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see'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-4431542119190564058</id><published>2008-12-17T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:22:06.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love guru/Y.P.F</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Currently playing on ipod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Its Christmas!Let's be glad'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  - Sufjian stevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://andrewgaug.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/love-guru-poster-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 599px;" src="http://andrewgaug.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/love-guru-poster-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariska hargitay everyone. Its a greeting they used in the love guru which i find absolutely hilarious because she is an actress and they said it like its an Indian greeting. wtf hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love guru is your typical "toilet bowl" humour sorta comedy. The one with the multiple farts and the accidental/intentional kick to the groin. Both of which i find very funny. However i don't lol at all of this kind of comedies, like maybe adam sandler ones for example. He is funny, but not that funny. Although i'd like to conclude that he still is funny. His movies are sometimes more of the obligatory funny then really funny. You feel obliged to laugh at his movies because he is in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a matter of preference really, like how i use to like the o.c. rather then one tree hill. Never mind that their storyline and idea of the story was almost similar, rather it was the choice of actor and actress and also the chemistry that they shared together. In reality however both series were flawed and full of crap most of the time. Mike myers however isn't full of crap. As nonsensical or silly as the plot gets in the film, you can almost forgive it because of its satirical approach, and also because its a comedy. No matter how retarded or unbelievable the storyline gets in a comedy it is always acceptable because it is a comedy. Thats why i love comedies. You can hardly go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the love guru is about this guru pitka who settles conflicts , but to first get the whole "guru" concept you must either be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. A hippie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Lover of all things 60's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you might have occasionally read about those things. Back then it was all the rage, as people wanted answers to all things cosmic, like why are we here? what is the purpose of life? all the kinds of things we are too busy to be bothered with these days(with the existence of internet pornography) an i wonder why . The love guru is has many sexual references (including the ones about male genitalia) with feel good elements suitable for the whole family. One of the memorable quotes is the one about the bible- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;asic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nstructions &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;efore &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;eaving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;arth. haha, or intimacy- In To Me I See and also the one on how he urges his followers to go from "Nowhere" to "Now here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cameos deserve honorable mention, from voice over of morgan freeman and a certain justin timberlake playing Jacques "Le Coq" Grandé. Nice to know that a big shot such as himself still does roles like this. Owh if you are wondering "Le coq" is The cock. Nicknamed because of you know his large....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y.P.F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.movies4world.com/up/files/6gwygjl7pw6m11f58xlx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 655px;" src="http://www.movies4world.com/up/files/6gwygjl7pw6m11f58xlx.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another very funny and incredibly smart movie. Cast are virtual unknowns, most of which are CANADIANS *barney stinson style*  You know those kind of movies with 6-1000 intertwined love stories? its the same thing. Only with copulation involve. Rated pg-13 i think, which translates to about over-30 here in Malaysia. But what the heck, get your legal custodian/youth advisor to watch it with you. I would advice against it if you haven't had the talk about the "birds and the bees".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YPF is basically a movie that underlines the way that the new generation of young ones who try to separate sex from any emotional attachment, but ends up falling back in to it in anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on i'd like to thank my darling acer 3546tpxxshs for having multiple &lt;del&gt;orgasms&lt;/del&gt; restarts. After all i have done for you. Also i have been smoking a lot lately. My whole room and every thing in here smells smokey. It has this odour, which is rather attractive come to think of it- that i am actually turned on. I was thinking of using the electric one instead, but my housemate told me that he used it before and it wasn't effective, and that the mosquito landed right on top of it, oblivious that it was actually meant to kill it. I am talking about Mosquito coil bitches, not cigarettes. Its so hard to convey tone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, ptr.y is a fag. Sharing deodorant and wax is cute? pfft. I bet he left out the part about the communal toothbrush that he shares with his brother. Not so cute now eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/66258376299269595-4431542119190564058?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/4431542119190564058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=4431542119190564058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/4431542119190564058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/4431542119190564058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-guruypf.html' title='Love guru/Y.P.F'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-7807684553734687550</id><published>2008-12-02T23:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:38:36.