOI/AAAAAAAAAt4/VxPxpBu2Rc0/s1600-h/SuzukiSwiftSport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SbU91CbQBOI/AAAAAAAAAt4/VxPxpBu2Rc0/s400/SuzukiSwiftSport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311219316946896098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this says...i'm a wild hippie. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SbU91kLU-QI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ya7mqKfGiRs/s1600-h/Mini+Cooper+D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SbU91kLU-QI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ya7mqKfGiRs/s400/Mini+Cooper+D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311219326006917378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it used to say, i'm unique..but then everyone went ahead and bought one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what type are you? And i don't mean the ones that cost below RM60k. Pick one, or go search for one, and let me know:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And P.S, i'm a Fiat 500. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SbU-0AlCi4I/AAAAAAAAAuI/WYFEYffj6kY/s1600-h/533-fiat-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SbU-0AlCi4I/AAAAAAAAAuI/WYFEYffj6kY/s400/533-fiat-500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311220398782843778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i didn't had time to post anything substantial, so this is all you will get for now. I do apologise and you may stamp on Chee Wei's feet if you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-5032746501294001253?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/5032746501294001253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=5032746501294001253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5032746501294001253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5032746501294001253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-tiny-and-simply-out-of-reach.html' title='Small, tiny, and simply out of reach'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SbU9cmQLvlI/AAAAAAAAAtw/pQToOzdnfYU/s72-c/VW+Beetle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-2611683613422385896</id><published>2009-03-01T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:54:46.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's  ',,'</title><content type='html'>Yup, i know i'm a bit late on this post, but all the same:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Valentine's was created when the romans threw this guy name valentine into his cell and mistakenly gave him some paper and ink to write down some stuff. He wrote to his lover and ka-blam we had valentine's day. Now, if only we gave some pen and paper to some guy living in our kamunting prison (you know which one), we would have a different kind of holiday:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Unto the main stuff. I was out (nearly) the whole day with me. Lunch was up first, and lo and behold, we went to Food Foundry. Hahahaha. I figured cause we didn't book anywhere for lunch, and foundry would be quite empty due to it's very secrective location (sec17, find yourself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, we had quite the difficulty to order lunch. Mie wanted spag, but no seafood, and no this one certain herb in it (forgot name, don't ask), and the staff's english was, about adequate. So after much bamboozling, got the order right. For me, i just had the cordon bleu chicken. Which is a fancy name for breaded fried chicken with ham inside and a lovely sauce. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as communications breakdowns are concerned, the spag came back to the wrong specs. Hahaha. So me had the spag and Mie had the chicken, which she liked. Which is good. And being a man (it is written in some guidebook somewhere), i dutifully ate the spag. Hahahaha. Being hungry helped. At least we had a proper lunch:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then well, off to SOHO, in dunno somehere near mont kiara. To tell you the truth, for the life of me, i swear i have never been there. Mie says i have brought her to Mont kiara before. Oh well:) We were there for this offline shopblogger's thingie. And the variety of stuff sold, incomparable. And Mie got to buy this pair of cute shoes, which magically makes your feet tiny. Like how some men look fifty pounds less when they wear a nicely cut suit. Anyways, they suited her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Jessie and Jin, newly found friends, at least for me - Mie has known Jessie for ages. So we went shop shop, and then i was dead tired. Me shoes didn't help much (did i mention those very pair of shoes got stolen?). So after a long bout with shopping, went to the nearby coffee beans and sat down with J&amp;amp;J for coffee. Jin said he was going to cook Jessie dinner, which btw, i assume was alright cause Jessie was still alive a week later:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me went to Nihon Kai. Ah yes, the tiny little place with this lovely atmosphere. It's a Japanese Restaurant btw, with Nihon meaning Japan, and Kai meaning...chicken(in chinese) or release(in Japanese). Well, it's either you trust my lousy translation or you go make up some other meaning on your own. Anyways, we got this jap vip room, which had three tables, and seats 4 per table. This meant we'd be sharing that place with two other groups of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh.. we switched the table from the end of the room, to the other end, near the window (which caused some fiasco with the staff who were confused as to who ordered what). And oh yea...you want pictures is it? here's some, the rest on facebook. Don't be lazy k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SapnxyZ8T2I/AAAAAAAAAtY/qnGRrSiQmS4/s1600-h/room+nihon+kai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SapnxyZ8T2I/AAAAAAAAAtY/qnGRrSiQmS4/s400/room+nihon+kai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308169215851384674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fake jap tables. Lol. Note the space under the tables:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SapnxCehtCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/oQR6kWmWq7o/s1600-h/food+nihon+kai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SapnxCehtCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/oQR6kWmWq7o/s400/food+nihon+kai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308169202985710626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we ordered tempura ebi (yes, i know it's prawns), sukiyaki, and fried tofu, and the cucumber sushi thing (which is one of Mie's fav's). And what do you know? i thought it'd be towards the upwards of like RM100, but it didn't even touch sixty. It was good, and please, don't compare to shogun la, shangri la, or any other place k? Every place has it's niche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Lit shiuan wanted to go to this place for his Valentine's dinner also, but couldn't get a reservation - what do you expect booking on the day of valentine's? And also, Sze Mun (i think her name is spelt this way) had to wait for 40mins though she had a reservation. Hahahaha. I booked the week before. Siao leh? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it for the Valentine's post. How did yours go? leave a comment. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-2611683613422385896?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/2611683613422385896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=2611683613422385896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2611683613422385896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2611683613422385896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/03/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s  &apos;,,&apos;'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SapnxyZ8T2I/AAAAAAAAAtY/qnGRrSiQmS4/s72-c/room+nihon+kai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-7313169730190814256</id><published>2009-02-01T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T05:27:18.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How does it add up?</title><content type='html'>First off, welcome back to reality. The fuss of the Chinese New Year plus that little break that we all enjoyed is now over. Harsh, but i'm sure that there's quite a number of people that love to not be at home, waiting for their mates/other halves to be free for the holidays. I didn't had much of a problem though, due to the advantages of diversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Males :&lt;br /&gt;1. Malay - All missing, all six of them. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese - All too busy with family, and gf's family.&lt;br /&gt;3. Indian - Too busy getting drunk at their chinese mates open houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Females :&lt;br /&gt;1. Malay - All missing, all five of them. =P&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese - Too busy answering questions from their 5324 aunties/uncles about their boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Indian - Too busy hauling their drunk boyfriends from their chinese friends houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a friend's open house the other day, and when they were arranging tables to gamble&amp;amp;drink (what else do you at CNY open houses?), i declined. I was asked a few questions actually - mainly because they were awfully suprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No money ar? (Goodness, sakes, no.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Want money, i can borrow you (lol. And people wonder why most Ah Longs are chinese)&lt;br /&gt;3. Scared of losing ar? (Er..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best wasn't actually a question, well not directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, don't gamble wan ar you? So self-righteous wan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i think he meant was, "Wah, you so goody goody wan ar?". But just for the sake of things, let's say that he was using the word "Self-righteous" correctly (hey, PJ chinese people not bad wan k their engrish), what's so self-righteous about not gambling anyway? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm taking spanish in new coming semester. My volleyball dreams are squashed. So i won't be getting to wear that brand new pair of sports shorts that i bought. (please, i have better sense than to buy a pair of biker shorts) But what i am getting at is that, people are highly dissident about their languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently (i say this because there is no empirical truth to this), our very own Bahasa Malaysia, which is a form of the Malay language, is the ninth most spoken language in the world. NINTH! zomgwtfbqq. lol. This is mainly due to Indonesia, with it's population of 237.5 million residents, and to some part, our 25.3 million Malaysians helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to speak Portuguese, but it isn't meant to be - MMU doesn't offer it, and i didn't take lessons from my long gone great-grandmother. So spanish it is. Not that it is so that i can diss people in it (although i will inquire about that in my classes), but also mainly it's the 4th most spoken language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have you wondering, what the hell is in the top three then? It must be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. English&lt;br /&gt;2. Mandarin&lt;br /&gt;3. African?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thing is that if all africans spoke the same language, it would have been top 3, but they have 2000 over languages there. So no cattle, figuratively. Actually, Mandarin ranks at no.1, sorry mates - but it's true. And the list goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mandarin&lt;br /&gt;2. English&lt;br /&gt;3. Hindustani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha! And people wonder whether other people actually understand what the actors/actresses in Slumdog Millionaire were talking about. They do. This is partly because we all love Bollywood, and well, they churn out a few hundred (not sure) movies a year. And we Malaysians gobble them up like it's the freshest mushroom soup in the world. Just ask our very own Dato' Bollywood (aw, c'mon, you know who) hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's been quite a long time since i have talked about football, so here's a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank God For David Beckham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i would ever be making that statement. Like i said before, and many times before that, i have no idea why people would want him aside from the obvious marketing opportunities, but again and again he has proved us wrong. He can't dribble, his first touch is horrid, he can't tackle, he can't use his left foot, or his head (literally), and he isn't the one to start the lovely fluid passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he can take a bloody mean freekick. So lovely is his posture that his freekicks are a trademark of the pinnacle of perfect form when you take a freekick. Now, if he would be a little bit of a freekick scorer like Juninho, i would honestly worship him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. And if you have read what i have said to this point, i applaud you, mainly because i would have not done it myself:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-7313169730190814256?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/7313169730190814256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=7313169730190814256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7313169730190814256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7313169730190814256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-does-it-add-up.html' title='How does it add up?'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-6922006768960188240</id><published>2009-01-26T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:06:12.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream and shout all you want</title><content type='html'>They don't really offer a place to do that though. But i'm certain that if they did, they would make big bucks. Just put a few sound-proofed, sturdy cubicles in the middle of the town, and walla, you have instant sex-boxes, er, anger management outlet boxes. Here's an idea, make it to be less than 2 minutes per entry, then maybe the sex can be curbed. Or with people who get excited really fast, that won't happen , and they will still get their way. Ok, bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SX2eP9Wat0I/AAAAAAAAAsw/20zgkPiT1GM/s1600-h/TARDIS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SX2eP9Wat0I/AAAAAAAAAsw/20zgkPiT1GM/s400/TARDIS1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295562733861386050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the TARDIS (time and relative dimension in space), not the crazy box idea that i have. Thanks Dr.Who for saving this planet many times over:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, it's the chinese new year's. And i didn't get to see the eclipse, mainly because it was cloudy, and also because i was watching "Mahjong Kung Fu 2" on the telly. What is with showing too many chinese shows during CNY anyway? *grins*. Oh well, i got my share of chinese-based shows to last me the whole year. Not to mention the plethora of shows that are on public tv these  few days as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that we aren't the only people who got an ang-pow this year? Apart from the usual rebuilding of schools and stuff, our dear old PDRM has an early chinese new year gift, the car of my gf's achievable dreams. Lo and behold, the new police car:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SX2gOjINLiI/AAAAAAAAAtA/p0yir-H1p_M/s1600-h/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SX2gOjINLiI/AAAAAAAAAtA/p0yir-H1p_M/s400/front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295564908665843234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're thinking, wait, your gf wants an evo x? nope. This one of the two new cars that the PDRM took charge of. The other one is this:) hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SX2gOqAO-qI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dxnabZ6MZN4/s1600-h/PDRM-Volvo-S80-Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SX2gOqAO-qI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dxnabZ6MZN4/s400/PDRM-Volvo-S80-Large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295564910511454882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Volvo S80 2.5T, Mie wants a volvo...now maybe not so much anymore. Hahahaha. With 200bhp, and leather interior, our lovely 4-wheeled rempits are sure to be given a run for their money. Imagine this now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah Beng 1 : Oit, drive faster la, that blardy polis waja damned annoying le, show me your super-turbocharged car punya power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah Beng 2 : Ok-ok. You see this ar...Vrroooooommm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*police waja gets left behind*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah Beng 2 : Told you alreadi, my car super wan. How the polis can catch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*looks in rear view mirror*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah Beng 2 : Sheet, the new polis wolvo la. TNSKNNCCB!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*pedal to the metal*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah Beng 2 : Hahahaha, wolvo also useless la polis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah Beng 1 : *evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*looks in rear view mirror*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah Beng 2 : Ar Beng ar, i'm soli ar, you father lawyer rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah Beng 1 : Yesh la, the best lawyer in PJ i tell you. Why you asking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah Beng 2 : The polis evo x come oledi, cannot run d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah Beng 1 : Sheet. Die Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Polis EVO : *loudspeaker* Oi abang, kalau dah max tekan minyak, jimat petrol la. Kita belum tekan half the minyak lagi. Cepat henti tepi jalan la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Malaysians:)&lt;br /&gt;*please bear in mind that this article is created in humour and is not to slanderize any party whatsoever. If you have a complaint, please forward it &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.idiot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, it's not easy to keep track of everything that happens in the world, just the significant ones. And the most significant ones always seem to be the flashiest ones. I have no idea what i'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough of fooling around. Let's get down to busines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 4th post of the month, and you know the drill. You know what happens now. You have to be ready for it. Actually right, nothing to get ready for le. Just that it's the last post of the month. Hopefully this one post will last you 5 days minimum. I sincerely hope for that so as to not destroy your hopes of a lovely CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten around to have a drive around PJ and KL yet, mainly cause I'm not supposed to wander about during CNY. And also today's the 1st day. Let's break it down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 : Close family &amp;amp; relatives visits. (usually to the husband's side)&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 : The in-laws visit (mainly the wives side)&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 : You're supposed to stay home to "Cultivate The Wealth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane isn't it? *evil laugh* Thank God, my mother isn't all doom and gloom when it comes to the superstitions. But there are a few that has to be followed, which also explains the super last minute cleaning of the house last night, just a few hours before midnight. It was crazy, rushing here and about. This is the part of CNY that not many has grown to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, this is a slight deviation to the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow tigers, this year - we have no good or bad luck. We're supposed to work hard to make our own fortune. *sighs* oh well, work hard people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's it. Happy CNY people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-6922006768960188240?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/6922006768960188240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=6922006768960188240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6922006768960188240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6922006768960188240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/01/scream-and-shout-all-you-want.html' title='Scream and shout all you want'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SX2eP9Wat0I/AAAAAAAAAsw/20zgkPiT1GM/s72-c/TARDIS1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-3446955015815302515</id><published>2009-01-21T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:20:38.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help : Final Year Paper!</title><content type='html'>Mie, (yes, she is my girlfriend) needs people to answer this survey. Fill it up people, and mail it back to her alright? It's about self-mutilation, so if you have some history of it, then do help out. I promise she won't disclose anything, its a doctor-patient thingie k? link below, and her email is jamie.tan@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-0cbac9537419b65f.skydrive.live.com/browse.aspx/.Public" target="_blank"&gt;http://cid-0cbac9537419b65f.&lt;wbr&gt;skydrive.live.com/browse.aspx/&lt;wbr&gt;.Public&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i need help on my final year paper. I need a field of focus (research subject). Basically just tell me what you think i should be researching about for the next three months. Feel free to comment aight? and don't suggest anything that might get me in trouble with the authorities, you hear? And pass that fyp link above around to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As reward for doing me a favor, let me entertain you with some stories. Well, just one story, with multiple sub-plots in it. It's about the CF that happened in midv the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Story 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was walking to the Hong Leong booth, suddenly there was this lady who came up to me and asked me "So, do you like to work normal office hours or would you like to go out and meet clients and such?". I was stumped. Lol. There she was, this weird lady, with a clipboard, pencil and company polos and all, asking me this strange question. I mean, are people in Hong Leong this direct and unforgiving? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she went on and on, it was a personality test thingie, and at the end of it, she asked me my name (yes, only at the end did she found out my name!), address, phone number. Then she said that HL will call if they deem me fit. I asked her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...urm.. don't you need to know what course i'm taking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. I did a silent chuckle when she put on this stricken look realizing that she didn't ask me what course i was taking, etc. So gave her my course and cgpa. And that was my resume right there. Weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Story 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RBC Dexia booth. Sounds promising. And they were quite interested in mua, basically cause they are in the investment groove thingie (i actually couldn't glean much off the chinese guy who was talking to me, mostly, he was vague and didn't know nuts about the company itself). Either way, he was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, you should send in your resume and all, i think we'll definately take you in".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, where is RBC located at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our headquarters is in Luxembourg, Germany"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rumbles and grumbles, thinks to self - "idiot"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I meant, locally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, we're in Cyberjaya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually i'm in MMU cyber and i was itching to get out of cyber..i'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Story 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, not a story, but a rant la.&lt;br /&gt;1. Philip Morris fella, damned "lansi" and suprise suprise, would only talk to girls. No wonder he's old and unmarried. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nestle people - they are so nice that you feel that you're bothering them by asking them questions.&lt;br /&gt;3. Panasonic people - They are represented by so many people from so many different departments, that collectively - all 10 of them could answer your questions, but individually, their expertise is so specific, it's impossible. Cue the lightbulb joke here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Story 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i nak masuk BAT Malaysia, due to personal and professional reasons. Lol. Anyways, me and mie (and another guy from Utar Accounting), were talking to Miss.YinYee (i think that's how it's spelt anyway) about the Management Training Programme thingie. Lovely actually -  it's harder to get in compared to Shell. 7 interviews? Shell has like 5, Accenture has 4. *crosses fingers &amp;amp; toes for phone call though*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. Sorry if i have taken out such a huge chunk of your time:) (but it is your fault mainly) *insert evil laugh here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't forget the survey aight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-3446955015815302515?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/3446955015815302515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=3446955015815302515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3446955015815302515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3446955015815302515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/01/help-final-year-paper.html' title='Help : Final Year Paper!'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-6059596251288418848</id><published>2009-01-15T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:27:01.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oits</title><content type='html'>Not to be confused with Oui (pronounced "wee") in French; those french people aren't saying that they need to take a piss when they say "wee" to your every question, ya know:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a ranting post. I'm so sorry to be away so long only for you to come back to find me ranting. I love ranting, it makes you less stressed. Mie asked me why when people get stressed, their shoulders get stiff. I realized...i didn't had an answer for that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, i haven't fully completed my resume; no i'm not graduating yet; it's just this internship thingie that has gotten me stumped. So i'm going to go try me luck in that career fair thingie in midv tomorrow. Hopefully, someone will be kind enough to hire me. Else, i would have to threaten to leak their scandals on the net. (I'm just kidding k? please don't blacklist me on the ISA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to satisfy the two extremely sakai people, who are in tpg now, i have blog. now there. READ! and don't bug me for another week. You do realize that this is a weekly publication, not some blog that is published for your own whimsical non-sexual needs. Jas &amp;amp; Jay. Awww. Weird, but Awwww:) And oh, jay-walking means walking across the street without a zebra crossing or an overhead "jambatan". hahahaha. now shush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.darkroastedblend.com/2007/04/category-signs-charts.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And go here. GO now! click on it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, that is enough to satisfy all twenty mins of the average human attention-span. If your attention span is less than 15 mins, it's ok, i understand why you don't realize that you're hovering about in quicksand:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no pictures. This is due to me having only like 20% left in my lappie batt, so no pictures. And oh, MBM (mie birthday mission) was a success. Thank you for coming, and you're invited again next year, same time, not so same place - make yourselves free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of stuff bought for mie:&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm not telling.&lt;br /&gt;2. Aduish, you tahu baca tak?&lt;br /&gt;3. Honestly, why do you even exist? go click on link, go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me up, i'm free. For those with perverted minds, it means i have spare time on my hands, and will have "yam cha" session with you all. For those who still think otherwise, please, don't call me. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, you whiners! And go go team FiiK for the Estrat Challenge! Anyways, there's a P&amp;amp;G (the company who makes all your kitchen/bathroom cleaners etc, cars, bombs, fighter jets) challenge in march. There's a online test on..till i forgot. but it's soon. Like end of january soon. Go for it i say, for more information, &lt;a href="http://google.com/"&gt;click here:)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. Happy Chinese New Year, and oh Happy belated Ponggal:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Fabes *waves* don't die, well not yet la - i still need that sign off on a clean bill of health to qualify for cheaper insurance:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Rant - David Tennant no longer being Dr.Who. This year - last season. Richard = sad. Better catch the this season, it's bound to be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now, bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! (again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-6059596251288418848?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/6059596251288418848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=6059596251288418848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6059596251288418848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6059596251288418848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/01/oits.html' title='Oits'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-3859205545887939094</id><published>2009-01-02T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:45:50.