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to lose friends and alienate people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/STVi7AlSQXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MeBZ0PC_3QI/s1600-h/upload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/STVi7AlSQXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MeBZ0PC_3QI/s320/upload.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275231304442593650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a title that isn't so hard to do.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you seen The devil wears prada? I am sure you have. Or ugly betty? Young girl with principles and ideals. Hoping to stay grounded, but ends up ****ed anyway? So the title above is actually a film based on a book. With a male character in the world of hollywood but set in new york. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interesting thing about simon pegg that he is pretty versatile. Super cop in 'Hot fuzz', loser in 'run fat boy run'. Once again loser in the above title. Nevermind all are actually comedies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simon pegg plays a journalist. From a failed magazine in england. He gets noticed while crashing a party after his pet pig runs wild. The organizer of a party runs a very famous magazine called sharps. He gives sydney a 6 month try-out. But sidney (oh, thats what he is called btw, also by the alias of clark) acts all cynical, and annoying. Pissing people around him. Even that those who are connected, and somehow involve in getting him a scoop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this party he asks the people around him what is the best movie ever made? kirsten dunst character mentions la dolce la vita. Some old movie. He cuts her off and coyly mentions CON AIR as being the best movie of all time. Something i thought was funny, seeing how many douche bags acted in that. Something which he said was why the film was so good anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cast in the movie is worth honourable mention. There is the fox, gillian anderson and plenty other hot females. Also one rather unique one who spots a penis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also like to congratulate a peter pettreli over there (below) for hooking himself up with a spot on the National Service. Every little boys dream to go there, sorta like disneyland but only with a chance to hold a rifle and shoot blanks at a board. Also notice that every single fag, overweight-er and underachiever who goes there still is one when they get back? Those that aren't end up like that anyway :D Six packs? more like six fags &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/66258376299269595-7807684553734687550?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/7807684553734687550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=7807684553734687550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/7807684553734687550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/7807684553734687550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-lose-friends-and-alienate-people.html' title='how to lose friends and alienate people'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/STVi7AlSQXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MeBZ0PC_3QI/s72-c/upload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-8315465799321588691</id><published>2008-11-30T23:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:44:29.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run in with the law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://miamiherald.typepad.com/gaysouthflorida/images/2007/11/13/rufus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://miamiherald.typepad.com/gaysouthflorida/images/2007/11/13/rufus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/rufus+wainwright/track/a+foggy+day" title="'Rufus Wainwright - A Foggy Day' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Rufus Wainwright - A Foggy Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the title? yeah neither do i. It was either that or quantum of solace said with a japanese accent/slang. You know when the average jap speaks english?. Like any english word which hasn't been translated into japanese for official use or the ones where they say it in english but it still sounds japanese. Its like an extra OO or UU sound at the end of it. So it would be Quantum ofuu solace-suu kakaka funny? not? laugh damnit laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on. I would like to give a warm and brotherly welcome to the newest member of the pad. Snot nosed, fresh face, bright eyed and pink fleshed little prick &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ptr.y&lt;/span&gt; . Don't let the ah beng fied persona fool you, he has some potential (being modest here) scroll down for his post. Since james is off being a working class hero of our beloved society, he won't be back for another 10-20 years, so look out for him beggining 2018.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/424992779_8620f1f2e5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 363px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/424992779_8620f1f2e5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Hurrmmh recipe for disaster*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one female mongolian, one c4 explosive, and a bunch of goats to be scaped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall then begin my run on the latest movies and music, the only thing worth talking about these days. Besides &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" org="" wiki="" megan_fox=""&gt;the fox.&lt;/a&gt; How about politics? You may ask.. But with the advent of the mighty internet everybody has developed an interest, and/or an opinion about najib and the mongolian bombings or even human rights. There are people who make a living out of it and i think its best to leave it to the pros. Plus it gets pretty tiring after a while, and certainly gets you worked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old same old. How we hope to see change bla bla bla bark bark bark bark woof woof woof. Its what i like to call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOS&lt;/span&gt;- same old sh-.... Deep down we wise malaysians (or the unwise) know that if ever. Big mighty IF pakatan rakyat takes over, it would still be the same old sh- Its a bad combination, narrow minded left wing (or right) conservatives, modern umno thugs, and noisy rocket boys. Recipe for disaster.  Although i would think that maharaja petra would make a fantastic PM, indeed then malaysia surely boleh. Till then please continue reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3276/2790756860_5b036f2c9b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3276/2790756860_5b036f2c9b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day dreams aside. I recently watched Quantum ofuu solaceuu. I remember watching casino royale 2 years back when it first came out. Fresh out of exams that time, it was like no other bond film (bear in mind back then bond was synonymous with pierce brosnan and my it was baaaaaad. He was old, fat and pretty. It wasn't funny, it was more like joke. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The casting of daniel craig was largely criticized, for him being a blonde and not pretty enough. Even i had my doubts. All was gone when i came out from those swinging doors of the cinema. The song, the girl, the action, the suave, dark, rugged blonde blew me away. Then occasionally you would see it playing on a 60 inch sony lcd tv with the words 'blu-ray' shinning brightly below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although by the time i had seen the movie i had already read some reviews, mixed mostly. Some saying it was bad, lacking humour, to much action. Whiny little ****s. I thought it was good. I mean compared to the casino royale you would expect something more (naturally). But i thought it was good, as it continued with the story line of bond taking revenge, consumed and blinded with anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2790756646_5d673a63ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2790756646_5d673a63ba.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a bit more dialogue, which is a no no here in malaysia. People already squirming in their seats wondering why are they talking? fight already!. Did i mentioned i saw it in ipoh? Which was a complete ****up. The ac wasn't working, the seat was awkwardly positioned. The guy next to me was either a hobo or a retard. Maybe both. The smell, the smell. Even the cinema was tucked inside the food court. Hooray. Further down the row sat a crazy man shouting to himself. Each time i thought he would finally stop, hoboretard would wriggle in his seat beside me. Why Why why do i constantly find myself in such situations in the cinema?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do watch the movie if you haven't. The first action sequence is worth 10 bucks already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://miamiherald.typepad.com/gaysouthflorida/images/2007/11/13/rufus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://miamiherald.typepad.com/gaysouthflorida/images/2007/11/13/rufus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rufus wainwright. My favourite. Critically acclaimed, but hardly mainstream. Actually he has appeared on a lot of OSTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background on Rufus wainwright first. He is a singer/songwriter. Has about 4-5 albums to his name, and countless tracks on other movie soundtracks. Has a sort of nasally, lazy voice. Think jay chou but the real deal. Why am i even comparing him to the inferior jay chou? Also he comes from a family of performers. Father was some famed (still is) folk singer. Mother performed a lot also, and so does the sister. So naturally he followed. He started performing at a young age together with his mother and sister, like a troupe. But for the past decade has made a name for himself. I have always thought that some of his songs would make great christian hymns/songs (albeit rather inappropriate, the title 'gay messiah' would start a riot) Forget hill songs, Rufus wainwright would be driving a steam roller over the shouts and screams of &lt;span class="subsection-description"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Darlene Zschech&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . But then again music isn't about who is better, more towards personal taste. So i shan't say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.queerty.com/queer/Rufus,%20Judy%20Posters-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 273px;" src="http://www.queerty.com/queer/Rufus,%20Judy%20Posters-thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my vague and incoherent description of him. Click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rufus_wainwright"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; for a some what detailed picture. The picture you see above is the poster for the concert. A remake of judy garlands famed night in the Carnegie hall. So he sings while being backed by a 40-piece orchestra. Its the songs of the 50-60s with the big band/jazzy feel. It has been called "the greatest night in show business history" and i can think of no one else could do a remake as well. His voice is versatile, with a good range an control, i would like to think angelic or what would be from a gay angel. From opera to slow love songs, even the occasional fast number (wtf sounds so 5os) He does it so effortlessly. I just adore anything he does, even if its gay opera porn for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the sky is getting dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall bid farewell then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-8315465799321588691?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/8315465799321588691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=8315465799321588691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/8315465799321588691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/8315465799321588691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2008/11/run-in-with-law.html' title='Run in with the law'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3276/2790756860_5b036f2c9b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-2796872442361387835</id><published>2008-10-19T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T02:53:05.