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SV5N-BUT2_I/AAAAAAAAAsk/ZGJ2wPldX7o/s1600-h/IMAGE_00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SV5N-BUT2_I/AAAAAAAAAsk/ZGJ2wPldX7o/s400/IMAGE_00045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286748740480392178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello humans, and fluff pets alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prickly here, taking over for my human, Richard, for the next two weeks or so. My human is kind of busy (that's what he says) with his finals, so i'm here to take over his job of entertaining all of you. First off, let's start with the introductions, i'm a hedgehog, with limited mobilty, but infinite cuteness. So stare at me, and bewitched:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, let me wish all of you all, Merry belated Christmas, Happy New Year, and to those who wished my human Happy birthday the other day, he asked me to thank all of you all. Although, i would never understand Christmas, and the habit of drinking till you're drunk, hedgehogs can't get drunk you see, and i would at most, be drenched in alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of other things which i am quite afraid of, list below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fire. Yup, i'm afraid of fire. Mainly cause i can't roll about to put it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Water. I hate getting wet, mainly cause i'm part gremlin. So i get dry washed every now and then. And yes, to those single hot hedgehog ladies out there, i do smell oh-so-good:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cats. they like to claw me and all. I have fought off quite a few in my lifetime, and i'm quite proud to say that i have gotten through all of them unharmed. So there, nice smelling, cute and brave, what more does a lady want from a hedgehog? (i can uze teh inzernets 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that i love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleeping. To store up enough energy to fight cats. I need all the rest i can get!&lt;br /&gt;2. Gathering info, so i stare about a bit.&lt;br /&gt;3. Daze people with my cuteness. It works like a charm. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies (hedgehog or not), i'm still very much available. And if you're older than i am, don't fret, age is not a barrier for me. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I shall return with another post soon, i have to go wake my human now to do the rest of his ARIMA models, else he will fail his test. Lazy human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people! (and fluff!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-3859205545887939094?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/3859205545887939094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=3859205545887939094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3859205545887939094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3859205545887939094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2009/01/greetings.html' title='Greetings.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SV5N-BUT2_I/AAAAAAAAAsk/ZGJ2wPldX7o/s72-c/IMAGE_00045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-1594056759874607903</id><published>2008-12-20T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T03:19:10.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The christmas post.</title><content type='html'>The fourth post for this month and probably the last one till the year comes to a close. Why? Cause my uni, being the lovely uni it is, only gave us one day off for christmas. Whereas it was at least a week for Raya, one "unofficial" week for CNY, and at least 3 days for Deepavali. I hate being stuck in such a rut. But hey, Christmas is about forgiving, so i forgive you, my dear uni, and to a certain extent, for having finals in early january as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know christmas is kinda like fried chicken. You love it to the bits, even if you deny it publicly, you still yearn and crave for it. Why? You love it cause it's oh-so-delicious. You hate it cause it's superbly dangerous to your health. Kapish? No? Metaphors are hard to understand so let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great things about christmas, the people, the food and the atmosphere, all comes at a price, for most of us, the price is rather steep. House cleaning for a week, the labourous setting up, and de-stetting down a fir tree, the endless hours labouring away in the kitchen. Not to mention the utter insane job of hosting so many people, and telling them that one funny Christmas story you have about Uncle Ted for the umpteenth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The largest poison is, the presents. You see, people have this notion that if you know and care about them, you should know what to get them for christmas - which is very untrue. Lol. So yea, while we love the presents that we recieve, deep down inside, you'd be cursing to as why the hell they bought you that ugly sweater - it's sunny all year in Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all me bitching about Christmas, i love it. I honestly do. There's no two ways around it. So gear up people, (maybe you can catch those fake christmas snow in Midv if you hurry). And dont forget the pressies. Me parents will be away for christmas anyway, and my bro will theoratically only be done with his finals on christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I've got quizzes on 23rd and 24th, plus an assignment to pass up on the 26th. Hahaha. I consider that my present to my lecturers, me being a good kid and all (please, no sarcasm is needed). *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Merry Christmas to all of you, and a happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. if someone asks you to taste some eggnog, please do gently decline the offer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-1594056759874607903?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/1594056759874607903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=1594056759874607903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1594056759874607903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1594056759874607903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-post.html' title='The christmas post.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-3991662078206188759</id><published>2008-12-09T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:24.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not The Post That You Want To Read</title><content type='html'>Christmas is around the corner. Lovely lights, green fir trees and brightly wrapped presents under it. What else could be better aye? *grins* the roast chicken in the oven, the untold number of dishes on the table, and of course, the liquor and the companionship that you enjoy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the point where you sorta bought the wrong size shirt for Dad, the wrong colour socks for Mom, the wrong video game for Bro, and the wrong colour iPod for the Sis. But no matter, they'll love you for it, and give you the wrong watch design that you have been craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be happy alright? It's not all that bad. I'm not asking you to be contented or stay in that rut that you are finding yourself in or anything. But for once a year, perhaps there is a little bit more to be happy about. Maybe there is a silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this kid called Daourt. You see, he's just a normal kid, like you and me. He loves the holidays and he loves the people around him. He loves food, and he loves getting presents. You should have little bit more faith in people like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been bounced around from foster home to foster home, loving people - but never getting anything in return. Blew every cent he earns on the people that are around him, but they will never thank him, they curse him for the lousy crap he'd gotten them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves food, but he never really gets anything decent, maybe a few scraps every now and then, but hey, he's thankful for everything. The part where he loves getting presents? Yea, that's true, there's a small detail missing, he's never gotten one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith. The very stuff that they teach in religion and in virtues and denounce in terrorist camps. The very foundation of the relationship in this world is based on that. I hate to see that a kid, with no proper education, no love in his life, no guidance, no spark - would dare to gamble on the human race more than anyone who has ever had a hug in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not? Take that little step, take that little leap. Go hug someone. *as long as it isn't me, i'm good with it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh, it's my turn to take good care of Prickly this time. You can see the joy on his face when he's riding the train for the first time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ST53S6vpx5I/AAAAAAAAAiU/XObuujUb-7U/s1600-h/Prickly+on+train.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ST53S6vpx5I/AAAAAAAAAiU/XObuujUb-7U/s400/Prickly+on+train.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277786980215277458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Did i mention that i find green tea strangely addictive? Not the sushi king kind, the one that you make yourself. Oh well:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-3991662078206188759?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/3991662078206188759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=3991662078206188759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3991662078206188759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3991662078206188759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-post-that-you-want-to-read.html' title='Not The Post That You Want To Read'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/ST53S6vpx5I/AAAAAAAAAiU/XObuujUb-7U/s72-c/Prickly+on+train.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-3083672922619996324</id><published>2008-12-03T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:37:46.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grin, and your teeth might fall out</title><content type='html'>I learned a few things in uni last week, which might interest you. Well, maybe not as much, but hey, complain all you want:) Be my guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Time Series Analysis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your St is a smoothed error"&lt;br /&gt;Yup, very true. Just not mine, i checked. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tax Planning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some services can be taxed, some services cannot be taxed"&lt;br /&gt;"Only half of entertainment charges can be exempted from tax"&lt;br /&gt;"I like people who have long job titles, say Miss so and so, accountant, consultant, manager executive and others. It's always the others that interests me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All courtesy of my lecturer:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Monte Carlo Simulation Techniques,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rainbows are made from refractions of light"&lt;br /&gt;"The tides are due to the gravity of the moon"&lt;br /&gt;"My son got 5a's in his UPSR"&lt;br /&gt;All of which, is not related to Monte Carlo. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, i actually found the Annual Eurasian Bazaar held at the Eurasian Association in downtown KL on last Sunday. I took photos (of food mainly), but the TmNet doesn't permit me to upload any pictures at this time (or any other time for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the lack of photos, i now owe you roughly 82719 number of words. But i know how much you loathe people rambling on, so i shall spare you (and myself) the trouble. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, urm, a few people to add to the december birthday list. Mus-Id (i tak tahu spell your full name), and Steph Liew Couzie, and Keith!(that is how you have to say his name), and LAM, and Mein Mein. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, i'm getting the hang of putting together a relationship network with using unknown variables, linking these networks with others and also finding out the cause-effect relationships that is caused by certain events or rifts in the relationships. Yup, you heard me, Mus, Steve, Mashyur and Andrew. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it for now. And oh to Fabes, please don't refer to yourself as Fabes, let us do that. It makes you sound gay. Call me when you crash land in Malaysia aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-3083672922619996324?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/3083672922619996324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=3083672922619996324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3083672922619996324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3083672922619996324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/12/grin-and-your-teeth-might-fall-out.html' title='Grin, and your teeth might fall out'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-6098663756052546615</id><published>2008-12-01T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:59:29.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr roar?</title><content type='html'>That's what a certain friend of mine always says when she's frust, for no good reason either. She can rot in her pork filled fantasies, i don't mind:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's a whole load of angry people in the world today. Shootings in Mumbai, people killing others because they snore, a WalMart employee being trampled to death during the Black Friday thingie (ok, that's more out of sales mass panic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, everyone's got a lot of things to be angry about. I'm angry about a few things. Actually, i'm angry about less than 5 things in the world, but i do get a little bit more than average-ly annoyed with everything else. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance, people who don't use coasters. I mean, what's up with that? Honestly, if you're sitting on me table, and you pour yourself a cold drink and leave it on my 12361872year old oak hand crafted table, i will hunt you down, and make you water a damned oak for 126371823 years. Yup. Maybe the Big Guy can give you a pass to come down (or come up) to water the oak:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of a story. About this little ogre who lived on a stone. He loved the stone so much, that he named it Gilberaline. His name was Gilbert, so you know the drill. Anyway, one day the stone fell ill, and our dear ogre was at a loss for what to do. (I would be the same too). So he gathered up some flat growing fungus, and placed it all over Gilberaline, and she got better! That's why we have moss all over stones today, thanks to dear old Gilbert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no, there is a point to this story. i just can't think of one right now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that gets me a wee bit over the top is when people tell you that this certain coffee has a slight taste of choco/vanilla/whatever in it when you brew it. The problem is, when you brew it and taste nothing but coffee, they tell you it's because you're brewing it all wrong. which brings me to another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is mainly about a tiny snail near the ocean. You see, dear old Ashcrumbs always loved the ocean, and well, it's kinda hard if you have this huge calcium house over your back all the time. So Jiump, the starfish, help him escape from the house that his parents put him in. And who would have known, Ashcrumbs was an excellent swimmer, and ta-da, he is now known as Zazzy, the eel:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is that, unagi is eel, so when you order unagi sushi, it's eel sushi. And you're eating one of Zazzy's babies' babies' babies' babies'...... babies' baby. So shame on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what i mean to say was, if you're angry, and there's no secret little teddy in the closet that can calm you down, feel free to bite down a pillow. Hey, at least you will  still have all your teeth. And oh, try to tickle a bulldog. It definitely works. You'd either be in an awful lot of pain, or too tired from running to be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Cheers people!&lt;br /&gt;be good:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-6098663756052546615?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/6098663756052546615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=6098663756052546615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6098663756052546615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6098663756052546615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/12/grrr-roar.html' title='Grrr roar?'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-6041031873487615739</id><published>2008-11-27T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:15:24.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tack Toe</title><content type='html'>So one day, there was this guy who went ski-ing. On his way down, he, being the amateur ski-er that he is, disregarded this huge pile of snow in front of him, thinking that he would just be able to slush it over, like in the cartoons ya know. But like in the cartoons, there was this huge gigantic rock embedded into the snow and was only lightly covered by snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAM POW&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KABLAM&lt;/span&gt;!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ski-er hurt his ankle and accidentally twisted his shoulder while falling down, which is a whole load of ouchie. But you see, our man is a fighter (which is why everyone reading this now is rooting for him). He gets up on his hurt ankle and tries to ski his way down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and slowly - step by excruciating step he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rested at this oak tree, and being the stupid hero that we all love, a whole load of snow fell on his head and shoulders (which caused another ouchie). Now our ski-er is cold, broken and some might say, in a whole load of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, the inn in just another 2 miles downhill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on and on he goes, trying to manouver his way aroud the slalom made out of branches and more hidden rocks, and also a yeti(which he didn't notice). In the process of this highly painful and draining trip, he got thirsty, so he ate some snow - which gave him instant brain freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don't we just love heroes who have no common sense?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all of the sudden, the inn was in sight. And he summons up every bit of bravado he has in his tiny little stash of "hero-powers-vault" and charges to the inn, pushing aside a seal, a penguin and a polar bear (which he didn't see either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, he did stop by the wolly mammoth - apparently he has a thing for furry animals, so he gave the mammoth a hug and a kiss before he went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally reached the door, and went straight to the bar, and ordered hot choco, and there was a kind doctor who was attending to his wounds &amp;amp; injuries. The inn keeper was so amazed by his resolution, that he set him up in the sultan-suite for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All well, ends well.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is, don't ever order your steak well done, that would mean you're an imbecile and your steak knife will most probably fly into your date's soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, don't drink hot choco in one go while it's pipping hot. You will see how much our ski-er will suffer in the suite, simply because he burnt his tongue and could not speak. (Did i not mention that the inn keeper's gay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, since you have the time to read this lovely story of mine, why not spare a few other minutes to help the needy people around you. It will make your day, and their's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. if you don't do good, you'd be like this dollar-head selfish nut who gets eaten by a crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;[Via &lt;a href="http://villageofjoy.com/20-strange-sculptures-part-i/"&gt;VillageOfJoy&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SS9hgvwhURI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3srpWcMeeXM/s1600-h/20-strange-sculptures-pI-crocodile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SS9hgvwhURI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3srpWcMeeXM/s400/20-strange-sculptures-pI-crocodile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273540903877824786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;!! or be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EATEN&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-6041031873487615739?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/6041031873487615739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=6041031873487615739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6041031873487615739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6041031873487615739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/11/tick-tack-toe.html' title='Tick Tack Toe'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SS9hgvwhURI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3srpWcMeeXM/s72-c/20-strange-sculptures-pI-crocodile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-1339368664294911152</id><published>2008-11-23T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T06:32:10.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend getaway</title><content type='html'>The weekend came and went nicely. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, for Chee Wei's knowledge, i had chicken/pork curry on saturday and bak kut teh on sunday. This is a pic of the curry thing, i forgot about the bak kut teh though. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SSlosDC7AiI/AAAAAAAAAh8/lr1_dkOrQPA/s1600-h/DSC01052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SSlosDC7AiI/AAAAAAAAAh8/lr1_dkOrQPA/s400/DSC01052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271859944754971170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering what is inside that silver plate thing, it's the leftover pork filling (for the pang susie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, me, mie and mom baked "pang susie" on saturday for goay's bday. (note: goay is one of two people in the world whom which i refer to with their middle name, the other's "Kok", from Liow Kok Hong, heads still turn after years of yelling "KOK!!" in public)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, "Pang Susie" or rather, for the chinese people - "Susie Peng", or for the english-only people, susie's kuih. (*grins*) It is a pastry of sorts, by the eurasians, has a filling of spiced pork, with an outer layer of mashed sweet potato&amp;amp;flour&amp;amp;brandy. So yea, for those muslims, it's a double whammy of "haram-ness", it would be triple "haram" if you did yoga after eating it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fabian. I'm not missing. You are. Have you called your parents lately? *takes cue from all those balik kampung advertisments* To Kumi - stop failing. i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone else, happy birthday to you. Eelyn, if you're reading this, happy bday to you, and dont be flattered, i only remembered cause your bday is close to me mom's:) And yew jin also. And ywei also. And Aunty Wen Shuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I didn't disappear:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-1339368664294911152?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/1339368664294911152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=1339368664294911152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1339368664294911152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1339368664294911152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-getaway.html' title='Weekend getaway'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SSlosDC7AiI/AAAAAAAAAh8/lr1_dkOrQPA/s72-c/DSC01052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-6436521834196927405</id><published>2008-11-15T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:14:13.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one where you can't complain</title><content type='html'>Ok. Short post - cause i'm feeling guilty for not blogging. There's this site which has a number of vanity plates on show. I know which one's for who. [Via &lt;a href="http://horriblelicenseplates.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vanity Plates&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6QE8DusKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/n33MnOciu8w/s1600-h/HTMBR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6QE8DusKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/n33MnOciu8w/s400/HTMBR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268807028585705634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chee Wei's and Choon Keet's most likely vanity plates:) Hot Member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6RpcWYKtI/AAAAAAAAAh0/n9wzIHbhe74/s1600-h/slker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6RpcWYKtI/AAAAAAAAAh0/n9wzIHbhe74/s400/slker.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268808755240774354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kok Hong &amp;amp; Steve. Slackers, and they aren't shy to admit it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6QE5usylI/AAAAAAAAAhE/yIev4x03xLY/s1600-h/IMDRAMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6QE5usylI/AAAAAAAAAhE/yIev4x03xLY/s400/IMDRAMA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268807027960629842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hui Mei//Astrid//Anne. Yup. You are drama:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6QfYUpoaI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ADDVaw3uFAw/s1600-h/pms24-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6QfYUpoaI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ADDVaw3uFAw/s400/pms24-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268807482849468834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is KUMARAN!! DEFINATELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6QfDIy4aI/AAAAAAAAAhU/2TfKdj2KKrQ/s1600-h/muahahahaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6QfDIy4aI/AAAAAAAAAhU/2TfKdj2KKrQ/s400/muahahahaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268807477162598818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is for me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6QFGiobAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/aq2UWWiVCMk/s1600-h/kthxbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6QFGiobAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/aq2UWWiVCMk/s400/kthxbye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268807031399672834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ini...Laura and Shea (Kthxbye! Peeps!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6Qfai5VCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zXs3oFOMbMg/s1600-h/omg+move%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6Qfai5VCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zXs3oFOMbMg/s400/omg+move%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268807483446088738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BITCH! MOVE! This applies to all of us la, mainly jas, who loves the immortal words&lt;br /&gt;"OMG! WTFBBQSFIWCD!!"&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cheers people:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-6436521834196927405?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/6436521834196927405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=6436521834196927405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6436521834196927405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6436521834196927405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-where-you-cant-complain.html' title='The one where you can&apos;t complain'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SR6QE8DusKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/n33MnOciu8w/s72-c/HTMBR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-6812738599479827146</id><published>2008-11-05T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:49:39.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh, again ar?</title><content type='html'>Yup. Second post in two consecutive days. Weird aye? Not as weird as most things but if you insist that it's one of the world's 12842 wonders, then i will not stop you. (oh, remember that Nobel Peace thing that i want, yes, you can nominate me too) *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, B.Obama won. No real surprises there, but i had the butterflies in me head the whole time. Like how the first Malaysian Idol competition was held, and J.Victor was the oh-so-obvious winner, but had the jitters, so i sent in like 20 votes for her, mom forced me to send another ten. But in this case, i could do nothing but watch, and hope something happens. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, unto normal life as usual now. No more campaigning, no more hearing how much of a maverick McCain is. No more politiking-about, unless it's about who is going to be Najib's number two. But I'm no good at local politics, so i'd leave that to Chee Wei, if he ever updates his damned blog. Or Taufik, if he ever decides that being a imaginary manager of Manyoo is too small to fit his ginourmous talent for writing. (don't tell him i said that, he'd kembang terus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SRFkuEVRK3I/AAAAAAAAAgU/MDNWA36U8iM/s1600-h/taufik+kembang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SRFkuEVRK3I/AAAAAAAAAgU/MDNWA36U8iM/s400/taufik+kembang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265100181972527986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taufik Kembang :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, i wanna talk about the pasar malam. Yup, the night market - the royal place of all things delicious and pretty, and yet - you will never ask yourself, "Where do they get these stuff?". Basically cause you know the answer, it's from china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, things are different now in the age of globalization. Examples are as you can read, =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Of course, finding something that is not made in china, especially toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SRFl1UNd_qI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZhQIqpoCKhc/s1600-h/not+made+in+china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SRFl1UNd_qI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZhQIqpoCKhc/s400/not+made+in+china.