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle eye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.eyefetch.com/p/op/447121-60a708a4-a4a4-40e8-b663-608fe3fa0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img1.eyefetch.com/p/op/447121-60a708a4-a4a4-40e8-b663-608fe3fa0045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eagle eye 2 the call of nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since i last watched a movie. The last was the fabulous batman. Its only worth your money to see action-packed movies in the cinema nowadays seeing that the sound system does gives an orgasmic value. The other reason being that to many crappy movies are being made for a fast buck (fastfoodfurios, anything with vin diesel, lindsay lohan, hillary duff, judd law and those dumb animations, disney has made one to many already) Those kinda movies are what you pick up from   &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dsifry/2941272718/" target="_blank"&gt;Brian's&lt;/a&gt;   over the weekends. "onnrii ate lollarrs a piiece, i gibb you discount one....rerstt assuuredd mr soonn. Mai lvds arrr off hiyest quarityyy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the minor issues of unwanted extras-Those in the audience who give their 2 cents out loud, and others who make noises which are uncannily similar to those of animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cinema there are a few unwritten rules..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule NO.1. When the movie starts STFU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule NO 2. No really when the movie starts STFU.&lt;br /&gt;if you really have to talk...whisper. Even if its to yourself. Or sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No 3. The usual, turn off cellphone. No need to put it to silent. Only makes them family jewels vibrate...Plus you paid 11 bucks to enjoy the movie. Not a phone call. I once saw this huge ape violently slamming unlucky ah chong's phone right into his skull because he was talking so loudly. True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule NO 4. Bring a plastic bag. So you don't need to go to the toilet. But if you really have to, there's always that cup from the guy sitting next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule NO 5. The only jeering,cheering,screaming is to be done during the advertisements. Which some argue, are sometimes better than the movie itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all in accordance with a study done by the CAOM (the Cinema association of malaysia.) in which 89 percent% of those who took the survey agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about the movie. I am sure many of you recognise Shia Labeouf, the kid who has come a long way from Even Stevens to become one of the most sort after action star. He is really good. Like many other actors out there. Some who are more talented in fact. The likes of colin farrell, Joaquin phoenix, ryan gosling comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing sets him apart from the rest of them. You know like how some people have their own trademark? That one defining characteristic about them? Well the one recognizable trait of Shia Labeouf is definitely his lips. His wet, wet lips. Its rather distracting.... or sexy. Maybe both. One thing stands out though... Its that its really obvious. To me at least it is. You don't see him actually licking his lips in the movie. It would be a carnal sin to include that kinda footage in a million dollar production...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lepawsbakery.com/images/pug_licking_lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.lepawsbakery.com/images/pug_licking_lips.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true and i am not exaggerating. And NO i do not have some kind of weird fetish involving Shia Labeouf and his irresistibly wet lips. I noticed that since transformers, also that time he was being interviewed on jimmy kimmel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*double licks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i know its a glass shattering moment. Reality hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.filmschoolrejects.com/images/eagle-eye-01-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.filmschoolrejects.com/images/eagle-eye-01-lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pantswheezpants* need...more...exercise....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;that being said. i can think of any other person who would play it better. He has this sort of wimpish,  desperate vibe he does  together with the whole kelam kabutness which makes him more human.  Average joes out there can actually relate to his character. All he needs to do more is sss sstuuter. An oscar winning performance i would think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3242/2800612150_5355d9e6ae.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3242/2800612150_5355d9e6ae.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However the whole plot of super computer taking over is rather unrealistic. Especially when its set in the present day. The level of advancement in AI technology is still at its infancy, I don't see how its possible... but then again so are aliens, the difference is that they actually exist...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I was talking to  Kuok, i told him if it were to happen here in malaysia. IF. Somehow some super computer launched a cyber attack. It would definitely be the best comedy ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie the supercomputer is defeated by them switching off the power and draining the liquid used to cool it down. and finally stabbing it in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have 2 options here in Malaysia. Actually just one Feasible one, the other seems crazy. P2P jeng jeng jeng. Everyone downloads simultaneously.  Goodbye super computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it starts uploading its file somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again the public starts uploading. Since streamyx controls the majority of the broadband access, and seeing how useless they are they might cut supercomps upload speed. For once their stupidity works in our favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/2873597770_1f2246ed88.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/2873597770_1f2246ed88.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those bags~~under my eyes~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Part of it is actually inspired by Space oddesey 2001's HALL.  Thankfully there is a hot mama (literally) Michelle Monaghan.  