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265101406005493410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not finding a chinese person in any country in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Malaysians not staring at an accident (ok, that's just cause i was pist at stupid jam just now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Finding a rubber latex glove not made in Malaysia (We do control 70% of the world's output, or more. So there is no CSI without Malaysia! Hah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SRFo1iVl02I/AAAAAAAAAg0/gbow1Udwiuc/s1600-h/mbcn815l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SRFo1iVl02I/AAAAAAAAAg0/gbow1Udwiuc/s400/mbcn815l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265104708332540770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not like that will ever happen...right? And oh oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SRFo1SOScBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/38p090s7j8A/s1600-h/poor+puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SRFo1SOScBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/38p090s7j8A/s400/poor+puppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265104704006942738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And also....loads of puppies suffer because of us. Poor puppies:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You know Top Gear UK? Well, there is an equivalent Aussie version, Top Gear Australia. And you know the "Star in a reasonably priced car" segment on the show? Well, Top Gear Aussie has one too. It's called "Bog Standard Car". Where's the punchline you ask? Well, this my friends, is the "Standard Car".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SRFo05nIoDI/AAAAAAAAAgk/YTIR_ZQgG24/s1600-h/Satria-Neo-Red-Track.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SRFo05nIoDI/AAAAAAAAAgk/YTIR_ZQgG24/s400/Satria-Neo-Red-Track.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265104697400270898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An official photo from the show, with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATRIA NEO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud. At least we can make standard cars:) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, enough about this, i've got a acar nyonya recipe to ask me mom. And no you can't have it, without prior approval from mom - which means, she has got to get to know you first. *grins* good news is, if you come over to get to know mom, you get free food. Now who said that goodness comes with a price tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who had good results, well kudos to you. For those who didn't do too well, there's always supp. Call me if you need tutoring, i'd be sure to strap the book to your face for a week:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-6812738599479827146?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/6812738599479827146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=6812738599479827146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6812738599479827146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6812738599479827146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/11/eh-again-ar.html' title='Eh, again ar?'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SRFkuEVRK3I/AAAAAAAAAgU/MDNWA36U8iM/s72-c/taufik+kembang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-5819315958005689358</id><published>2008-11-04T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:50:42.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the grandpa now?</title><content type='html'>The thing is, i'm aging, and it's happening real fast. Lol. This has not been helped by Jas' weird actions which has, by her own words, labeled herself as a "Si Lai", or a housewife of sorts:) *grins* Anyways, it's the last week of hols, and i dare say it's been a lovely one, doing nothing spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that good? Well, i didn't risk breaking my leg or an arm (again!), although i did had a minor black out (my first one *beams*),after a little fall involving a very blur-just-awoken Richard and the immoveable cabinet outside the bathroom. So me, faint, blood on floor and right foot = getting pampered by mom. Awww. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i've got so much to say, but not much organization in how i wanna say them. But tomorrow, we will all know the answer to the question posed 2 years ago. Who will be the next President of the USA? Will it be Palin-McCain, or Obama-Biden? Either one will be monumental, but the thing is...i'm kinda hoping for Obama to clinch it. This is the first time i've whined about this, so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. It would be gound-breaking! Honestly. And do you know how many people would be aiming to knock Obama out once he's in office? It would make an excellent action movie. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He's got funk. Loads of it. Probably will reach 70 and still look like one of em' Rolling Stones:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He loves his grand-mom. So there's my vote right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He's from Hawaii! Honestly, i always wanted a Hawaiian President. Imagine if our PM is from Redang. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He dresses sharply.  I like a sharp dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Biden takes the train home every night. If any one of our ministers did that, my eyes would pop out, and i'd scream bloody murder. Well, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that's all ridiculous right? The real stuff starts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taxes. Obama's taxes = 1/2 of McCain's taxes.&lt;br /&gt;This is easy math, less tax = more American spending = better economy. (I mean, you do know that americans are the biggest spenders in the world right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Obama wants the troops back from Afgan, McCain still wants them there. For me, i just want it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. McCain is 70 with numerous health situations. Obama is looking rather fit. So if McCain wins, and something puts him out for a period of time, guess who will be President? Palin of course:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Obama is better around computers than McCain. His social-networking-campaigning website, my.barackobama.com is phenomenal, so he gets my vote, just by being internet-savvy. And oh, McCain claimed to have created the blackberry. Sure:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It only right for a party who screwed up, and bore witness to an afgan war, the credit crunch, and some say the high price of fuel, - to step down and let the other party take the reins, if it doesn't work out, you can still take it back later, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. McCain + Palin attacked Obama's integrity, i mean, that's just short-handed, and not respected at all. Grow up, what are you? 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. Anyways, if you think what i have said is slander, there are far more slanderous things being said all over:) Go Obama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SRA21Cgwj9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/AN9S3f6w11E/s1600-h/b.o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SRA21Cgwj9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/AN9S3f6w11E/s400/b.o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264768249231347666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obama is Superman. Right enough. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-5819315958005689358?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/5819315958005689358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=5819315958005689358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5819315958005689358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5819315958005689358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/11/whos-grandpa-now.html' title='Who&apos;s the grandpa now?'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SRA21Cgwj9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/AN9S3f6w11E/s72-c/b.o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-4610557827072873198</id><published>2008-10-28T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T05:29:43.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a dark and stormy night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQb9r5nXqgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/UhG-54q7s-Y/s1600-h/dark+and+stormy+snoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQb9r5nXqgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/UhG-54q7s-Y/s400/dark+and+stormy+snoopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262172145271155202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how Snoopy always sits on his dog-house and has his typewriter out and tries to write something? "It was a dark and stormy night" is always the scene i remember best:) I love it. Quotes are something that people can always relate to, and believe it or not, the funniest quotes in the world comes from one of the brightest minds in the world, never mind that he is German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you sit with a nice girl for two hours, it seems like two minutes. When you sit on a hot stove for two minutes, it seems like two hours -  that's relativity."&lt;br /&gt;-Albert Einstein- ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, since Halloween is just around the corner, i thought that it would be fun to have a few pieces of furniture to spice up your house for those pesky visitors:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Via &lt;a href="http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/19495"&gt;Mental_Floss1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/6333"&gt;Mental_Floss2&lt;/a&gt;] (more at the links)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQcBAwlTS0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/PriFKfQW0FQ/s1600-h/knifed+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQcBAwlTS0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/PriFKfQW0FQ/s400/knifed+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262175802158697282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm pretty sure i saw this one at One U once. hehehe. Way to go for a knife stand:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQcBAKLmssI/AAAAAAAAAfk/hZiOlDcgBU8/s1600-h/curtain+killer%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQcBAKLmssI/AAAAAAAAAfk/hZiOlDcgBU8/s400/curtain+killer%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262175791850369730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A shower curtain like that will definitely get you shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQcBAsMetmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XcplgT276I4/s1600-h/hanged+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQcBAsMetmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XcplgT276I4/s400/hanged+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262175800980846178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hanged man lamp. It's so cute! in a weird and psychotic way. I want one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, little known fact. Pretzels is actually a true and through Christian-motive-food thingie. It was made to represent kids who have their arms folded in prayer. Weird huh? Anyways, Pretzel bakers have a coat-of-arms given to them by the Viennese King - it was said that pretzel bakers working in some basement were alerted to the digging sounds of the Turks that were invading the city. So they told the army, and the attack was thwarted. So they got a coat-of-arms. Lovely! I want one too, with machine guns, nukes and lightsabers adorning the symbol. Damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQcCe8rO6nI/AAAAAAAAAf8/F3zxrwE3o_o/s1600-h/wappen.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQcCe8rO6nI/AAAAAAAAAf8/F3zxrwE3o_o/s400/wappen.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262177420312504946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You only get to wear this coat-of-arms if you bake pretzels for a living:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, that's it. I think i have blogged far more than i ever harve during the course of my holidays. Weird. Anyways, i have a foot injury to tend to. Did i mention Beckham's coming to AC Milan? I can't imagine why. Let me put it down for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few footballing skills that are associated with a midfield player (which Beckham is). And here's the list of people who can do it a gazillion times better than Beckham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting - He is far worse than Kaka, Ronaldinho, Seedorf and Pirlo.&lt;br /&gt;Dribbling - Same list as above.&lt;br /&gt;Tackling - Gattuso and Ambrosini (and some say Seedorf!)&lt;br /&gt;Crossing - Er....Milan don't play crosses so much.&lt;br /&gt;Passing - Pirlo, hands down. and Kaka. And Ronaldinho, heck the whole team is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for David's Forte, Freekicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Kaka&lt;br /&gt;(former World Player of The Year, Brazil and Milan's saviour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldinho&lt;br /&gt;(Also former World Player of The Year, King of "How the F*** did he do that?!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirlo&lt;br /&gt;(is said to be a Vampire, and also the freekick genius of Italy and Milan, regarded as Italy's not-so-secret weapon of mass destruction.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seedorf&lt;br /&gt;(Of Dutch-Surinamese, a rumoured country of ninja like football players who love to sneak in behind players. Hell, even 98% of the world has never seen Suriname before! even during his non-prime periods, his freekick is sublime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shevchenko&lt;br /&gt;(There is only two reasons why people know Ukraine, because of it's past and because of Shevchenko. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Beckham, you can train with Milan, we would also appreciate the loads of jerseys that you will help sell to fund your stay in Italy, and i hope you have a lovely experience being chased down by Gattuso - and not pee in your shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQcFbY2evnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/NsZgLEHfsCU/s1600-h/gattuso+-+Grrrr%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQcFbY2evnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/NsZgLEHfsCU/s400/gattuso+-+Grrrr%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262180657691278962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Davide!! I told you not to leave your towel hanging on my locker door!! GRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Forza Beckham! ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-4610557827072873198?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/4610557827072873198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=4610557827072873198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/4610557827072873198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/4610557827072873198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-was-dark-and-stormy-night.html' title='It was a dark and stormy night'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQb9r5nXqgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/UhG-54q7s-Y/s72-c/dark+and+stormy+snoopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-4711525617291193223</id><published>2008-10-24T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T04:25:30.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponte?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQGnVdluvZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/dSiTXgF8DaE/s1600-h/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQGnVdluvZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/dSiTXgF8DaE/s400/DSC01042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260669826907422098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. (Pronounced Pon-tEh). That is what this dish is called:) *or so i think la, i forgot. =P* the thing is that people complain *some or most of the time* that i don't bring them makan my sort of traditional food. So lo and behold! Mom cooked one today:) it's this lovely dish, that consists of god knows how many spices, either chicken or pork or beef or all of them, and potatoes. The dish itself is sourish a bit, full of taste:) and a lot of other tastes. The mushroom is juicy, and the potatoes are sweet and the meat is savoury. Isk, hard to explain la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, the day begins again! I was at Swensen's today, and it has changed! The one in ss2 i mean. From a cramped looking run-down place to a lovely sakai-ed up restaurant (i mean that in a good way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQGnV495dWI/AAAAAAAAAfE/X-P2BYp8zio/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQGnV495dWI/AAAAAAAAAfE/X-P2BYp8zio/s400/DSC01045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260669834256545122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the upstairs part of the swensens la. I went to the restroom...then took a look around and see no one, then i took photo. No it is not a vanity shot. And i'm no posing. Just so happen got cicak on the wall, then i looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQGr2qAyq1I/AAAAAAAAAfU/hgySk5U2NlE/s1600-h/DSC00689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQGr2qAyq1I/AAAAAAAAAfU/hgySk5U2NlE/s400/DSC00689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260674795224345426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FYI, i dont know who that guy in the corner is. lol. Oh well, the interior looks nice right? Exactly like a Secret Recipe rip-off. But hey, even Jag XKF is a knock-off from Aston, it's never a bad thing to imitate others:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQGr2DuXANI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Nu9-z-7B9L8/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQGr2DuXANI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Nu9-z-7B9L8/s400/DSC00688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260674784946487506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini, bukan i ambik. Bukan i posing syok sendiri. Not like a certain choco-eating closet monster:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQGnVm7grVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/XapvW5wYuWI/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQGnVm7grVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/XapvW5wYuWI/s400/DSC01043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260669829414694226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gold Rush wor, Butterscotch and Choco. Lovely, took me too long to makan though, busy talking nonsense. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, unto non-photo thingies. You know how i de-nounce the bands that have recently been made popular, dashboard confessional, plain white tees, death cab by cutie, and secondhand serenade. I was a huge huge fan, until they became popular. And when they went mainstream, i was like...."JUDAS!!". But deep down inside, i am like "You go guys:) you deserved it". Now, *crosses fingers for Armor For Sleep, if they are still alive*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that, today i nampak cerita about Manolo Blahnik in the papers and i was like... hehehe. I first heard about them in a Jay-Z song. Also, i heard Jimmy Choo's in a rap song. And Burberry? Yup, another Jay-Z song. It seems like these rappers have the know-in of the most luxurious stuff on the planet. Too bad they haven't discovered Char Kuey Teow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Char Kuey Teow, my fav stall got featured in Star Metro the other day:) :) hahahahha. See! i'm not the only one who thinks it's delicious. Oh well, too bad most of you guys are missing out on it. *poor you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the latest slew of Digi adverts lately? (i kinda like the Harith's for Celcom), which takes me to the people working for these telco companies. Who la i kenal in this places? For one, Jaspattay's Gan is in Digi, i know the crazy-raving-ranting-queen of Maxis is Astrid. And Celcom... tak tahu. lol *Kan Shea ade intern kat sana kan?* Anyways, it's the company that makes up the employees of the company. *entah apa i blabbering now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura doesn't count for Digi. And since Laura doesn't count, Tharan also cannot count, only because he's just Laura's umbrella boy:) Awww. Nice job either way:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Psst, i heard Kumi's selling Muruku's for Diwali, though it may not get through customs as Kumi's cooking is rather special, but you can try!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me? Going no where, doing nothing:) Gotta love the hols, don't you? Anyways, Happy Holidays and Happy Diwali. Eat more Lemang. I mean..Muruku (just make sure it's not from Kumi though *grins*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-4711525617291193223?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/4711525617291193223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=4711525617291193223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/4711525617291193223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/4711525617291193223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/10/ponte.html' title='Ponte?'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SQGnVdluvZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/dSiTXgF8DaE/s72-c/DSC01042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-5558202620058150761</id><published>2008-10-23T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T02:29:31.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know i said i wouldn't, but then again</title><content type='html'>Well, hello all. I'm sitting at the local watering-hole of my area with Mie, and she's studying for her mid term leaving me to fend for myself. And i'm bored. It's ok i guess. I've exhausted my list of bookmarks already, and trust me, it's a long one. Though i have no intentions of reading Perez Hilton's due to fear of brain damage and such. So yea, all the tech, footie, biz, finance, and nonsenses have i drained up and locked into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...let me inform you of a little thingie that i do when i do have the time, i watch tv shows. Maybe a little bit more than most people. Just let me list down the shows available in my tv.com profile, in an alphabetical order  no less:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. American Chopper&lt;br /&gt;2. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;3. Bones&lt;br /&gt;4. CSI Vegas&lt;br /&gt;5. CSI Miami&lt;br /&gt;6. CSI NY&lt;br /&gt;7. Cold Case&lt;br /&gt;8. Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;9. Dirty Jobs&lt;br /&gt;10. Dr. Who (2005)&lt;br /&gt;11. Eleventh Hour&lt;br /&gt;12. Eureka!&lt;br /&gt;13. Fifth Gear&lt;br /&gt;14. Flashpoint&lt;br /&gt;15. Fringe&lt;br /&gt;16. Future Weapons&lt;br /&gt;17. Hell's Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;18. Heroes&lt;br /&gt;19. House&lt;br /&gt;20. Knight Rider&lt;br /&gt;21. The Mentalist&lt;br /&gt;22. Merlin (UK)&lt;br /&gt;23. The Middleman&lt;br /&gt;24. Monk&lt;br /&gt;25. Mythbusters&lt;br /&gt;26. NCIS&lt;br /&gt;27. Numb3r's.&lt;br /&gt;28. Sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;29. So You Think You Can Dance (USA)&lt;br /&gt;30. Star Wars: Clone Wars&lt;br /&gt;31. SuperNatural.&lt;br /&gt;32. Top Gear (UK)&lt;br /&gt;33. Without A Trace.&lt;br /&gt;(34 &amp;amp; 35, New Amsterdam, Reaper - they ended season 1, not sure if they are returning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, recommendations then. If you like funnies, always go for The Middleman &amp;amp; Eureka (no, i'm not going to give a sypnosis) and etc etc etc. isk. go watch yourselves. and dont do anything illegal along the way:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav by order currently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. House.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bones.&lt;br /&gt;3. Eureka.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;5. NCIS&lt;br /&gt;6. Dr. Who (2005)&lt;br /&gt;7. Top Gear (UK)&lt;br /&gt;8. CSI NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest, all the same:) hahahahaha. What tv shows do you watch? Or are you one of them people who think that tv shows corrupt the mind? I've learnt loads from tv shows that i didn't know previously, how to to tell if someone is bull-shitting to you - for instance..that tv shows corrupt the mind :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's about it anyways (and i didn't count the mini-series that i watch too!) Have to pick dad from office in a bit, he just got back from conference/meeting thingie in my hometown. *crosses fingers for light traffic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and oh, for those who will complain that this isn't a proper post, it's not. it's a half-timed-baked rant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-5558202620058150761?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/5558202620058150761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=5558202620058150761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5558202620058150761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5558202620058150761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-i-said-i-wouldnt-but-then-again.html' title='i know i said i wouldn&apos;t, but then again'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-1533634000373833412</id><published>2008-10-18T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T04:13:09.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it comes again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my aunt called my mom to tell her that Maybank is going bankrupt cause there is an abnormally long queue in one of the ATM in Malacca, mom inevitably turned to me and said, "Really ar?". I was like "No, don't worry, the Treasury has a insurance plan thingie to cover all deposits under RM60k in our local banks...etc etc etc". Mom looked at me in disbelief, and i told her to hand over the phone and me told aunt "Look aunty, there's no way that Maybank is going bankrupt, and unless you've got a hundred K in your bank, don't sweat it. Really. And please stop listening to people spreading rumours around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who is a stickler for enforcing the law, in fact, i do spout nonsense every now and then, but it's all for plain fun, and never for to put people in full "Paranoid-Conspiracy-Theory" mode. Really, sometimes i think everything's just blown out of proportion, in a very very bad way. It's just crazy to see that a long queue at an ATM would have brought forth such a crazy deduction about the demise of the nation's largest banking institution. Not that i'm saying that they are invincible, but you aren't going to jump off a cliff based on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The other part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i am holiday. Which is always lovely:) and my perception of holiday is doing nothing. at all. ever. *grins* But at the moment i'm still suffering from post-exam-stress, so i feel like a little badger hooked on uppers, with no way to vent it all out. So here goes. It's an extra long post, that should be able to last you(whoever that reads this site) for 3 weeks. So don't complain. If you wanna ask me for something for you to read here's a link that should keep you occupied for the next few hundred years. [&lt;a href="http://google.com/"&gt;READ!&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i recently found out that Yahoo! Search has been de-throned from Prime Minister to Secretary of the State. Of course, you all know that SearchEngineLand is ruled by Google, what you don't know is that Google's little protege, YouTube, is now officially the second most used search engine. So, we use Google to search for our assignments, and YouTube to search for how to tranform our cars into green little machines (and no, it doesn't involve a lot of paint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mention this, but since most of my mates' blogposts are usually 3 lined (with one picture) or one picture with one line (or none) and i have decided to go for it. So did you notice the centered bolded topic? yup. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The other part&lt;/span&gt;" is actually for week two of my absense. Now unto the 3 one:)&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY NO PICTURES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm too lazy to upload any. I'm basically more interested to type out my entire blog post without the use of graphic imagery,. *actually i malas nak upload photo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a shot for you. To put your mind at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPm6hudUVyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/2f3b6h9v6hE/s1600-h/DSC01034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPm6hudUVyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/2f3b6h9v6hE/s400/DSC01034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258439128501212962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. This serene photo taken from inside a facility, where you sit on *fake* leather couches, with astro to keep you company while waiting for your turn. It's fantastic! Really. There's even a place for you to go online and check up on whatever you fancy. So simply take a number and a police officer will be with you soon. Yes, a police officer:) (It's CyberJaya's Police Station btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is lovely isn't it? to have a police station that looks so lovely that it subdues the criminals? Well, it didn't help that all three of the guys who went to file a report over a broken car window and a missing road tax sticker have not spoken malay in 4 years (minimum). In the end we managed to get the report filed, even cracked a joke with the constable on duty. Luckily we didn't get into an accident and only had the window broken. If not the report would be something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Itu lelaki hentam saya dari belakang, mengakibatkan kesakitan yang amat sakit. Lepas itu, ada darah di merata-rata. Kawan-kawan saya pun kena, semua berdarah. Sakit-sakit seluruh badan, tak boleh duduk atau tidur sebab sakit teruk. Kereta saya pun kena. Exhaust pipe saya dia hentam sampai terkeluar dari kereta saya. Dia pula tak ada apa apa, boleh ketawa and dia kata "OH MY GOD! THANK YOU!". Driver itu teruk betul, and tak peduli langsung tentang keadaan saya dan rakan-rakan saya&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that, that's why i encourage PDRM to allow us to file our report in English as well. So that things doesn't get mis-intepreted. Not that i can't speak BM, or write in it, or am not proud to use it, but if you're going to describe a traumatic event, it's best to do it in your first language. Honest. Really. Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extra Extra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, in New York, they have loads of time. Now that the Government has decided to bail them out, so there's not much to be done but wait for the money to fall into place. So they organized a game. Grand prize USD 500, plus bragging rights. The game? Streetwars. Here's a description&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When &lt;a href="http://www.streetwars.net/nyc2008.php" title="Tournament information."