Then there was the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie   Shia is repeatedly shot when he tries to sacrifice himself. Its that moment when times slows down, camera does the 360 spin around him while the bullets hits his body. Blood splattering out. He then drops on the floor. You then assume he is dead. Which is a good thing. Nothing is more cinema worthy then a hero who sacrificed himself. It adds value to the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all good. Even if the film had stopped there. It would have been brilliant. Almost magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they just had to spoil it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera then shows the funeral of those who were sacrificed. That they were true Americans, that kinda  silly narration which normally happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we see michelle monaghan finally reunited with her son,  who celebrates his birthday together with his friends.  Shia labeouf then appears  .... Aiy say anti climax betul laaarrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then see both of them lingering around, acting shy an all.  Then  Michelle leans over  to peck him on the cheek.  Owh gawrsh... the age difference makes it unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had wanted to make people realise their dependence on cellphones and stuff. They had wanted to make the film in such a way that people who had watched it would turn off their phones once they went out of the cinema. Obviously it didn't work as i saw some guys texting in middle of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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/66258376299269595-2796872442361387835?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2796872442361387835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2796872442361387835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2008/10/eagle-eye.html' title='Eagle eye.'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-5536391890865006704</id><published>2008-10-17T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:48:49.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality tv brings out the animal in you. (Edit)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SPdwZkfpOhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N9KOj47V5f4/s1600-h/TARA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SPdwZkfpOhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N9KOj47V5f4/s320/TARA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257794674573785618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing race asia... Such is the fun watching you. I actually cheered when the malaysian team of actress and heiress wasn't eliminated.  It was like a cliff hanger moment when the robot (alan wu) muttered his lines....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU ARE THE LAST TO ARRIVE. &lt;/span&gt;hahaha. Retard. He gets paid just standing there and being all pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the honorable mention to our Malaysians who very the good. Both actress Ida nerina and her silly friend are a comic relief with their silly antics. And the stars of "the importance of being Earnest" Bernie and her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the most hated team, all the way from the Philippines... Temperamental filipino boy and silly girlfriend. Put even the koreans to shame, never mind that they were eliminated earlier on.  FUN FACT NO 1-koreans are normally perceive as Temperamental, temper throwing bunch. But thats a stereotype really...Although i would like to think otherwise. To many a time i have been proven wrong by korean dramas/ movies .An excellent point of reference b-t-w.  Don't let Bae young jun of winter sonata fool you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 1- korean girl and korean boy. Both dated. But after their romantic time together aka fornication the girl leaves without saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2 - both boy and girl continue with their lifes, both graduates. Boy as a lawyer. Girl as a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3. Both meet at the entrance of the hospital. You imagine a highly dramatize reunion-hugs kisses and more copulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4. The girl tears up as she approaches the guy... Guy is frowning. Girl  bites her lips  when suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah Ya tuhanku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such is the tough love. True story by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again confirmed by Pop Superstar, Rain. In one of his music videos storms out of his car and throws a hissy fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereotypes of koreans aside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ingriedients of success in a reality show is always the drama in it. Human conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh how i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about reality tv. MTV's own "The hills". At first it was kinda silly. But i ended up watching the whole primetime marathon T_________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while it gets a stale. The drama is so overrated, and so unnecessary... Again human conflict makes good television. However Lauren conrads constant emo-ing over how her "friends" screws her over all the time deserves mentioning. The saving grace is that you can stare at her pwetty little mugg for hourss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it isn't really reality, more like pseudo reality. The camera angles and all makes it sorta unbelievable. But a very good way to waste your time on Saturday night or a Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-5536391890865006704?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/5536391890865006704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=5536391890865006704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/5536391890865006704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/5536391890865006704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2008/10/reality-tv-brings-out-animal-in-you.html' title='Reality tv brings out the animal in you. (Edit)'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SPdwZkfpOhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N9KOj47V5f4/s72-c/TARA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-6091527754325269901</id><published>2008-09-21T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:31:13.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the importance of wearing a connncoOOOONNNDOOMMmmm'/><title type='text'>coocOOOONNdOOOOMMM</title><content type='html'>awesome &lt;a href="http://condomcondom.org/"&gt;ringtone&lt;/a&gt; bro. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-6091527754325269901?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/6091527754325269901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=6091527754325269901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/6091527754325269901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/6091527754325269901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2008/09/coocoooonndoooommm.html' title='coocOOOONNdOOOOMMM'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-2772037621732191489</id><published>2008-09-16T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:18:04.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we live in exciting times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/2861433613_8e66108c93.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/2861433613_8e66108c93.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3023/2861433245_5c7611d388.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3023/2861433245_5c7611d388.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2862339584_31cd448b0c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2862339584_31cd448b0c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*click to enlarge*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-2772037621732191489?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/2772037621732191489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=2772037621732191489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2772037621732191489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2772037621732191489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-live-in-exciting-times.html' title='we live in exciting times.'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-6387097688404089472</id><published>2008-09-16T03:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:38:01.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking like a hag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2860605668_0d9190144f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2860605668_0d9190144f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camera phone, testing, testing one two three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Yu-wen/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-6387097688404089472?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/6387097688404089472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=6387097688404089472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/6387097688404089472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/6387097688404089472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2008/09/looking-like-hag.html' title='looking like a hag'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-6051806563930201561</id><published>2008-09-13T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T03:23:01.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi bread rolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/2859809871_18d30e9cd0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/2859809871_18d30e9cd0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Running out of ideas~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-6051806563930201561?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/6051806563930201561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=6051806563930201561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/6051806563930201561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/6051806563930201561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2008/09/sushi-bread-rolls.html' title='Sushi bread rolls'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-9019611805917572787</id><published>2008-08-11T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:39:56.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the olympics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SJ8nxMfz4aI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nGvOKoxU9fk/s1600-h/6207efe6-09b9-4936-b6b1-0f1a89ec7c46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SJ8nxMfz4aI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nGvOKoxU9fk/s400/6207efe6-09b9-4936-b6b1-0f1a89ec7c46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232945018149527970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer for team human rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuuuuuu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-9019611805917572787?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/9019611805917572787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=9019611805917572787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/9019611805917572787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/9019611805917572787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2008/08/wuuuu.html' title='the olympics.'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SJ8nxMfz4aI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nGvOKoxU9fk/s72-c/6207efe6-09b9-4936-b6b1-0f1a89ec7c46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-7252636972226792672</id><published>2008-07-12T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:37:28.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the enlightenment</title><content type='html'>well i know this is old news. But yeah i never really knew what was the reason DBKL went &lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/701378/+240"&gt;spring cleaning in desa setapak&lt;/a&gt;. Now i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-014192903126950274 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZmRZaC05Dk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-014192903126950274 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZmRZaC05Dk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZmRZaC05Dk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZmRZaC05Dk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loh gwo burne taikor wei hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"next time..if anybody come and say this to you... you take out your camera, you take out your video recorder and you record! "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-7252636972226792672?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/7252636972226792672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=7252636972226792672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/7252636972226792672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/7252636972226792672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2008/07/enlightenment.html' title='the enlightenment'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-739674526133553003</id><published>2008-06-09T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:37:20.