&gt;StreetWars started on Sept. 7&lt;/a&gt;, each of the 250-plus contestants was handed a black envelope marked “Shadow Government,” with the name, home address, workplace, e-mail address, cellphone number and photograph of a player to kill by squirting. After each kill, the shooter acquires the dead rival’s target and begins stalking this new person, all the while looking over a shoulder for whoever is hunting him. It is permissible to shoot in self-defense"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPm7_jTXAnI/AAAAAAAAAeE/5Ys29c6I0mU/s1600-h/streetwars.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPm7_jTXAnI/AAAAAAAAAeE/5Ys29c6I0mU/s400/streetwars.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258440740414358130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you guessed it. WaterGuns are used to "kill" people. In fact this game has recieved such nation-wide recognition that, i quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We had a 76-year-old grandmother in San Francisco,” said Mr. Aliquo, who lives in Long Island City, Queens, and now is the events director at &lt;a href="http://thrillist.com/" target="_"&gt;Thrillist.com&lt;/a&gt;, a Web site that distributes daily e-mailed lists of events in various cities. “She got two kills.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFBBQOMFG!! A grandmom? Lol. I would never expect a grandmom to pull out a water-gun and "kill" me. Damned. Read all about it here [&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/27/nyregion/27wars.html?_r=3&amp;amp;pagewanted=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;NYTIMES&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now for the finale (maybe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish all of you people, a Happy Raya, Happy Deepavali and happy eating. Just for your info, Deepavali is not a national holiday in Labuan and also in Sarawak. So don't plan anything for your holidays there. Honest. It's not going to be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm up for anything. You may nominate me for the Nobel Prize if you want too. Really. If a guy can get a Nobel Prize for telling you that people act stupidly when they are investing, i should get a Nobel for telling you that you're an idiot. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, if you're bored and was not impressed with the earlier link, there are a few websites i can point your interest to. Here's one, two blog posts on name cards. I love them! really. Have a look, here's a sample. [&lt;a href="http://larryfire.wordpress.com/2008/08/24/clever-business-cards/"&gt;LarryFire Part 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://larryfire.wordpress.com/2008/08/31/clever-business-cards-part-ii/"&gt;LarryFire Part 2&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPm-ypGWpzI/AAAAAAAAAeM/1sXl9KWYbt0/s1600-h/namecards-1900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPm-ypGWpzI/AAAAAAAAAeM/1sXl9KWYbt0/s400/namecards-1900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258443817167005490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is lovely. Honest:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now unto the other site. You know how sometimes you get stupid signs or warnings on your boxes and such, well there's whole tonne of nonsense in this site [&lt;a href="http://www.darrenbarefoot.com/hall/main.php?g2_page=1"&gt;DarrenBareFoot&lt;/a&gt;] Here's a sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPm_z13rbOI/AAAAAAAAAeU/c3JjLrjd70c/s1600-h/Bathroom-Advice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPm_z13rbOI/AAAAAAAAAeU/c3JjLrjd70c/s400/Bathroom-Advice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258444937286610146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPm_0CXK5KI/AAAAAAAAAec/5akWaDN_dIk/s1600-h/Useful+Advice+from+Marks+and+Sparks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPm_0CXK5KI/AAAAAAAAAec/5akWaDN_dIk/s400/Useful+Advice+from+Marks+and+Sparks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258444940639921314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this site that lists 70 amazing houses from around the world. Which as jaw-dropping. Like this one from their Condo and Townhouse department. Awesome [&lt;a href="http://weburbanist.com/2008/09/09/70-amazing-houses-from-around-the-world"&gt;WebUrbanist&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPnB2z_cayI/AAAAAAAAAek/aYJXlmhH6XI/s1600-h/crazy-condos-urban-cactus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPnB2z_cayI/AAAAAAAAAek/aYJXlmhH6XI/s400/crazy-condos-urban-cactus1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258447187345173282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Basically that is all. Please try to not read it at one go. Because if you do, you might find your shoes that you have been soaking in the washroom to be miraculously cleaned and dried in the morning:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, i so want this license plate for my future car:) [Via &lt;a href="http://royal.pingdom.com/2008/08/25/23-awesome-license-plates-for-computer-geeks/"&gt;RoyalPingdom&lt;/a&gt;] There's more too in the link:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPnDQF3q7vI/AAAAAAAAAes/J0j8i4rQOhg/s1600-h/2786190689_8b85b7f5c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPnDQF3q7vI/AAAAAAAAAes/J0j8i4rQOhg/s400/2786190689_8b85b7f5c8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258448721152765682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy hols too:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-1533634000373833412?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/1533634000373833412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=1533634000373833412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1533634000373833412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1533634000373833412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-it-comes-again.html' title='Here it comes again.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SPm6hudUVyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/2f3b6h9v6hE/s72-c/DSC01034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-2995788472846559235</id><published>2008-10-09T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:12:21.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with the wordings?</title><content type='html'>A name. A string of alphabets made up by people whom you didn't recognize at the time of your birth to identify you with. The thing that sorta sparked me off is that, there are a few names that would immediately jump to the country which they are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Lee (or Li), you would jump to China. You are right, mostly because it is one of the top surnames in China. But when you take Tan (i don't know the equivalent in Mandarin), it would most definitely come from Penang, or close by, i think. the problem starts when you have a country that has been colonized and occupied by so many different countries you'd be startled by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SO4CVhbwQXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lleTWU83I2k/s1600-h/bruce+lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SO4CVhbwQXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lleTWU83I2k/s400/bruce+lee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255140383963234674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance, Philippines. Their more common names are mainly spanish in origin, with Reyes, Torres, and Ramos (yes, they all sound so so familiar, it's because these guys have been representing Spain at one point of their career). You would think, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Raul is a name for a hunky long haired bare chested Spanish dude.&lt;br /&gt;Pierre is some uber-romantic French guy who loves his croissants.&lt;br /&gt;And probably Joe has worked with the Navy Seals and eats raw fish.&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh, Maldini would sound like God. In some ways:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i jumped on this new site, &lt;a href="http://www.publicprofiler.org/worldnames/Main.aspx"&gt;World Names Profiler&lt;/a&gt;, and tried to see where my surname would originate from. They haven't indexed the world fully yet (which means their title is so undeserved), but take a look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SO36Tsws88I/AAAAAAAAAco/8tNmlxA6PCk/s1600-h/surname.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SO36Tsws88I/AAAAAAAAAco/8tNmlxA6PCk/s400/surname.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255131556551128002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my surname was Dutch or Portugese in origin, see see, i might as well be a Canadian. Hrmm. Oh well. nvm that. Unto cars then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cars which i can't afford. But no matter, cause they're pretty to look at anyway, like the Maserati Gran Turismo (yes, i can go on forever, but it really really really is pretty!). Anyways, at the recent French car show, there were a tonne of new concept cars that you would love to see:) like i did, with one particularly catching design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it's not the new lambo estoque (4-door lambo is just weird), but it is the last name you'd ever heard me mention, the Citroen GT Concept. Love it!!!!! Ok, so i've watched way too many cartoons and probably re-watched the new season of Knight Rider a bit too many times, but seriously, this is lovely:) [Via &lt;a href="http://jalopnik.com/photogallery/gtbycitroenlive/"&gt;Jalopnik&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SO39-OHXLQI/AAAAAAAAAc4/S7Yavj8U4Sw/s1600-h/citroen+gt+front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SO39-OHXLQI/AAAAAAAAAc4/S7Yavj8U4Sw/s400/citroen+gt+front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255135585593928962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SO39-FhC2II/AAAAAAAAAcw/T-fCqPb74Q0/s1600-h/Citroen+GT+Back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SO39-FhC2II/AAAAAAAAAcw/T-fCqPb74Q0/s400/Citroen+GT+Back.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255135583285729410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. And oh, there's this theory floating around, men who can't do math actually love math a lot. Yup. Math is like women, you love them a whole lot, but you will never understand them, or know what they want. Me and math, we broke up a few days ago, but we'll make nice soon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SO4BNbS9fII/AAAAAAAAAdI/wmCNEdkXZLI/s1600-h/Math+love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SO4BNbS9fII/AAAAAAAAAdI/wmCNEdkXZLI/s400/Math+love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255139145365159042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, for those who are still studying with me (yes, i know who you are) this is a little encouragement for you for your exams:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SO4BNcXmDPI/AAAAAAAAAdA/0rBsG1W5wEw/s1600-h/funny_math_logic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SO4BNcXmDPI/AAAAAAAAAdA/0rBsG1W5wEw/s400/funny_math_logic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255139145653030130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-2995788472846559235?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/2995788472846559235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=2995788472846559235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2995788472846559235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2995788472846559235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-with-wordings.html' title='What&apos;s with the wordings?'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SO4CVhbwQXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lleTWU83I2k/s72-c/bruce+lee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-5427707665866411222</id><published>2008-09-30T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:27:58.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that weird feeling again</title><content type='html'>You know, the one on Mondays where you sit down at your usual desk and wonder "Why?" and probably give out a sigh along with the words "I hate Mondays". You see, i don't exactly hate Mondays, I see Sundays as the start of the week (till i had to revert my decision that Mondays are the starting day of the week for some person's sake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Monday of course you nitwits), was a little bit more fun to me, not because it's the start of me studying for my finals, or that i have to come back to a ill-forgotten, god-forsaken rut of a place which you might recognize through the name "Cyberjaya". No. It had only one silver lining, and boy, was it a glittery one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how rivalries go? Like Pepsi managed to garner a sucker punch to Coca-cola by signing Henry to do their adverts? Or like how Maxis always gets the better concerts in town at the expense of DiGi (and a certain other telco). Or like how TmNet flexes its muscles and gets 70% of the broadband customers from all its rivals? Well, that's the same with a football derby. And this one's special, this one is between Golden Balls AC Milan vs. The Special One's Inter Milan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a classic. Like how Jack Bauer would have braved the entire day, stop a few nuclear warhead from flying off to Russia, and still not go to the restroom to relieve himself. As epic as possibly the first discovery of dinosaur bones in your backyard, and then having that newly found lizard named after you, something like FabesIsASakaisaurus, or steveBodohsaurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, it's as sweet as those cupcakes you say you love so much. Or those non-revolving sushi bars that you say are lovely. Or even that mamak's nasi lemak ayam that you declare as the nectar of heaven. I wouldn't know that (and i don't eat cupcakes, or love jap food that much). But what i do know is that-what happened was sweet, no matter the bitterness endured before it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it more special was that first time ride on the carousel (which someone almost misplaced) and the 23rd ice-cream flavour made by your favourite ice-cream maker. The scringe on your face when you hear that the pork-chop has vanilla sauce on it, only to realize, that "Hey, it actually tastes good!". The special feeling, almost akin to the empty roads of KL during Hari Raya, where you're the King of the Road, and speed all you want, park where you want - the cops are on hols:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what i'm trying to say is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Milan won 1-0. Inter lost.&lt;br /&gt;2 red cards to Inter.&lt;br /&gt;And Ronaldinho scored (with his head!!)&lt;br /&gt;And Ka-Pa-Ro is back in business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Milan, for making my hopes swell. If you don't win the next match, there's be no more post-match lasagna for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SOIgUMelxmI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_YdmIsvHCxg/s1600-h/11730_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SOIgUMelxmI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_YdmIsvHCxg/s400/11730_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251795646786422370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Ka-Pa-Ro (Pato left, Ronaldinho, Kaka), then Seedorf (who played lovely in defensive mid) and Ambrosini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, SELAMAT HARI RAYA&lt;br /&gt;Maaf kepada Encik Zahir dan Encik Batin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-5427707665866411222?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/5427707665866411222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=5427707665866411222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5427707665866411222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5427707665866411222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-that-weird-feeling-again.html' title='It&apos;s that weird feeling again'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SOIgUMelxmI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_YdmIsvHCxg/s72-c/11730_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-8756754632215644404</id><published>2008-09-14T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:09:32.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics is over. YAY!</title><content type='html'>For me that is, but the Paralympics is still on (in case you didn't know). Anyways, here's my fav picture of the Olympics - it reminds us that, even if you are a fictitious character, shit still happens [Via &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/seven13avenue/"&gt;713 Avenue&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1LMwTnddI/AAAAAAAAAbo/FCvemrAztlY/s1600-h/StormTrooper+Baton+Drop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1LMwTnddI/AAAAAAAAAbo/FCvemrAztlY/s400/StormTrooper+Baton+Drop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245931823454189010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i have been missing a month! Wow. Damned. Only had time do a quick post after my assignments were done, though i still have one more to go + a mid term + a lab test(no, not the one where you dissect lab mice, that's just not ethical.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1MwJC6k0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/ghDebFt_ftA/s1600-h/mutated+grey+mouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1MwJC6k0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/ghDebFt_ftA/s400/mutated+grey+mouse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245933530902074178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unlike some people, who posted a &lt;a href="http://steve-soulshop.blogspot.com/2008/09/jalan-sehala.html"&gt;stupid road sign&lt;/a&gt;, and some lengthy monologue about how he's supposed to save the world, i'm determined to give you a proper post. Afterall, i did went missing. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Random fact of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Roughly 20 people die a year due to shark attacks&lt;br /&gt;Roughly 50 people die due to bees attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!&lt;br /&gt;Roughly 100 people die each year because they choke on their ballpoint pens.&lt;br /&gt;Roughly 20 people a year die trying to shake a vending machine to get free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So....yup. We did it to ourselves really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1MwOuQFmI/AAAAAAAAAbw/3nzNlCQpc_s/s1600-h/damned+vending+machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1MwOuQFmI/AAAAAAAAAbw/3nzNlCQpc_s/s400/damned+vending+machine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245933532426016354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;maybe they tried to get one of these from the vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Controversy of the month.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not the political stuff, that one you can see on CheeWei's blog. I'm talking about Lewis Hamilton. Yes the boy who is too young too drink but is driving a car on speeds that we can only dream off. He really should retain his win, but oh well, doesn't matter. Massa's moving up. I like Massa. ( = unlike the plenty of Miss Gimme Kimi fangirls out there. (Yes, i'm talking about you Jaspattay! and Mei! and Girls!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1Ow2VN4kI/AAAAAAAAAcA/AL3UHg7YNDU/s1600-h/abrn342l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1Ow2VN4kI/AAAAAAAAAcA/AL3UHg7YNDU/s400/abrn342l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245935742081688130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Probably kimi and schuiee when they are older:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Burning Man&lt;br /&gt;It's this thingie that's held each year, with the contributors/exhibitionists putting out their creative works of art on show. There's a catch though, the exhibits have gotta be melded out of metal, and they have got to incoporate some sort of flame thrower:) I love it! Here's a pic, and a link to the 13 most coolest pieces of art ever! [Via &lt;a href="http://matadornights.com/12-coolest-art-installations-in-the-history-of-burning-man/"&gt;MatadorNights&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1Sj12ZgKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/wvo3Fqa1HeU/s1600-h/Mutopia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1Sj12ZgKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/wvo3Fqa1HeU/s400/Mutopia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245939916660637858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mutopia is the name of this one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1Sj2npTCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/kZ9bgw2u2HM/s1600-h/Big+Rig.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1Sj2npTCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/kZ9bgw2u2HM/s400/Big+Rig.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245939916867193890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aptly named "Big Rig". It's mind-bending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Emblems&lt;br /&gt;You know those cool emblems that usually have a skull and bones that are patched on that oh so lucky fighter jet pilot you see in the movies? well, this is by far, the most meaningful emblem. Ever! More here [Via &lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/defense/2007/11/emblems-from-pe.html"&gt;Wired&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1Sjxh5mII/AAAAAAAAAcI/M1LfUx6O9aE/s1600-h/objective+in+sight%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1Sjxh5mII/AAAAAAAAAcI/M1LfUx6O9aE/s400/objective+in+sight%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245939915500918914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. That's all Folks!&lt;br /&gt;No really. That is all:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-8756754632215644404?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/8756754632215644404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=8756754632215644404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/8756754632215644404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/8756754632215644404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/09/olympics-is-over-yay.html' title='Olympics is over. YAY!'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SM1LMwTnddI/AAAAAAAAAbo/FCvemrAztlY/s72-c/StormTrooper+Baton+Drop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-4856058681287731057</id><published>2008-08-19T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:55:19.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what i found!</title><content type='html'>Today, after exams, i surfed the web, in search of inner peace and a tranquil state of mind, and i found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Pirate Bay changed it's name to commemorate the Beijing Olympics, It's now called "Beijing Bay"! (it's more like they are being chased down by the internet fed to take down the olympic torrents.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here's the &lt;a href="http://thepiratebay.org/"&gt;link to the site&lt;/a&gt;, and a pic of the new logo:)&lt;br /&gt;And oh remember, Malaysia is hosting one of Pirate Bay's servers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKp6JJdXImI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XXhGXEbgjx8/s1600-h/beijing+bay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKp6JJdXImI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XXhGXEbgjx8/s400/beijing+bay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236131814348104290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WE ARE ALL BILLIONAIRES! In Zimbabwe that is. With the inflation rate now 2,000,000% (yea, whine about the 7.7% in Malaysia), the Gov there has now printed new bills to make "carrying around" your loose change a wee bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning RM1.00 = 112,286,007,700 Zimbabwean Dollars. Here's a 100 Billion dollar bill. No Kidding. [Source &lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/2008/08/13/news/international/worlds_worst_inflation_spiers.fortune/index.htm?postversion=2008081612"&gt;CNN&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKp5to79-cI/AAAAAAAAAbY/1oWStkrIY-k/s1600-h/zimbabwe_banknote.ap.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKp5to79-cI/AAAAAAAAAbY/1oWStkrIY-k/s400/zimbabwe_banknote.ap.03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236131341761640898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever wanted to have a manga (jap graphic novel) style picture of yourself? No? Doesn't matter, here's a &lt;a href="http://www.faceyourmanga.com/homepage.php?lang=eng"&gt;link to YourFaceManga&lt;/a&gt;, and here's a sample!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKp5bTewBkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9fchwt4QYKk/s1600-h/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKp5bTewBkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9fchwt4QYKk/s400/steve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236131026764301890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably not so same, but close enough for a nut. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-4856058681287731057?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/4856058681287731057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=4856058681287731057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/4856058681287731057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/4856058681287731057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-what-i-found.html' title='Look what i found!'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKp6JJdXImI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XXhGXEbgjx8/s72-c/beijing+bay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-5282707114516306122</id><published>2008-08-15T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:42:52.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend activity list,</title><content type='html'>1. Don't wake up too early in the morning, cause i'd be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKWioc2NjhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/I0W0oxeztlw/s1600-h/grumpy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKWioc2NjhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/I0W0oxeztlw/s400/grumpy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234768957710110226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink coffee. because ya know, coffee is good for you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKWhh3CRy1I/AAAAAAAAAao/nsfYaJZsSRQ/s1600-h/no+coffee+no+workee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKWhh3CRy1I/AAAAAAAAAao/nsfYaJZsSRQ/s400/no+coffee+no+workee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234767744969329490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. While awake, must study this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKWiSgPx7-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/oaiEjTlWE70/s1600-h/finance+text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKWiSgPx7-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/oaiEjTlWE70/s400/finance+text.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234768580665536482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while having coffee because coffee makes you productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKWhh_G9XlI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SuNVcQ-q6Ek/s1600-h/productive+coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 355px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKWhh_G9XlI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SuNVcQ-q6Ek/s400/productive+coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234767747136446034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Every 15 minutes, refresh the link for Mousehunt on facebook, and catch mousies. I have this love hate relationship with this app. and i'm totally addicted. stupid app.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKWhhrHpeQI/AAAAAAAAAag/yfByg-CjkPs/s1600-h/mousehunt%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKWhhrHpeQI/AAAAAAAAAag/yfByg-CjkPs/s400/mousehunt%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234767741770627330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleep. &amp;amp;. coffee. more.  ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKWhhiXWNbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mZnPp6qtvQ8/s1600-h/last-drop+coffee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKWhhiXWNbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mZnPp6qtvQ8/s400/last-drop+coffee.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234767739420554674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't waste a drop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's how weekends will be. Have fun people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-5282707114516306122?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/5282707114516306122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=5282707114516306122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5282707114516306122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5282707114516306122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-activity-list.html' title='Weekend activity list,'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SKWioc2NjhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/I0W0oxeztlw/s72-c/grumpy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-389210954249421876</id><published>2008-08-09T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:15:00.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obituary</title><content type='html'>Our dear old Jaspattay, has vanished in an incident involving an overly "herbed" stew dish at an unknown location yesterday. Those days involving her chasing you down for those lost reports, over-due assignments, and for the sheer fun of it, stalking you in her tiny Viva has now ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know her, she was a no-nonsense tom-boy with no regard for your views on her. That has not changed for the past 15 or so years that i have known her. The sheer glee on her face when she gets to command and order you around stays on till the day that she left us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that she loathes all those skirts, refuses to know how to apply make-up or even try to varnish her own nails, has left her imperfect, but strangely uppped her appeal to most of her clique. Not only that, but any colours that might depict "weakness", such as pink and purple were mostly scorned by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us might miss the crazy lady who did 5000km in her first month with baby Viva, chasing food all across Malaysia (and some say that she actually swam over to Indonesia to taste this weird ox tail soup filled with piranha eyeballs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us might not even blink now that she is gone, considering those times when we shudder at those autocratic manic personality of hers (which she enthusiastically apply to everyone with the help with a few well built bodyguards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, i bid her au revoir, sayonara, xai chian, bye bye Jaspattay. I know that wherever you are now, there's a good-looking, beefy, rich(er than most of us), racing-enthusiast, shoe/watch-holic, food loving guy that's looking after you. Hope you'd be loving every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SJ3BcUIN4pI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/20V0nOAf6Wk/s1600-h/Jaspattay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SJ3BcUIN4pI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/20V0nOAf6Wk/s400/Jaspattay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232551034258055826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just something that i did, not much of an artist, but that's the least i can do. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S [YHBT]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-389210954249421876?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/389210954249421876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=389210954249421876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/389210954249421876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/389210954249421876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/08/obituary.html' title='Obituary'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SJ3BcUIN4pI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/20V0nOAf6Wk/s72-c/Jaspattay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-5725112773271331228</id><published>2008-08-05T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T03:42:38.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The finance side of things</title><content type='html'>I have never blogged about finance before though apparently it's my supposed forte. So i won't. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here i sit, still pondering what assignment that i'm supposed to do, when i realized that i don't really have anything to do, except to study for my mid terms, and brush up on the referencing part of Research Methodododohliegie assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SJgl--npMUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sQW9egQlqnw/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SJgl--npMUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sQW9egQlqnw/s400/DSC00995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230972731082223938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So i looked up at you, wondering i'm supposed to do for assignments [photo courtesy of Zack Boy]. Then i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SJgl_Owej2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/0FrXkQZ6FhA/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SJgl_Owej2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/0FrXkQZ6FhA/s400/DSC01001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230972735414243170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P Don't ever buy this drink, because if you're finding a reason to hate Singaporeans more, this is it. Just kidding. It's horrid. Like some genius went and mixed stale Kickapoo with a whole load of pomagranate juice and added in some expired Sprite, and a drop or two of fermented grape juice (all minus the CO2 and the ethanol). Don't ask me how i know stale Kickapoo tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at this Old Town Cafe near my house writing this. Do you know that unlike the other cafes that offer Wi-Fi, this one doesn't limit your torrent/p2p downloads? I'm not kidding. I know all Starbucks and Coffee Beans outlets do it, because they are running on limited bandwidth, but i'm suspecting  a 2Mbps line here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, how many of you guys actually bring your laptop to your eating/watering hole to do some work? I suspect not many, but what about those times when you need to do that extra bit of work, or to put in some extra orders for that rising AirAsia stock? I've sat here for like an hour, and i noticed at least 15 laptops around, including a certain MBA (damned show-off) and also two EEEs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this poll now! I want to know what do you do when nature calls and you're all alone:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Altering or removing this link is a breach of the Vizu Terms and Conditions --&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:9px;height:20px;text-align:center;width:250px;margin:0;padding:0;letter-spacing:-.5px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vizu.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;text-decoration:underline;font-size:9px;"&gt;Online Surveys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.vizu.com/market-research.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;text-decoration:underline;font-size:9px;"&gt;Market Research&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://wp.vizu.com/vizu_poll.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="280" height="973" name="vizu_poll" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="js=false&amp;pid=110714&amp;ad=false&amp;vizu=true&amp;links=true&amp;mainBG=000000&amp;questionText=FFFFFF&amp;answerZoneBG=EEEEEE&amp;answerItemBG=FFFFFF&amp;answerText=ff6600&amp;voteBG=C8C8C8&amp;voteText=000000"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-5725112773271331228?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/5725112773271331228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=5725112773271331228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5725112773271331228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5725112773271331228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/08/finance-side-of-things.html' title='The finance side of things'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SJgl--npMUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sQW9egQlqnw/s72-c/DSC00995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-4551046057622371620</id><published>2008-07-28T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T03:35:34.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Journey of a  "WHITE"  Knight-Damned Racist.</title><content type='html'>Lol. CheeWei finally decided to blog, after seeing that Tharan was having his way too often in cyberspace, with me being too ignorant to bother about Tharan's side business, and Steve too often courting the janitor in his apartment block to even notice anything. Anyways, here's a &lt;a href="http://chancheewei.blogspot.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to the racist coconut's website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SI3u9CABipI/AAAAAAAAAZw/koZcJb7KPUY/s1600-h/coconut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SI3u9CABipI/AAAAAAAAAZw/koZcJb7KPUY/s400/coconut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228097474723416722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have been warned!! [Source &lt;a href="http://www.suki1art.wordpress.com/"&gt;Suki1Art&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i notice that people tend to blog more when they are extremely caught up with loads of work or assignments. Like mua - fortunately i did my manacc assignment (by myself, if you wondered) and passed it up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike certain &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLUB&lt;/span&gt; people, who i salute for trying to change the world,  who had the AGM just now (yes, you all shall be punished by having an email detailing research methodododododohly assignment tasks on wed latest!), i have been productive and been studying *unlike a certain someone who fell asleep in the lib and then had the audicity to go shopping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SI3sjVa6L9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/r3VRLev1-F8/s1600-h/green+people.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SI3sjVa6L9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/r3VRLev1-F8/s400/green+people.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228094834236600274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLUB&lt;/span&gt; i was talking about, but they look like jolly people aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, i forgot to inform you guys of this one thing. If you ever see a Mitsubishi EVO 9 on the streets or on the highway, please do not provoke the person in it, for they might be the police:) Lols. i'm not kidding. Our Malaysian Gov is leasing 2,500 Wajas and 10!! Mitsu Evo 9 from SPANCO (which was bought by MAIC).&lt;br /&gt;[Source &lt;a href="http://www.mysinchew.com/node/14164"&gt;SinChewJitPoh&lt;/a&gt; Via &lt;a href="http://paultan.org/archives/2008/07/28/10-mitsubishi-lancer-evolution-for-the-government/"&gt;PaulTan&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SI3rimoyQII/AAAAAAAAAZg/1166K9wC5oo/s1600-h/26kDG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SI3rimoyQII/AAAAAAAAAZg/1166K9wC5oo/s400/26kDG2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228093722166706306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imaged sourced from PaulTan.Org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hahahaha. Ok, Now we have Rolls Royce in Sarawak, Merc in Terrenganu. I've had this arguement in class, each one stating which cars were the best. Steve went with apek car lambo, CheeWei coconut wanted a Porshe, etc etc. All i wanted was a Maserati Gran Turismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now:) have fun people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-4551046057622371620?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/4551046057622371620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=4551046057622371620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/4551046057622371620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/4551046057622371620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-journey-of-white-knight-damned.html' title='Life Journey of a  &quot;WHITE&quot;  Knight-Damned Racist.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SI3u9CABipI/AAAAAAAAAZw/koZcJb7KPUY/s72-c/coconut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-5594940269078771925</id><published>2008-07-21T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:24:49.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put up the peace sign//Put your index down</title><content type='html'>Try it. Honest:) I mean, try listening to the new song from Gym Class Heroes ft. Busta Rhymes "Peace Sign//Index Down". Anyway, i have something to get off my chest. There's this new song that i feel relates to my FEG, and also to Fabian Aberdeen. Here's  a piece off the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys"&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry of One Of The Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst, ask me for to play the song for you when i meet you:) and you've gotta watch the vid, it's as though it's a tribute to steve's "N*-C*ck" syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ever had those times when you were thinking, "Wow, i really miss those old Bon Jovi songs, and i wish i could find another band that plays like them"? No? Well, i have, and i've found &lt;a href="http://www.liveplasma.com/"&gt;LivePlasma&lt;/a&gt;. It's this lovely site which uses names of music artists, movies, directors, actors, and link them up nicely in a web. Screenshot below:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SISUqx51LsI/AAAAAAAAAY4/81ZnC453sME/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 270px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SISUqx51LsI/AAAAAAAAAY4/81ZnC453sME/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225464930327932610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no interest of finding the type of music you want (yes, i'm talking to you mr/mrs 60g iPod manic), just go ahead to the site, and click around. Trust me, it's a whole load of fun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unto nicer news, i've heard on good authority that a certain E200 Merc &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KOMPRESSOR&lt;/span&gt;!! is more economical on the long run compared to our Perdana V6. I'm very sure that Mercs are reliable and their gear box won't die on you unexpectedly, and of course if you're  a balding 50 year old, girls aren't going to step into no old Proton - you need a Merc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SISbIq_0ipI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8gHhtciouuU/s1600-h/datukdowanme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SISbIq_0ipI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8gHhtciouuU/s400/datukdowanme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225472040939850386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder one E200 is priced (min) RM125k more than our Perdana. Honestly people, if you're going to get a car, dont settle for cheap nonsense cars you can afford, just go rob a bank and get a Merc. It's better that way:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psssstt. Don't worry. Optimus prime is looking for abandoned Perdana's to be his disguise when he's in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SISbtuiqoSI/AAAAAAAAAZI/lrqjMYMXhgU/s1600-h/malaysiatransformer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SISbtuiqoSI/AAAAAAAAAZI/lrqjMYMXhgU/s400/malaysiatransformer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225472677546467618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, just to satiate my inner transformers//batman child, here's a pic of what if the Tumbler was a Transformer:) it's lovely. honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SISbtvCpBFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MMiVtKg62zw/s1600-h/tumblerlo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SISbtvCpBFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MMiVtKg62zw/s400/tumblerlo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225472677680579666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attn OC 08 : Kean is an idiot (yes, i know that you know that already) *evil grin* and now the supper's this thurs at Murni's. Priiisihsihhhfalalala is going to take you there, personally.&lt;br /&gt;Do look out for onboard fires happening whenever Priiisihsihhhfalalala and Red Moon hero Chor Keng is in close proximity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. S.W.Mei is still an alcoholic no matter what she says. Shame on you S.W.Mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-5594940269078771925?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/5594940269078771925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=5594940269078771925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5594940269078771925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5594940269078771925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/07/put-up-peace-signput-your-index-down.html' title='Put up the peace sign//Put your index down'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SISUqx51LsI/AAAAAAAAAY4/81ZnC453sME/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-5697581286152499107</id><published>2008-07-10T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T06:26:37.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever kept me away from the doctor.</title><content type='html'>"The world will turn if you're ready or not"&lt;br /&gt;by Tunstall of Drastic Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that phrase, quite a bit. Kinda like how the philosopher Jagger once said, "You can't always get what you want". Lol. Kinda like how this is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my fever to be gone, so that i can go to class, be a good student, do my homework, and assignments (avoid being eaten by Teresa) and pour cold water on Jaspattay, kick Steve whenever CMG is mentioned, kill Mei if ever the word pork chop ever comes out again, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did my best to get rid of the virus(es) and one day (precisely today) it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SHYLjNQtCOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/wD1MqqWLfU4/s1600-h/green_virus_arnulf_derbu_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SHYLjNQtCOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/wD1MqqWLfU4/s400/green_virus_arnulf_derbu_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221373517465716962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bye bye my virus, it's nice knowing you *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since i just recovered from fever, i will now excuse myself to rest more. *laughs* i know, fever is always the best excuse to get away from doing things:) and therefore i will. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let you guys know i'm still alive. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-5697581286152499107?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/5697581286152499107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=5697581286152499107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5697581286152499107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/5697581286152499107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/07/fever-kept-me-away-from-doctor.html' title='Fever kept me away from the doctor.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SHYLjNQtCOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/wD1MqqWLfU4/s72-c/green_virus_arnulf_derbu_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-1202375672484785626</id><published>2008-06-30T05:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:10:34.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>I like the "did you know....?" questions, they always give me some sort of weird info about stuff that i don't need to know, so here i am giving you a few "did you know...?" stuff as well:) read on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know...&lt;br /&gt;That every analogue watch advertisement out there (probably about 95%) has the minute and hour hands at 10 and 2? Like this advert below. It is said to frame up the brand name of the watch. and oh, the seconds hand is always from 6-9. Honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjPLbOgYRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/f83h8L8xE6o/s1600-h/TIMEX-WATCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjPLbOgYRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/f83h8L8xE6o/s400/TIMEX-WATCH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217647963502829842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know...&lt;br /&gt;That deodorant, lipstick, margarine, sunglasses, soap, toothbrushes, and crayons are made out of petroleum? I'm not kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know...&lt;br /&gt;That it is not the forests that are generating the most of our oxygen, it's the phytoplankton (plankton - which are whale food). It is estimated that they generate more than 70% of the world's supply of oxygen. Feel free to chop down more trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjbHoyJxnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/NaLPOMMI4No/s1600-h/char_plankton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjbHoyJxnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/NaLPOMMI4No/s400/char_plankton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217661092562060914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know...&lt;br /&gt;That we actually have a new ruling in America that states that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, in case of an asteroid hitting the Earth, we would have Americans launching nuclear missiles to deflect them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know...&lt;br /&gt;That (usually, normally) your left arm swings when your left leg moves. Try it. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know... (This is mainly to satisfy the Lego Person in Me)&lt;br /&gt;19 Billion Lego elements are made each year:)&lt;br /&gt;Lego Personnel have minifigs as name cards (I WANT ONE!!) *pic below*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjYm9CVpJI/AAAAAAAAAYA/eW_PGjpQxj8/s1600-h/busicard3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjYm9CVpJI/AAAAAAAAAYA/eW_PGjpQxj8/s400/busicard3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217658332039718034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(YOU MUST TRY THIS!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo Mail now has a new feature. Compose a new e-mail, then click on the subject button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjXZN6lZhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/T835BkpaOuA/s1600-h/yahoo+mail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjXZN6lZhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/T835BkpaOuA/s400/yahoo+mail.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217656996540802578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few that came up:) just click on the subject button repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You're that crazy shark, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just a dolphin, maam."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I eat tofu and I vote."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Up ahead! It's a DONUT HUT!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I hate eating breakfast on an empty stomach"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"My brain is not large enough to destroy the entire world when unfolded."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, to teresa, just in case you think i'm goofing off, i'm not:) here's a screenshot of the journals i'm currently digesting:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjPJeCuBjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/eoqjECVYKGM/s1600-h/research+assignment.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjPJeCuBjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/eoqjECVYKGM/s400/research+assignment.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217647929898960434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, for people who wonder what i do during my weekends, apart from doing slave work for teresa, i do pretty much everything, even including the kitchen sink. Literally. lol. Me and dad changed the old rotten kitchen sink last saturday, and it wasn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjZsvU2RVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/WSW9int8Pqc/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjZsvU2RVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/WSW9int8Pqc/s400/DSC00975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217659530950100306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old sink. Rotten sink. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjZtrr6ccI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/BQZQIDWHkHs/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjZtrr6ccI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/BQZQIDWHkHs/s400/DSC00976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217659547152970178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The equipment. Hahaha. Kids aren't allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjZw69BbTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gj-ERuDfBUA/s1600-h/DSC00977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjZw69BbTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gj-ERuDfBUA/s400/DSC00977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217659602790870322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new sink:) Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And anyway, that's all folks! Be good and be Merry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-1202375672484785626?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/1202375672484785626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=1202375672484785626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1202375672484785626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1202375672484785626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/06/did-you-know_30.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGjPLbOgYRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/f83h8L8xE6o/s72-c/TIMEX-WATCH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-144874398912797295</id><published>2008-06-24T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:16:24.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.O.E.T</title><content type='html'>I've been reading blogs such as Celine OC, Steve FEG, Den OC, and they're all suffering from Post-OC'ic Emotional Trauma, or POET for short. Ok enough. I have my ways of medicating myself of POET, which is to drown myself with coffee. Sort of. One Uber cold coffee coming right up:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, fill up a cup half full with water, and shove it into the freezer for like 4 hours, or until the water's all frozen over. Next make a cuppa pipping hot coffee. Just like in the picture below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGEZsp5imiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PU5OpNGou24/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGEZsp5imiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PU5OpNGou24/s400/DSC00972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215478098423880226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result? Lovely cold coffee:) Though it would only be superbly cold when the ice finally dislodges from the bottom, but no matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGEaRL8jVnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/1_MVDGoVYAM/s1600-h/DSC00974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGEaRL8jVnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/1_MVDGoVYAM/s400/DSC00974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215478726038607474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, just add in a green Strabucks straw (which was "curi"ed from Starbucks, no less) and walla, you're set to open your own cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, that's not what i wanted to blog about. Actually i do have a rough idea what i wanna blog about - until i saw the posts of the POET infected people, then i lost all motivation. So i shall leave you with this lovely site that i have found instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;a href="http://sensibleunits.com/"&gt;Sensible Units&lt;/a&gt;. And what it does is to convert regular stuff like kilogrammes, miles into funny things:) let me show you a few printscreens :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGEcREGDRiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/0UwylgIPUOM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGEcREGDRiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/0UwylgIPUOM/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215480922954221090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGEcRYwwS0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/NIG6U-CHRMk/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGEcRYwwS0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/NIG6U-CHRMk/s400/untitled2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215480928502041410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGEc-vAT0eI/AAAAAAAAAXY/TQ41UIUDmPk/s1600-h/untitled3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGEc-vAT0eI/AAAAAAAAAXY/TQ41UIUDmPk/s400/untitled3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215481707566977506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go try it out for yourselves:) Let me know what sort of madness you can come up with:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-144874398912797295?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/144874398912797295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=144874398912797295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/144874398912797295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/144874398912797295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/06/poet.html' title='P.O.E.T'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SGEZsp5imiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PU5OpNGou24/s72-c/DSC00972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-7628142344345453346</id><published>2008-06-18T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:39:27.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one?</title><content type='html'>I'm pleased to announce that today is the birth date of T.Taufik, 19th June. The problem is, i don't have a nice picture of him (apart from the ones where he's sleeping or not smiling) so, i got the next best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, today he was referred to as Master Oogway (the tortoise from Kung Fu Panda), because he quoted loads from the words of Master Oogway, knows how to swim, and was co-incidentally wearing green today. So ShotGan so generously gave that name to Taufik. And here is the picture of Taufik after lunch:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFnr45Y_-GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HUydn378bLw/s1600-h/Oogway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFnr45Y_-GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HUydn378bLw/s400/Oogway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213457406368938082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture taken from movies.yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, if you guys didn't know this already, Mozilla Firefox 3 was launched yesterday, with a mission to getting into the Guiness World Book of Records as the "Most downloaded software in one day". And unsuprisingly, more than 8million downloads were recorded! Yay! Maybe it won't be fully recognized, but i did my share, and my Firefox 3 is working nicely:) Love the extremely huge green "Back" button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to recognize the people who made it all happen, mainly us - the people who have downloaded Firefox 3, the website "&lt;a href="http://www.spreadfirefox.com/"&gt;Spread Firefox&lt;/a&gt;" will be giving away certificates for those who have been diligently downloading and using Firefox 3. So pat yourself on the back and hit &lt;a href="http://www.spreadfirefox.com/en-US/worldrecord/certificate_form"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;, enter your name and click enter. Just because only 35k people in Malaysia downloaded Firefox 3 doesn't mean you can't get the thank you cert:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFnr5Mmp_5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/tp-gENt7jA0/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFnr5Mmp_5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/tp-gENt7jA0/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213457411526492050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've gotten mine already:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, just two news for now. And oh, MMU cyber is looking for lifeguards to safe guard people from drowning in the new pool. So if you are qualified, please go volunteer your services and all of us will be happy. There is an upside, people love Life Guards, just look at Baywatch:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-7628142344345453346?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/7628142344345453346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=7628142344345453346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7628142344345453346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7628142344345453346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-one.html' title='Another one?'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFnr45Y_-GI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HUydn378bLw/s72-c/Oogway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-1776906225100279599</id><published>2008-06-17T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T05:38:53.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking too fast too soon.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog about the Orientation thing that happened over the past two weeks, but i have no pictures to substantiate my claims that Steve looked ridiculously gay, Tharan was actually in love with Kavi (a buff guy, no less), Chee Wei was called "cute" by several guys disguised as girls, Taufik is cute when he doesn't smile, Keat Yee &amp;amp; Ping Ting are insane when they don't sleep enough, and a whole lot more. But you see, i have no pictures to prove it to you. So unto something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second choice of topic was the new LRT extensions, snaking all around the Golden Triangle, to PJ, to Putrajaya, then Subang and back to the Golden Triangle. The problem is again, whilst it would make my life easier, and i have the map (sourced from &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/6/15/nation/21558681&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;TheStar&lt;/a&gt;), and there is a clear honest intention of the Government to implement it and all. But the thing is, it's only going to be completed in 2012, which by then would render all Malaysians dead or too poor to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, i'm facing a writer's bloc(k). It's not easy ya know, not touching the keypad for more than 2 weeks, and then coming back to sum up everything in like, 5 paragraphs. lol. Oh well, i shall just call it a very problematic week, with this as my symbol for until my muse arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFespao4f9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/ixCle_wK_TA/s1600-h/error_button.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFespao4f9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/ixCle_wK_TA/s400/error_button.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212824921230049234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh. I forgot. I know what i wanted to write! Damn. My uni (and yours of course) has officially opened the new "olympic" sized swimming pool. Not sure if there would be "girl's only days", but i'm pretty darn sure no one else has used it, apart maybe from the janitors. And they would be charging per entry soon, so you might wanna soak yourself in some free water while you can. For me, i live in selangor, first 20 cubic metres of water is free, so no prob on my end:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFet_niaX7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/vzmOupgCbIw/s1600-h/DSC00964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFet_niaX7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/vzmOupgCbIw/s320/DSC00964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212826402161319858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note the left side, there's this viewing thingie for parents, lecturers, and perverted students to sit while they watch the others swim:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFet_I6x1-I/AAAAAAAAAVw/eGzArhn3ZFs/s1600-h/DSC00962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFet_I6x1-I/AAAAAAAAAVw/eGzArhn3ZFs/s320/DSC00962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212826393942022114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of it. It's 1.8m deep, in every corner of the pool! damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFet_VKVEgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/7E7FPRPdeg8/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFet_VKVEgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/7E7FPRPdeg8/s320/DSC00963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212826397228470786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, not forgetting the kiddy pool for people who can't swim, but wish to get wet anyway, like Lit Shiuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The problem with this pool is that, although it's huge and superbly deep - There is no Life-Guard(s) whatsoever to keep you safe. There's a security guard though...  *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i forgot about another thing that i wanted to post about. Street Graffiti (or art if you may), has been a mainstay of Pasar Seni for years now. And since i was at Pasar Seni last sunday (waiting for a certain useless bus, no less) i took a few pics (there were more, but the useless bus might leave at any moment, so...) here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFeuNy4f-UI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SdIQlJ64-u8/s1600-h/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFeuNy4f-UI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SdIQlJ64-u8/s320/DSC00959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212826645724920130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have seen another one of this, reading "Why catch truants instead of criminals?" lol. "Out of the box is kinda nice too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFeuPgzQtgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YBD_XCYJ9Go/s1600-h/DSC00961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFeuPgzQtgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YBD_XCYJ9Go/s320/DSC00961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212826675230848514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea what this is meant to be. But it looks really nice when coupled with the blue&amp;amp;red stripes of TNB:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFeuPaKijUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VdFS21edybs/s1600-h/DSC00960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFeuPaKijUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VdFS21edybs/s320/DSC00960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212826673449438530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lacking a DSLR, and super-powers &amp;amp; super-madness to capture this image, i simply took ir from quite a distance. This particular row of graffiti was done in the middle of the night, at the walls of the monsoon drain. Looks great, except due to it's location, it's kinda hard to appreciate. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i guess that's about it. New week, with new lecturers, new subjects to get tortured by. Have fun people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-1776906225100279599?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/1776906225100279599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=1776906225100279599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1776906225100279599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1776906225100279599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/06/speaking-too-fast-too-soon.html' title='Speaking too fast too soon.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SFespao4f9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/ixCle_wK_TA/s72-c/error_button.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-3860864182642897230</id><published>2008-06-07T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:40:16.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The other excuse</title><content type='html'>Here i am, in MMU again for my holidays. It's weird and wacky and very unlike me, i know. I've been cut off from any form of electronic communication for (almost) a week. All for the sake of the orientation of the new kids that are coming to play in the big kids' playground. What i have done here i shall list down in a neat little list for you all to read, so bear with me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have never exercised so much in over 100 years. Honest. Running around is not a very strong forte of mine, unless you're coming after me with a machete in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have never spoken B.M so much!! It's crazy, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People are always curious about my background. I've been called a Malay, Vietnamese, Nepalese, but never have i been called a Bugis. Maybe i should start using some whitening cream =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Waking at 6am is madness. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Singing silly songs is fun when there's other silly people around doing it too - and when we all dont know the lyrics:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got one more week here, it's 70+ of us to care for 550 of the new kiddies, and 1000 more kiddy like parents to deal with. Wish me luck. Really loads of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, announcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rachel - your tag..hehehe. You have to wait for a while for me to do it. Might not do it at all, so don't go sharpen your guillotine ok? ( =&lt;br /&gt;2. Angelyn - Happy Bday!&lt;br /&gt;3. Jaspattay + Mei = sakai. Jas x Mei = Super Sakai.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mega Mac, wait for me!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Congrats to those who got lovely jobs for your industrial training:)&lt;br /&gt;(laura, shea, isaac, teh, etc)&lt;br /&gt;6. Fabs = gay. Fabes + Shopping = Plead for sex change.&lt;br /&gt;7. Kumi - wait le. busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I shall be back to haunt your lives soon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-3860864182642897230?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/3860864182642897230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=3860864182642897230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3860864182642897230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3860864182642897230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/06/other-excuse.html' title='The other excuse'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-2064611719175012440</id><published>2008-05-20T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:25:11.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div style=''&gt;Exam's done:) that's the reason why i have been missing. Oh well, see you all in the new semester, i'm headed off for a &lt;strike&gt;well deserved&lt;/strike&gt; rest.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cheers!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-2064611719175012440?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/2064611719175012440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=2064611719175012440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2064611719175012440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/2064611719175012440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/05/sayonara.html' title='Sayonara'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-7482890808942765112</id><published>2008-04-30T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:06:20.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My next semester's timetable (wishlist)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBh7ZBMtw-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/-jNu6skAyA0/s1600-h/timetable.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBh7ZBMtw-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/-jNu6skAyA0/s400/timetable.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195037839920579554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-7482890808942765112?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/7482890808942765112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=7482890808942765112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7482890808942765112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7482890808942765112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-next-semesters-timetable-wishlist.html' title='My next semester&apos;s timetable (wishlist)'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBh7ZBMtw-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/-jNu6skAyA0/s72-c/timetable.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-4415296610210460140</id><published>2008-04-27T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T05:57:58.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But mom.....!</title><content type='html'>You see, all of us, deep inside (ok, maybe very very deep inside for those whom are "contented" with life) have something that they really really want, but don't require at all. It's a little like your mom packing your bags during that fifth grade camping trip where she stuff all sorts of stuff inside, and tells you "You will never know when you need this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i, at the beck and call of Lord David (see, i'm writing this post so that you don't get bored, hopefully. lol), have came up with a list of stuff that you might not need (or you will ever need for that matter). But here goes, i forgot where i got most of the pictures of stuff from, but the ones i remember - there will be a link to them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRabxMtw1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/WQPYmlVON2A/s1600-h/edc5_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRabxMtw1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/WQPYmlVON2A/s400/edc5_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193875703374660434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In wake of the many zombie movies, and also the fact that Nobel prize winner scientists are trying to make an army of undead to help them with their research - this i think is very necessary if it ever happens. Hell, i would need one if ever i wake up and see my neighbour trying to bang his way into my house using his head. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRg5RMtw6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/6v3K0qjlKX4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRg5RMtw6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/6v3K0qjlKX4/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193882807250568098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever wished you can "see" how toasted is your toast? *grins* butter solution later:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRctxMtw3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/sHo7LlegL4U/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRctxMtw3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/sHo7LlegL4U/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193878211635561330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, problem solved! Really. I mean it. How many times have you b*tched about having to have a butter knife to spread your butter, then wash it afterwards, etc? Now just pop your bread into the toaster, pop open the butter-stick thingie, then apply. It's really ingenius, apart from the fact that children (and possibly mentally challenged people like Fabian) would have trouble distinguishing it from glue. Hrmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRctxMtw2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/tQzurm7HsCk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRctxMtw2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/tQzurm7HsCk/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193878211635561314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the times, ya know, when the husband/boyfriend (or maybe the missus) isn't around to squash your bug for you, rest assured that you can do it yourself! Plus, you can get that little bugger in every hook and canny of your house! Hah! It even doubles up as a weapon when you're too lazy to get out of the couch to smack your kid's head for spilling the orange juice (again!?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRfHRMtw4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/O_cngnleQk4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRfHRMtw4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/O_cngnleQk4/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193880848745481090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have mentioned this usb missile launcher a while back, but now, it's has an upgrade! It now has a webcam, so you can be away from your desk, and still know who's been watching porn on your desktop (to lower their chances of getting caught, and also to get you in trouble of course!) just click to aim, and click to fire:) a certain must have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRfHhMtw5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/-7oGiHREukg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRfHhMtw5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/-7oGiHREukg/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193880853040448402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those times when you really want that apple, but you're just too lazy to get rid of the skin, this is the device for you. Skinless apples in under a minute, really. They should put one of these babies near every hospital bed for those people who get loads of fruits, but are unfortunately wrapped up in bandages (they can't peel it themselves ya see. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRg5hMtw7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/3n6tvU-svk0/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRg5hMtw7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/3n6tvU-svk0/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193882811545535410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A watch is useless you say? How can this be? Well, it can be, if it costs USD 300,000 and only tells you whether it's day or night. Really, it only tells you whether it's day or night, albeit accurately of course. USD300k, i would want a watch that shoots laser beams, AND tell time, thank you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, lastly, something that had nothing to do with this post. You know how exam orientated Malaysians are? Well, we have hit a new high (or low) with this thingie i spotted just now. Prepare yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRy8RMtw8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0190fDa_nG4/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRy8RMtw8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0190fDa_nG4/s400/DSC00955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193902649999475650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stationery sold with a "forecasted UPSR paper" bundled in. Although, it is for the SK &amp;amp; SRJK(C), but i'm guessing the SRJK(T) were sold out within minutes. Lovely marketing scheme i must add:) and for only RM7.90 too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-4415296610210460140?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/4415296610210460140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=4415296610210460140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/4415296610210460140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/4415296610210460140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/04/but-mom.html' title='But mom.....!'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SBRabxMtw1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/WQPYmlVON2A/s72-c/edc5_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-384327735355185871</id><published>2008-04-21T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:46:53.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Cornelius Oliver</title><content type='html'>He's a lovely chap, with this new comedy out, produced by Comedy Central NY, which was named "Terrifying Times". And you know what? If i were to ever visit New York, it would be for 3 things now. Hot-dogs, the Empire State Building and Comedy Central. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that i have categorized NY to be as such is mainly because i am discriminating against it and placing it in a categorized position that it may or may not want to be in. I was in such a predicament lately as well when i was categorized in a way that i have been *almost* all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, i had no idea that people don't know that i am about 96% chinese. They simply think that my first name, was a Catholic name given to me when i got water splashed in my face by a priest. I was to them, a chinese catholic. And in that sense, i did pull my weight and did what chinese people are "supposed to do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate pork, char kuey teow, grabbed ang pows from relatives and wore shorts. My genes did the other work for me by making me only of average Malaysian chinese height and also had black eyes/hair and almost fair skin. What i didn't expect was that i was supposed to do something more, which can be represented by the conversation that i have edited for your ease of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER : Do not read the conversation if you plan to do something malicious or to use it as material for some sort of stupid controversy. If you can accept what i have written in the way that i meant it to be (you can ask me what i meant it to be later) then by all means, read on:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the whole conversation was in different dialects of chinese - mandarin/canto, japanese, etc. so i have translated them into english for you. Do note that i will not mention names, and that in this entire conversation, i was speaking entirely in english, and them entirely in chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject A : Richard, can you understand Mandarin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard : I can speak and listen to the language, but i can't write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject A : Oh, any other dialects? Cantonese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard : I can speak Hokkien, Canto and understand a wee bit of Hakka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject B : Then why have you never spoken Chinese with us then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard : Because i don't have to? And also because you understand English perfectly well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject C : Oh, so because you got a bit of portugese blood you don't wanna speak Chinese la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject D : Eh, Richard's not fully chinese meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject E (shouts from background) : He say only not chinese, but his mother, grandmother all chinese. So he is chinese but doesn't want to admit it. You know la, he's a bit proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard : No, subject D, i am not fully chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject A : Then why don't you speak your mother tongue? Why don't you speak Chinese? Why didn't you learn Mandarin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard : Well, for starters, Portuguese is my mother tongue, and I replaced it with English, and i did try to learn Mandarin, i'm just not good in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject A : No mah, you should be proud to learn your mother tongue, and learn how to speak Mandarin. Should learn to respect others and speak in their language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard : Then aren't you dis-respecting me by not speaking in English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end of conversation-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SA1flBMtw0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/44p4WkRQs9A/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SA1flBMtw0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/44p4WkRQs9A/s400/DSC00951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191911035009614658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil grin* lol. What to do right? i do suck in mandarin. =P Sorry mom for not trying harder to learn how to read and write in mandarin, then i would be able to read japanese as well and order high end cheap gadgets from japan. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it can a wee bit disturbing to know that, in a class of mine, a lecturer from India (or somewhere close to India) asked a question to this group of students (in english mind you), and they replied in chinese. Hrmm... The whole scene was funny cause the expression on the lecturer's face was priceless. lol. And it happened more than twice:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unto some not so weird stuff. The Orientation Committee's ice breaking session last night was crazed. *grins* Everyone was bordering on hysterical and i think were pumped full of narcotics for the silly grins on their faces, and "moment of madnesses" were everywhere. I *almost* lost my voice, and Taufik almost lost his knee(again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaspattay switched back into her authoritarian mode, and was scary when she threatened Chee Wei to two weeks of vegetarian diet. Even jaspattay herself can't last 2 days without meat. I can't last two days without coffee, so same difference. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i have photo-phobia. The flash that people use on their cameras actually makes me blind for roughly half an hour or so, with my vision being half normal and half full of white-rainbow-y colours. And that is why i dread photo-taking, due to the fact that i would be vulnerable to an attack by space aliens and Godzilla after i get "blinded". lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ok, i'm exaggerating, but there is proof that Godzilla once ruled over the earth with T-rexs in his army and a continent full of velociraptors*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you would excuse me, i have assignments to do. Just needed to rant a bit:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. POLL RESULTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the poll said "I am" was actually refering to yourselves actually. If a company gave out a poll, asking "I am" then gave you some options, then you would actually be describing yourself, wouldn't you? lol. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50% Lust&lt;br /&gt;10% for Greed and envy&lt;br /&gt;30 Pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aberdeen boy voted lust:)&lt;br /&gt;Someone from pahang voted envy. The rest were from Selangor:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-384327735355185871?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/384327735355185871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=384327735355185871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/384327735355185871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/384327735355185871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/04/john-cornelius-oliver.html' title='John Cornelius Oliver'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SA1flBMtw0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/44p4WkRQs9A/s72-c/DSC00951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-6695036049818460263</id><published>2008-04-13T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T07:53:17.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut your lasers down while you can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanted to write a post that is heavily inspired by Robyn, The Hoosiers and, Panic! at the Disco, but decided against it, in case i would have to explain my cryptic words to all of you (if you want those kind of posts, go to Mei's blog. lol). And also, i would have to work extremely hard to come up with "words that you might not understand yet feel that it sound extremely deep", which i would also have trouble understanding. So i shall just blog about what i have been up to all these while when i wasn't in Cyberjaya:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAILbxjbx9I/AAAAAAAAARY/EUoQto5iMa4/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAILbxjbx9I/AAAAAAAAARY/EUoQto5iMa4/s320/DSC00913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188722292470564818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place's name is Pick 'n' Brew. (went with Mie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Probably in reference to the types of coffee that you can mix and match. It is reasonably priced (if a cup of coffee at RM9.00 is said to be reasonable, which i think is - if it's good of course). Any by gosh, any restaurant with a salt+pepper shaker is mixed into one, and the background looks like some posh restaurant, i'm all for it. lol. Located in some back alley somewhere in One U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jas will know, she ate too much beef at Seoul Garden opposite this restaurant and is now sick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAILbhjbx8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/-EsswWGzlxI/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAILbhjbx8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/-EsswWGzlxI/s320/DSC00912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188722288175597506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, there's an over view of the highway, so you can see if you should leave now, or wait for the traffic to clear up first. Nifty idea huh? Also, i didn't ate there, but from what i have spied around upon, the portions are a tad bit tiny. But if you do go there, and have a taste, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the Iced Irish Cream Latte, and Mie had the Hazelnut Latte. Mine was a bit strong (and mighty delicious) so my tastebuds were gone by the time i tasted the hazelnut. Mie says it's good though. Worth checking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i went to Sunway Pyramid yesterday, and suprise suprise! I met 3 (YES THREE!!!) mmu students there. It's a new record for me personally, because the only one time that i have seen mmu students anywhere in the klang valley area (unexpected meetings of course) was David in Mid V. (Jas and Abdul not counted.) Anyways, i was driving into the new parking area, and surprise, surprise, i saw this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIQFBjbyBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ntyV0fYerJE/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIQFBjbyBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ntyV0fYerJE/s320/DSC00920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188727399186679826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes! Finally! an indicator which parking bay is full, and how many were empty of course. lol. There's this indicator light thingie that you can see from far, red for occupied, green for ya know. Anyways, it was a good sign overall:) Mie says it's been implemented eons ago in S'Pore. Oh well, at least we have it now. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIQFRjbyCI/AAAAAAAAASA/WXEl5P6DrW0/s1600-h/DSC00916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIQFRjbyCI/AAAAAAAAASA/WXEl5P6DrW0/s320/DSC00916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188727403481647138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light above is the indicator light. (no the car is not mine). I actually waited for this car to get out of the parking lot (closer to the stairs ya see), and waited for the lights to turn green. (Jakun i know. sue me. lol) Anyways, this is the sensor thingie :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIQlBjbyEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nxsutlbOxgU/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIQlBjbyEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nxsutlbOxgU/s320/DSC00917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188727948942493762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like some laser that is pointed towards your car (actually,there is a laser to detect whether there is an object there, it shoots a beam of light, then measures....oh never mind). Hope it would zap all those people who park as though their cars are too huge. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh. They remind you to take a photo of the pillar which states the bay number your car is parked at. And of course being a nut head that would often forget where i parked my car (but Mie was with me, so no reason to snap photo, but i did it either way. =P ) I snapped a photo of it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIQkxjbyDI/AAAAAAAAASI/au2-wOcoON8/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIQkxjbyDI/AAAAAAAAASI/au2-wOcoON8/s320/DSC00915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188727944647526450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh oh. The new wing is nice:) A part of it reminded me of MMU, due to the insane amount of Middle Eastern people there. lol. Here's a shot of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIRUxjbyFI/AAAAAAAAASY/8GN5LaBxBpE/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIRUxjbyFI/AAAAAAAAASY/8GN5LaBxBpE/s320/DSC00926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188728769281247314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the ceiling of the floor. I swear! It's nice and pretty. The shops look rustic, and rustic. Then we somehow ended up going to this weird floor that divides into three lanes of shops. It's utter madness. If you were to go to all shops, ziggady zaggady, it would take you roughly 34632.23 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are some shots of what they sell (could only take pics of stuff that people weren't blocking  + colourful things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIT0xjbyII/AAAAAAAAASw/Mk1KbOUY8EI/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIT0xjbyII/AAAAAAAAASw/Mk1KbOUY8EI/s320/DSC00936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188731518060316802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nope, they aren't berries, they are lovely sweets:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIV2hjbyLI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZdMGnMn-Z14/s1600-h/DSC00939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIV2hjbyLI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZdMGnMn-Z14/s320/DSC00939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188733747148343474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bears waiting to be devoured! gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIWFxjbyMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/S6zKkzV30wc/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIWFxjbyMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/S6zKkzV30wc/s320/DSC00943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188734009141348546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bears' friends waiting to be taken home. Poor bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIWcxjbyNI/AAAAAAAAATY/6H6y3SHL4-Y/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIWcxjbyNI/AAAAAAAAATY/6H6y3SHL4-Y/s320/DSC00934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188734404278339794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another reason why they say piracy is rife in Malaysia. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After that, of course, a trip to the loo. Lol. I don't know why i get fascinated by signages. It's weird i know, but you have to admit that this is kinda unsual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIRVRjbyGI/AAAAAAAAASg/tAA2tY4zw00/s1600-h/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIRVRjbyGI/AAAAAAAAASg/tAA2tY4zw00/s320/DSC00922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188728777871181922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They *almost* look gay. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways, after that we went to Jack's Place (front entrance of Pyramid) to have lunchie:) Hitz.fm's Rock, Shop and Recover Grand finals was being held there, and Mie knows Chunky Munkie, one of the Hitz.fm crew. I tak tahu. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the lunch then. We were served by Fad, a lovely waitress, who did all our bidding with no questions asked. Gave us her outmost attention as well (partly because we were one of two table occupied at that time. lol ) But she was a darl, so next time if you do go there, ask for her:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the set lunch, lasts from 11am till 4 pm. One soup, one main course, one drink (coffee or tea) and one dessert. All for RM20 before tax (RM15 if you don't take the steak). Offer is on everyday with different menus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had mixed mushroom soup, steak with brown/almond sauce and iced coffee:) Mie changed her soup for lobster bisque. And in 5 mins, my coffee came first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIYThjbyOI/AAAAAAAAATg/pvmp-u4NS5k/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIYThjbyOI/AAAAAAAAATg/pvmp-u4NS5k/s320/DSC00928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188736444387805410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adjustable coffee. Lovely. Coffee's kinda bland though, and i poured in too much milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIYjRjbyPI/AAAAAAAAATo/igc6E6TXk_8/s1600-h/DSC00929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIYjRjbyPI/AAAAAAAAATo/igc6E6TXk_8/s320/DSC00929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188736714970745074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mie's lobster soup. Was a bit strong tasting for me, salty for her. Mushroom soup was okok la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIZlhjbyQI/AAAAAAAAATw/m49yODjDVvg/s1600-h/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIZlhjbyQI/AAAAAAAAATw/m49yODjDVvg/s320/DSC00930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188737853137078530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steak! Med rare for me, Med well for her. The almonds were a suprise. It was good! And oh, underneath the steak were slices of potato drowned in spiced and grilled. Lovely. And sunny side up eggs always make my day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIamBjbyRI/AAAAAAAAAT4/XdQ-1QWjXNY/s1600-h/DSC00931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIamBjbyRI/AAAAAAAAAT4/XdQ-1QWjXNY/s320/DSC00931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188738961238640914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly the desset. Too bad it was honeydew (Mie and me no likey honeydew) So we left it at that. But Fad upon realizing that we haven't touched our desserts when she came for the plates, offered us ice-cream instead! Even when Mie already took a bite of her dessert. That my friends, is called customer service. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIbSxjbySI/AAAAAAAAAUA/aoGgvDNgclw/s1600-h/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIbSxjbySI/AAAAAAAAAUA/aoGgvDNgclw/s320/DSC00932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188739730037786914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Choco for her, Vanilla for me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely experience (and i tipped her, fad, as well. rare i know =p ) but there was one very quirky thing i can't get rid of. There was a woman staring at me all the time. lol. Pic below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIbxBjbyTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/VD4HFXyeWDg/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAIbxBjbyTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/VD4HFXyeWDg/s320/DSC00933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188740249728829746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh well, i couldn't be bothered as i was too busy eating and talking to Mie (who is a whole lot prettier) *grins* So that's about it i guess. Adios People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-6695036049818460263?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/6695036049818460263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=6695036049818460263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6695036049818460263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/6695036049818460263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/04/shut-your-lasers-down-while-you-can.html' title='Shut your lasers down while you can.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/SAILbxjbx9I/AAAAAAAAARY/EUoQto5iMa4/s72-c/DSC00913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-3607545285200936179</id><published>2008-04-10T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:49:40.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Inspired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Due to Mei's previous comment, i have became as lazy as her and refused to type more than 100 words. So what i did was go to &lt;a href="http://foodpornwatch.arrr.net/"&gt;FoodPornWatch&lt;/a&gt; and took a few links of recently updated food blogs, and listed them below. Only three, cause that's more than what mei would have done either way:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_7Ben4zSrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/u_-qfD6GazM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_7Ben4zSrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/u_-qfD6GazM/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187796552624851634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spicysaltysweet.com/"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_7Be34zSsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BkGMTeNlRQU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_7Be34zSsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BkGMTeNlRQU/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187796556919818946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://justbento.com/"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_7BfH4zSuI/AAAAAAAAARI/0z_ZoHYPpbc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_7BfH4zSuI/AAAAAAAAARI/0z_ZoHYPpbc/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187796561214786274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notquitenigella.com/"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Go thank Mei for making me not ramble on about other things this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-3607545285200936179?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/3607545285200936179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=3607545285200936179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3607545285200936179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3607545285200936179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-inspired.html' title='The One Inspired.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_7Ben4zSrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/u_-qfD6GazM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-7554697200690182116</id><published>2008-04-03T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:34:47.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What have we here?</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer : this post is intended to give a light hearted view of the not-so comfy state of unrest that has been infecting the world today. So if you do not have a wicked sense of humour as well as the capability to perceive this post as it is intended to be, please, don't read on. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this instant forwarded message on my ym today, which i found to be very weird. Let me give you a quote off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ask you all to put your hands with other MUSLIMS and boycott the Holland's products. 1.6 billion Muslims could really slap the economy in Holland. Please copy this text and forward this text to as many Muslims as possible Via Email via SMS Via Scrap..... I ask u,as a Muslims... Can't u spare 5 minutes in order to spread this message among Muslims "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been the one to diss any party, but i am not condoning it as well. So i might as well give you a list of stuff/things/products/etc to boycott if you intend to join in the movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food&amp;amp;Beverages&lt;br /&gt;1. Paddle POP icecream. lol.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lipton tea =P&lt;br /&gt;3. Bovril &amp;amp; Marmite (ya know, the stuff you add in with porridge)&lt;br /&gt;4. Lady's Choice products (Gasp!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Heineken!? damned. and any other beer/liquor products.&lt;br /&gt;6. Drugs. lol. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;7. Knorr's seasoning.&lt;br /&gt;8. Planta. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home &amp;amp; Personal Care Products.&lt;br /&gt;1. Impulse &amp;amp; Rexona (the deodorant)&lt;br /&gt;2. Clear (shampoo, made famous by that guy named "rain". hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;3. Dove&amp;amp;Lux (i ain't kidding, the soaps' from there!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pond's. (the facial thingie. don't cry girls *evil laugh*)&lt;br /&gt;5. Sunsilk's on the list too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronics.&lt;br /&gt;Since Philips is a Dutch company, all TV's, computer chips, fans, etc are listed. What you don't know is this&lt;br /&gt;1. PET scan machine in your hospital. Used to detect tumors.&lt;br /&gt;2. ECG, MRI, X-rays, ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;3. Defibrillators (the name of the thing that the doc puts on your chest and yell "CLEAR!" before shocking you back to life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically Philips can fill up a whole hospital adequately so if you're going to join the movement, choose one that offers cheap medicine, and no Philips machines. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finance.&lt;br /&gt;If most of you guys don't know this already, ING Group is actually a dutch company, one of the largest online banking institutions in the world (if not the largest) so their products in malaysia include&lt;br /&gt;1. Banking&lt;br /&gt;2. Investments&lt;br /&gt;3. Insurance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have gotta choose a bank which is not associated with ING, wait ten years, and i'd open one for you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPORTS!!&lt;br /&gt;This is the pinnacle of the stuff listed here, so pay close attention!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot watch F1!! Cause ING is with Renault. lol. And also almost every other sports in the world except Sepak Takraw. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unto footie then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;English Premier League&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Man Utd - Because they have Edwin Van der Sar. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;2. Liverpool - Kuyt, Babel :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Arsenal - Robin Van Persie :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Blackburn - Ooijer:)&lt;br /&gt;5. Aston Villa - Bouma:)&lt;br /&gt;6. Wigan - Melchiot:)&lt;br /&gt;and almost every other team in epl has dutch players as well. lol. maybe except Chelsea. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dutch League.&lt;br /&gt;All are not permitted. *evil laugh* Includes teams like PSV, Ajax and Hamburger:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Liga&lt;br /&gt;1. Real Madrid - Nistelrooy &amp;amp; Robben &amp;amp; Wesley:)&lt;br /&gt;2. Barcelone - Dear Frankiee:)&lt;br /&gt;3. Valencia - Maduro:)&lt;br /&gt;4. Sevilla - Khalid Boulahrouz (hope i spelled his name right. *laughs*)&lt;br /&gt;and also whichever team whom has dutch players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serie A&lt;br /&gt;1. Ac Milan - Seedorf (NoooooooOOoOO!!!)&lt;br /&gt;*I think this is the only one. hahahha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's about it for my not so comprehensive listing. *evil laugh* anyways, i do believe that acts of extremism is to be avoided at all costs, and "flaming" issues should be dealt with swiftly. Chain reactions is something that we don't want to see, like in this case of the movie that some nut put on the internet, it has been a huge issue. And if such a strike of dutch products were to go through, estimated-ly (by me, lol)  this will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughly 5million or so Non-Dutch citizens will be out of jobs.&lt;br /&gt;GDP's of countries having close economic ties to the Netherlands will be severly affected.&lt;br /&gt;Losses of up to 500billion euros can be expected (Unilever group is already worth 100 billion or so, add in Philips...you get my view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just take it easy, they have what they deserve coming. Just sip your Heineken (or Lipton tea), make some peanut butter and jelly with your fav Lady's Choice, watch your footie:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-7554697200690182116?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/7554697200690182116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=7554697200690182116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7554697200690182116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/7554697200690182116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-have-we-here.html' title='What have we here?'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-8152507723013947798</id><published>2008-04-01T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T03:25:38.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's times like these.</title><content type='html'>Foo fighters, remember them? *laughs* It seems to me that i have been living the back ages for quite a while, especially when i enjoy the 90s more than the 00s? Oh well, short post, a few pictures, and even less words. Let's start with this. I have blogged about this restaurant a while back (more like mentioned) but since *almost* everyone didn't believe that it's name was "Restoran Lorong Seratus Tahun Curry Mee", i have proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IElqvuA0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Sfu0CWSIJJo/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IElqvuA0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Sfu0CWSIJJo/s320/DSC00900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184211166232970050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Name's on the menu:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IEl6vuA1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/T5_GFxFs6_s/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IEl6vuA1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/T5_GFxFs6_s/s320/DSC00901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184211170527937362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tiny chairs that they make you sit in. Lol. But no fears, i have seen large people sitting on them without fear of breaking. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IEmKvuA2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/2UMyBVe-yjY/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IEmKvuA2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/2UMyBVe-yjY/s320/DSC00902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184211174822904674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The curry mee that they serve you. (mine was without "pig's blood" and also "sotong")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IF56vuA3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/tROKby7pxoE/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IF56vuA3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/tROKby7pxoE/s320/DSC00903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184212613636948850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Belacan/hot stuff/the reddish thingie that you *have* to put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IF6avuA4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/4X59CqDjnzE/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IF6avuA4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/4X59CqDjnzE/s320/DSC00904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184212622226883458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The after product! I like to think that this curry mee should be relabeled as the "Adjustable spiciness curry mee", (ok, i have bad naming sense, sue me. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people have been going for industrial training and going off to find work and such, but how i wish when it's my turn to go job-hunting, a RM5k per month job will be offered to me with this headline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IF6qvuA5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/jYscNWZw5M4/s1600-h/DSC00905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IF6qvuA5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/jYscNWZw5M4/s320/DSC00905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184212626521850770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I guess not. Oh well, if the kid in me were to handle *a lot of* money that doesn't belong to me, it would all *poof* disappear in an instant. Have fun you soon-to-be-working people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i found Dave's Deli again! I used to love their lasagna (pics with Mie though), and it still tastes the same, though the proportions were a bit tiny. And they seem to have a bit of problem with financing when their furniture looks like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IHJqvuA6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/5H5BdoWr93E/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IHJqvuA6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/5H5BdoWr93E/s320/DSC00906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184213983731516322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, i'm just kidding. =P those chairs must have cost them a bomb. I could have done it *with the kid in me in full paint-madness-mode*, for half the cost! And still i would pocket a sweet amount of dough, or infinite lasagna. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason for this shot down here, the Steak&amp;amp;Mushroom pie (which i took btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IHKKvuA7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/QBDelb93vtQ/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IHKKvuA7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/QBDelb93vtQ/s320/DSC00907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184213992321450930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is actually to teach you people how to take lovely shots of "food porn". Here's the &lt;a href="http://photojojo.com/content/tips/food-photography-tips/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; for the entire thing, and i do recommend the tips for taking lovely photos of food:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, as a parting shot, here's a word from the Sri Kembangan's Jusco SC Manager. Note the 1st "promise". lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IHKavuA8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/uLR0xgUrz0Y/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IHKavuA8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/uLR0xgUrz0Y/s320/DSC00910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184213996616418242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how does one "enjoy" using the washroom? lol. *evil grin* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks, be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, i found this flickr page that had the oh so lovely cupcake pictures. Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hello_naomi/collections/72157602788113356/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to Hello Naomi's page, and here's a photo of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_INO6vuA9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/YQ8rW4D7F0A/s1600-h/Clipboard02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_INO6vuA9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/YQ8rW4D7F0A/s320/Clipboard02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184220670995596242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's Mario! (all credits to Hello Naomi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-8152507723013947798?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/8152507723013947798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=8152507723013947798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/8152507723013947798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/8152507723013947798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-times-like-these.html' title='It&apos;s times like these.'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_IElqvuA0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Sfu0CWSIJJo/s72-c/DSC00900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-3588856616633892018</id><published>2008-03-27T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T05:52:59.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? Dunno  ( =</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R-tu5qvuAzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KLiaOH2zXhY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Instructions: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Kill whomever who tagged you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Don’t tag anyone in case of death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Make sure you drink a few shots of tequila to spill your deepest darkest secrets. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. Tequila is also good for lying. =P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. Change the question that you malas nak type long anwers for.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6. Plot to murder the person whom created the “damned free ar” tag game.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*changed 14!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Mie k? ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 3 blog buddies you &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;wouldn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; take with you? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; : Fabes, cause he would panic and die. If he doesn’t die, he might be trying to see if he could make me into a gay guy as well. (would take Mei from all the doctors in the list, we *might* live longer, fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd&lt;/strong&gt; :Lit Shiuan, for his apparent gayness aura will infect even the fishies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd&lt;/strong&gt; : Jaspattay, cause she will finish the food too fast. (just kidding =P)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*I would put Mie in this list, cause tak nak dia mati, but she’s not just a buddy *winks*!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Milan&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. To knock Silvio Berlusconi’s head, and tell him to cough up 100 million pounds to buy players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World peace. And free coffee. If there is free coffee, there will be world peace. See!! So give out free coffee you Brazilians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever studied Physics? Guess not, cause you spend too much time asking crazed questions. Thank you for this time waster though, cause now I know how to make the human race into a superhuman race – that is to murder you. Kindly leave your contact after the punctuation mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sanity. If not, I will end up in jail for murdering a few people whom tagged me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a KLIBOR futures contract. Lol, just kidding. I’d finish me course, then open a restaurant. Then be a “Datuk”. Then open bumiputra construction company, and earn big bucks. Then retire. No, wait, then I would have more millions to spend. Damned. Now I have to come up with more answers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;HIM? *raises eyebrow* That one, my gay poll winner, Lit Shiuan will let you know. Her? Ask Mie. ( =  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 people whom tagged me (that I know of). &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So we shall start with Teresa.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. She will not hesitate to skewer you into a shish-kebab if your part of the assignment isn’t done.&lt;br /&gt;2. She look garang only, but inside, soft soft wan. (But she will kill me if she sees this. Lol)&lt;br /&gt;3. A very good friend. *smiles*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now for the Lit Shiuan.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. He’s gay. Meaning that if I need someone to seal a contract with gay CEO, he’s the man. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;2. He’s always good for a laugh. At his expense of course.&lt;br /&gt;3. He will distract the lecturer if everything’s in a bind, and you can’t answer the lecturer’s question. Plus a great “Shuuuusher” if the Angels or the Flowers can’t keep their volume down. And is a good dummy if you need&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a distraction to blow up a building.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Which type of cars I love the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small cars, fast cars, cruise cars. So that means (in order!) the old mini, the Dodge SRT Viper, and the ever lovely heart melting pocketing scorching Maserati Gran Turismo. (pic below)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R-tu5qvuAzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KLiaOH2zXhY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R-tu5qvuAzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KLiaOH2zXhY/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182357733225923378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Which do you prefer from your other half? hug? or kiss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( =&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell! But be warned, for every fault that you spill, I shall reveal five of yours. And it’s not going to be pretty *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Why are you smiling now?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cause I’m sitting in the house writing this post, and the people who tagged me are having exam. *evil laugh*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys whom are shopaholics are gay. Fabes is the best example. Jcard? Got. QuickSilver card? Got. FCUK card? Got. Isetan card? Applying. Padini card? Got. I think you get what I mean. Since Richard =/= gay, therefore Richard =/= shopaholic. Lol. But I have no qualms tagging along for the ride:)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What kind of electronic device/gadget you own that you like most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dead 8310. But ya know…it’s dead already. Damned. I loved the keypad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intelligence. From 130 to 180. Plus me EQ, from 160 to 2356. Then I can conquer the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What makes you feel disappointed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Milan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; loses. Damn you for betraying my support. But I’d still be with you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. If given a chance, do you want to see your future?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I think the moment I see it, the big guy up there will change it in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.What does your friends labelled you as?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painfully endearing. Lol. Or something along the lines. Hahahhahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now unto some real stuff. Nope, nothing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-3588856616633892018?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/3588856616633892018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=3588856616633892018' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3588856616633892018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/3588856616633892018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-dunno.html' title='Why? Dunno  ( ='/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R-tu5qvuAzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KLiaOH2zXhY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-8232916189207859273</id><published>2008-03-26T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T04:50:36.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Things You Should Consider</title><content type='html'>When you are at the coffee-house, or wherever else that you park your bum+notebook, while you have coffee, or tea (tea has been found to be a cure for anthrax, or some sorts, link &lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/defense/2008/03/counter-anthrax.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) Anyways, let get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my own guide of course, so any damages that are resultant of following guide will be dealt with "Who ask you to follow?", thank you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Put your drinks behind your laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arrangement of YOU-LAPTOP-COFFEE, with your drink being right behind your screen. I have a good reason for this. If you have coffee on either side, or the front of your laptop, it it gets bumped by you (it's always going to be you) it will spill unto your lappie. If it's behind, most probably it will fall away from your laptop, thus giving you roughly 3 seconds to save your laptop. So people, put it behind k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Always ask for tissues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only can you wipe away your tears when you find out that your beloved Liverpool got torn apart by ManU, but it also will serve as a coaster for your (inevitable) ice blended drinks. Condensation is a problem at times, (shall stave away the temptation to use physics terms!) so all the water will be flowing somewhere, likely towards your power cords. Just place the drink on the tissue will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. If there is food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy. Pack the laptop! EAT, then ask the waiter to get rid of the cutlery, unpack laptop, do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Always bring a friend if you anticipate that you will be there long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not because you will feel stressed doing work and such (so you can use the friend as a punching bag) but rather for those moments that will arrive within an hour of drinking an ice cold drink. It's better to leave your laptop with a friend while you're at the loo, than with the "trustworthy" minimal waged workers of the place. Just make sure you log off first, to stop prying eyes. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Lock your stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend got mugged in McD's, luckily the culprit only got away with the lappie bag, minus the lappie. So you have got to get one of those annoying locking things to lock your laptop in place. For me, i sit at the corner, with two walls beside me to lessen the risk of someone snatching my laptop. Plus i put my bag right beside me, sometimes, i tie the bag to the chair itself. Take your own precautions, but make sure they are fool-hardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Battery saving if you don't have a charger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to listen to music while you do your work, use portable mp3 player instead. Playing files on the laptop will suck the batt life out of it. Also, if you aren't surfing the net, make sure to turn off the wifi, and also don't leave your bluetooth on all the time. Lastly, if the lighting is good, you might want to consider lowering the brightness of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Online security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you log in to an open network, anyone else can do the same. So *at times* there can be unscrupulous people who will take advantage of that and will try to hack into your comp through the network. Make sure the firewalls are up. If you don't have one, get one now. Plus, please do not do any online transactions (involving bank numbers/credit card number) if you're at these "wifi hotspots". Limit most of your activity to surfing only. I may sound paranoid, but few million identities reported stolen last year begs to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Referenced from "Richard's Unfinished Book of Coffee House Tips". Inspired by Abdul's "10 Things That You Should Do When You Make A Big Mistake", link &lt;a href="http://drumsout.wordpress.com/2008/03/17/10-things-you-should-do-when-you-make-a-big-mistake/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a parting picture, this is a stressball, dubbed "Insanity" made by Mie and her friends for an assignment. I'm willing to trade one "Insanity" for anything ranging from&lt;br /&gt;15 "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I-Will-Sign-Your-Attendance-For-You&lt;/span&gt;" coupon,&lt;br /&gt;to 5 "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I-Will-Do-Your-Assignment-For-You&lt;/span&gt;" coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R-o11KvuAyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dOosmKCYJ7E/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R-o11KvuAyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dOosmKCYJ7E/s320/DSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182013508777018146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry! Stocks are running low!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Due to fear of Teresa murdering me for not putting up a chatbox, there it is, and this one i can delete stupid sex-advert comment posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note :&lt;br /&gt;The winner of "Who is the most gay guy you know" poll is Lit Shiuan with 5 votes, seconded by fabes with 2 votes, and third Chee Wei with one vote. lol. I wonder if i put my name there, would i get a vote. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, i might be putting up what i have been up to during hols sometime this week, if i am "rajin" enough. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-8232916189207859273?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/8232916189207859273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=8232916189207859273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/8232916189207859273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/8232916189207859273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/03/15-things-you-should-consider.html' title='15 Things You Should Consider'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R-o11KvuAyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dOosmKCYJ7E/s72-c/DSC00192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-8902389940876962554</id><published>2008-03-16T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T02:44:39.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness contravenes</title><content type='html'>It's the hols already. So don't be expecting any other posts other than this one:) One week off and i'd be back next week. I see that my poll has gotten ten votes, which would translate to 10 people vising this site 10 times a week? I'm very warmed:) lol. Anyways, i have gotten some very insane remarks about my tastespotting "food porn" bit of post in the last week. Replies include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Richard you idiot. I was hungry, then you made me hungrier.&lt;br /&gt;2. How they manage to photoshop those photos to make them look so delicious?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why got satay there wan? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i have always maintained in this blog is that, thread with caution and also at your won risk. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i think i am going to post a long one today, because i am stressed out. (stressed out = good post = long post = lots of things that you probably don't need to know). I'd be starting with the stuff that you don't need to know, or things that you might wanna know, but don't know where to search them for. I shall start with this, taken off &lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/gadgets/2008/03/scientists-demo.html"&gt;Wired Magazine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zefetsluI/AAAAAAAAANc/3AhgNBQ3rfM/s1600-h/Picture+1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zefetsluI/AAAAAAAAANc/3AhgNBQ3rfM/s320/Picture+1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178258303971268322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that you may ask? It's an X-ray of a chest of course! And that white blot thingie on the left side of the chest (that would be your right side of the screen), is a pacemaker - a little gadget that in implanted into people with irregular heartbeat problems. Anyways, these wonderful life saving gadgets emit radio signals to tell your doc whether your heart is working, or vice versa. What you didn't know is that a bunch of mad scientists have recently managed to hack into the pacemaker over it's unencrypted radio signal, and would be able to completely shut it off, or turn it into a time-bomb. I can't imagine any mad men trying to take advantage of this little loophole, but why not put some firewall/encryption into that thing. I hate to see one nut-case trying to blackmail the world by threatening to shut every pace maker around - which would sound like Fabes, but he's horrid with gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of world nonsense for a moment, lookie here at what i have found:) last week i have posted a tiny bit about the Volvo alarm clock which looks uber-cool. Too bad for those who can't wake up to loud noises, no worries, cause i have the next best thing. A pillow! [via &lt;a href="http://www.geekologie.com/2008/03/pillow_brightens_to_wake_you_u.php"&gt;Geekologie&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zgXutslvI/AAAAAAAAANk/lKQvlTYnPJU/s1600-h/wake-you-up-pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zgXutslvI/AAAAAAAAANk/lKQvlTYnPJU/s320/wake-you-up-pillow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178260369850537714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it wakes you up 40 mins before your wake time. LOL. I'm just kidding, the OLED's in the pillow starts to slowly light up 40 mins before so it's be as bright as sunshine when you really need to wake up. I can imagine the scene now, Someone opens the curtains to reveal the sunlight, then you grunt, roll over to your side, and puts the pillow on your face, then scream "MY EYES!! MY EYES!!" damn you stupid pillow. lol. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning, The next few Paragraphs are Rated NSFW (Not suitable for work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then again, you can always wake up your sleeping whomever with this nifty little weird thing. Ya know how the Japanese love to make all sorts of gadgets to suit their insatiable sex drives, yes? Well, they have over done it this time with a mad mad "Buddha Lucky Palm Breast Massager". Lol. Why oh why do they think of such things? [via &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/368064/buddha-lucky-palm-breast-massager"&gt;Gizmodo&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zh9OtslxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HKG0sCS5rls/s1600-h/boobmassager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zh9OtslxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HKG0sCS5rls/s320/boobmassager.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178262113607259922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. The situation may back-fire on the guys whom are contemplating *on getting their gfs/wives* one of these madness. I think with a simple hack, say replacing the motors inside, plus a nine volt batt instead of the normal 1.5 vlt ones, it would make a great self-defense tool against pervs like Lit Shiuan:) hahahaha. The pain would be unimaginable. (if you don't understand what i am trying to say, it's ok, that proves you're a very innocent person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, while we are that the matters of all things that are not supposed to be shown in front of your boss, or your grandparents, Here's something you might be interested in yourself:) [via &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/368305/exmocare-bt2-allows-your-employers-to-monitor-your-emotions-arousal-level"&gt;Gizmodo&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zjrOtslyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UViKM1R0Phc/s1600-h/exmocarewatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zjrOtslyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UViKM1R0Phc/s320/exmocarewatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178264003392870178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a watch or something huh? Well, in some ways, it is a watch, but it's also a crazy mad gadget! Really. I mean it. It allows you to monitor that person's heart-beat, perspiration, blood pressure to tell what emotions that person is having at the moment. Hehehehe. The author tried it on himself, and gotten a "Excited 95%" reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zkYOtslzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/w6vx_OdcW7c/s1600-h/cp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zkYOtslzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/w6vx_OdcW7c/s320/cp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178264776486983474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So people, you know what this means right? Let me spell it out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No more porn at work, the house, anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;2. Easier to pick up a date and see if he/she is interested in you.&lt;br /&gt;3. No more lying to the wife/gf that she looks great in those jeans. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough of the nonsense i guess. I think my posts these days are getting more pencilled into the mad things technology gives us these days. But just one last paragraph of something (or two) then i will go on to my normal post! Promise:) *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, by the time we (or rather i) graduate and start work and then have enough money to buy a car, most of my options would be hybrids, or even electric cars. The thing is that i don't think that these types of cars retain the soul of the cars of this time and age because,  they don't sound like one. lol. Since engines are entirely run by electricity, there won't be any grunts, and sounds of bolts dropping to the floor. Thankfully, there's one company that feels the same way as i do, and presents to you the Fisker Karma [via &lt;a href="http://www.autoblog.com/2008/03/13/fisker-karma-to-project-a-jet-turbine-sound-using-speakers/"&gt;Autoblog&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zmq-tsl0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/2XefxgNlvKw/s1600-h/fiskerkarmalive81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zmq-tsl0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/2XefxgNlvKw/s320/fiskerkarmalive81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178267297632786242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car has speakers that would emit sounds of anything from a fighter jet to a sports-car. Lol. I would imagine a hack that would play sounds like "Get out of my way you idiotic Proton driver who has bought useless loud exhaust pipes that scrape the ground etc etc etc". Hahaha. With 0-100kmph in 6 seconds, i would seriously smoke that nut-head easy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now unto my normal post. I have noticed that bus drivers these days are increasingly being more polite and more courteous to their passengers. Maybe it's because they finally realize that we are the ones whom are actually paying their wages. lol. And since they are so understanding to our needs and realize that we are at times at a rush for time, they would do a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Run the lights for you.&lt;br /&gt;(Driver, i need to be there in 30 mins, can you make it? : : "No problem boss!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Zig/zag through traffic for you.&lt;br /&gt;(Driver, i need to do a bus chase scene for my project, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt;? : : "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOLEH&lt;/span&gt; BOSS!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Use illegal lanes for you/honk at people driving under 150kmph/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, they love you a lot. so use the public transport! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we say that MMU has a lot of creative and innovative students, i'm sure that those people didn't mean that in this way, two sets of photos taken by yours truly:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zpyOtsl1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/kYELUpgsYWs/s1600-h/grafitti2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zpyOtsl1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/kYELUpgsYWs/s320/grafitti2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178270720721721170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zpyetsl2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/QcbOp5lPPzY/s1600-h/grafitti+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zpyetsl2I/AAAAAAAAAOc/QcbOp5lPPzY/s320/grafitti+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178270725016688482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They were trying to make sense of their lectures by writing down encrypted notes on the desk-chairs thingie. Hope they pass their exams:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And oh, i wanted to blog about this tiny Starbucks place in Section 17, but i didn't take photos of the place. It was nice, with loads of sofas, and also this conference table (i'm not kidding!), oval shaped with lights and such. Seats like 6-8, plus it's at the corner, so it's perfect for those mafia like meetings that you need. But I would blog about the Caramel Mocha Latte, that looks lovely, but their promise of "SWEETNESS!" is kinda disappointing. That's why i stick to Coffee Bean's Ice Blended Caramel. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zpyutsl3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/YTTbHEYjzqI/s1600-h/mocha+caramel+latte.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zpyutsl3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/YTTbHEYjzqI/s320/mocha+caramel+latte.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178270729311655794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zpy-tsl4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/68NknpRHr00/s1600-h/paper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zpy-tsl4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/68NknpRHr00/s320/paper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178270733606623106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And oh, this starbucks uses recycled paper as napkins. i &lt;3 the designs on it. lol. I think this is the first time i'm using "&lt;3".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last picture of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zq7etsl6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/hdA5_MmkECo/s1600-h/toilet+sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zq7etsl6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/hdA5_MmkECo/s320/toilet+sign.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178271979147138978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha! it's a signage to the restrooms. I think, the warning signs would fit Steve and Chee Wei to a tee. =P Anyways, the restaurant that i took this photo is called Wekitpietyesdeut something. lol. Just kidding. I forgot the name, but it's next to the Restoran Lorong Seratus Tahun (i swear that's real! and has killer curry mee). If you don't know where that is, it's in SS2 Pj. If you don't know where it is, it's near section 17, past section 14. If you don't know where that is, you can either Google it or call me:) The restaurant sells bubble tea as a main attraction btw, people don't go there just for the funny restroom sign:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it people. Super Long Post, plus a new poll! go vote! (results of the previous vote for "When do you visit this blog?" is 10 votes for "when i feel like it". The other answers came up empty. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-8902389940876962554?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/8902389940876962554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=8902389940876962554' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/8902389940876962554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/8902389940876962554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/03/madness-contravenes.html' title='Madness contravenes'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9zefetsluI/AAAAAAAAANc/3AhgNBQ3rfM/s72-c/Picture+1_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-1705784944786185154</id><published>2008-03-11T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T01:34:48.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nods Head</title><content type='html'>Was quite surprised at the number of people asking why my blogsite was down (nope, not you jas, you messaged me at god knows what hour of the night). So here it is again. If you all might have noticed, i did put up a "Under Construction" sign before my blog got deleted. Here's the truth k? I wanted to delete my other hideous blog that i put up for my assignment, and *god knows how* i managed to delete my main one. =P it's ok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, if you guys have any suggestions for this site, feel free to let me know, and help me code it *evil grin* fabes the gay asked me to keep my blog white in colour because apparently the previous black made it hard to read. *i told him to go change his comp monitor* Anyways, i'd be keeping the white, and if i do manage to get my hands on a lovely white (&amp;amp;preferably a splash of red) template, i'd change it asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now unto the news. I have put up a polling thing at the side-bar, which i accidentally found on blogspot. (I actually had found a lovely polling coding that i wanted to put up, but since blogspot had one...) Anyways, everytime *fingers crossed* i post a new post, i will be putting up a new poll. This week a simple one i guess. Though most probably you all know i *mainly* post once a week and it's usually on sunday night. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those flashy RM1.5k per lamp-posts that we have in putrajaya? Do you know why they are getting bent and out of shape and etc? It's not because of poor maintenances or shoddy jobs. It's because we text while we walk. It happens all around the world, and now UK has this charity group named Living Streets to pad the lamp-posts with cushions so the people in Brick Lane London doesn't get head injury. Here's a pic (courtesy of Yahoo! News)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9Y86etslnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bP6vx3QuRyQ/s1600-h/padded_post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9Y86etslnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bP6vx3QuRyQ/s320/padded_post.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176391797083772530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the food lovers in us, yes, i'm talking about you. I have found this site filled with pictures of "food porn", plus i think the site owner's south-east asian, cause i spotted instant noodles. lol. It's salivating just to look at these photos. It's madness! How can they make Satay &amp;amp; Hakka Noodles look so delicious is way beyond me. Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.tastespotting.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;, and here's a sample photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9Y-EutsloI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mqVMqwd09uI/s1600-h/chocsouffwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9Y-EutsloI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mqVMqwd09uI/s320/chocsouffwall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176393072689059458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's bleeding &amp;amp; oozing chocolates. Damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Note for jaspattay. Click&lt;a href="http://www.lollyphile.com/maple-bacon.php"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those volvo fanatics, here's an alarm clock that you would love. If you aren't a volvo fanatic, well, it looks great either way. Plus it's got motion sensor to see if you're awake, and if you aren't it'll simply continue playing your pre-set mp3 file till the loudest setting - which could wake up the dead. Photo Via DVICE.com, link &lt;a href="http://dvice.com/archives/2008/03/seven_alarm_clo.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9Y_netslpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ONs5ORbLc9Q/s1600-h/alarm_clock_motionsensor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9Y_netslpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ONs5ORbLc9Q/s320/alarm_clock_motionsensor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176394769201141394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for the health conscious people out there, here's a product that will kick the Nike/iPod system out of the way. It's a Nintendo/Nike system. Lol. There's no release date, and nothing else but rumours, but apparently the project is underway:) Here's a would be prototype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9ZAy-tslqI/AAAAAAAAANA/W3MchR837XM/s1600-h/NES-shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9ZAy-tslqI/AAAAAAAAANA/W3MchR837XM/s320/NES-shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176396066281264802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the girls, there's the HannsMilano. A handbag with a TV? Or a TV as a handbag? I have no idea. Apparently HannSpree.com who makes tv's have said that the design is "inspired by today's modern woman" - so are they saying that today's modern women have quirky handbags or they watch too much tv? Read more at &lt;a href="http://www.pocket-lint.co.uk/news/news.phtml/13350/14374/HANNSpree-hannsmilano-handbag-inspired-television.phtml"&gt;PocketLint&lt;/a&gt; and photo is as below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9ZCK-tslsI/AAAAAAAAANM/MNBBqsKjEio/s1600-h/hannsmilano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9ZCK-tslsI/AAAAAAAAANM/MNBBqsKjEio/s320/hannsmilano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176397578109753026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i have been away for a while, so i shall just give a brief breakdown of everything that has happened so far. Apparently, Chee Wei DENIED everything that happened between himself and Steve (picture below) when i asked him about it, but does admit that he was "high" that night, photo taken from &lt;a href="http://whenfrogsfly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura's Blog&lt;/a&gt;, you can ask her for details:)  So go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9ZD8OtsltI/AAAAAAAAANU/nnn5ixZAu2s/s1600-h/306931421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9ZD8OtsltI/AAAAAAAAANU/nnn5ixZAu2s/s320/306931421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176399523729938130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chee Wei and Steve in action:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And we had a guest speaker for E-Commerce the other day, and he was the type of guy that Fabes would jump at straight. Plus instead of giving us a talk on e-commerce, he turned it into a recruitment drive for his company. Now if he wasn't such a person, i would have asked questions and maybe answered a few other questions. (plus if the prizes he gave out were free holiday trips, i would have most definitely been raising my hand each time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, till next time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/741461044594454026-1705784944786185154?l=xenac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/feeds/1705784944786185154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=741461044594454026&amp;postID=1705784944786185154' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1705784944786185154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/741461044594454026/posts/default/1705784944786185154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenac.blogspot.com/2008/03/nods-head.html' title='Nods Head'/><author><name>xenac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R_TnMavuA_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/xVdk1x9d6nY/S220/DSC00386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rIgeiKaI9nc/R9Y86etslnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bP6vx3QuRyQ/s72-c/padded_post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741461044594454026.post-5216972558989524404</id><published>2008-03-09T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T06:16:55.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beta Testing.</title><content type='html'>Haven't really gotten to getting everything to work just yet, plus being weighed down by the usual stuff. Anyways, i *PROMISE* to get everything working before the next next week (which i would have a one week holiday squezzed in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, just the minimalist look:) Feel free to link me up again. And oh, i will be posting regularly again ti