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="144" width="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bC8TXcIThyM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bC8TXcIThyM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="144" width="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-739674526133553003?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/739674526133553003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=739674526133553003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/739674526133553003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/739674526133553003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-4061141361736996309</id><published>2008-05-02T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:37:12.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saya sudah menonton...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SBm6wpKIJcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zKAH55HPluc/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SBm6wpKIJcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zKAH55HPluc/s320/spaceball.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195388989993395650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filem berjudul &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan in real life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini filem berkisar tentang seorang &lt;del&gt;40 year old virgin&lt;/del&gt; lelaki yang sudah kematian isterinya dan menjaga 3 &lt;del&gt;ekor&lt;/del&gt; orang anak perempuannya yang sesuai di-pukul sampai berdarah darah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Burns ini merupakan seekor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;columnist&lt;/span&gt; yang menulis   kolum yang memberi nasihat tentang hal hal kekeluargaan ( ia seperti Dear thelma tetapi tanpa adegan seks, incest, dan lain lain.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil itu dia menjaga anak anak &lt;del&gt;anjing&lt;/del&gt; perempuannya yang nampaknya seperti tidak menghargainya (kalau saya Dan sudah lama saya menembak tiga anak derhaka itu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keluarga Burns tiap tiap tahun balik ke rumah datuk nenek mereka untuk menjupai sanak saudara yang lamanya terpisah kerana tinggal berjauhan. Tetapi si anak kedua menjadi seperti delinquent dan berkata tentang macamana edukasi (education) dia akan terjejas jika dia balik ke kampung (sebenarnya ingin berjumpa dgn teman lelaki). Bapaknya &lt;del&gt;lalu menunjukkan jari hantu kepadanya dan suruh si anak fuuuucc offff&lt;/del&gt; hanya mampu tersenyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu didengarinya bunyi kedingdongan, dengan itu dia pergi ke pintu dan di situ seorang lelaki mencium bontonnya dengan berkata bahawa kolumnya amat lah bagus (terlampau BS kerana mana mungkin seekor delinquent akan bersependapat dengan cara ibu  bapa mendidik anak) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan bukan lah sebodoh mana.. dan apabila sibudak bertanya ingin menjumpa anaknya yang kedua itu (anak kedua hanya belasan tahun...baru tengah berakhirbaligh) dengan itu Dan menghalau budak hingusan itu dan suruhnya datang balik 2 tahun kemudian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SBnMb5KIJdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0hKzVsNjZZE/s1600-h/vlcsnap-105137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SBnMb5KIJdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0hKzVsNjZZE/s320/vlcsnap-105137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195408424720410066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kamu ingat aku bodoh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SBnMcZKIJeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zpq4XNJHfFo/s1600-h/vlcsnap-105412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SBnMcZKIJeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zpq4XNJHfFo/s320/vlcsnap-105412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195408433310344674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selamat tinggal romeo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si anak kedua pula menaiki kermarahannya dan berkata budak itu merupakan "lab partner" aku berfikir sendirian jika lelaki itu adalah "lab partner" dia....scarlett johhanson merupakan "wife" aku. Teramatlah celaka cara si budak in berfikir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Yu-wen/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Yu-wen/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Yu-wen/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/278527414_34b234de2b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/278527414_34b234de2b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kemudian menangkap mereka di dalam LAB bernama YUMS tengah mengeksperimen CPR Sesama sendiri. Amatlah kelakar Dan (lakonan steve carell) Menjadi seperti orang gila. hahahaha steve carell engkau teramat hebat!!!!111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SBnMcpKIJfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1kUxCbW1VUA/s1600-h/vlcsnap-105811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SBnMcpKIJfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1kUxCbW1VUA/s320/vlcsnap-105811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195408437605311986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas mereka sampai ke kampung... si anak nya semakin panas hati terhadap bapa mereka kerana mereka rasa begitu di kongkong. lalu Ibu kepada Dan menyuruhnya dengan nada yang lembut " why don't you go out....get lost somewhere" tetapi dan tidak perasan akan teguran dan ibu nya bertegas "get lost Dan...really". LUCUNYA. Dan pun pergi membeli surat khabar dan menjumpai perempuan yang cantik ini dalam kedai buku, perempuan itu berfikiran bahawa dia itu perkerja di sana meminta pendapatnya. Dan pun melayan kerenehnya sampai perempuan itu mengetahui bahawa dia bukanlah perkerja. Lalu mereka bersarapan sambil berbual. Ternyata terdapat chemistry antara mereka. Si perempuan mendapat panggilan lalu membelahkan dirinya. Dan yang sempat meminta nombornya menjadi teramat smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SBnMdJKIJgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_crxK5nJqfE/s1600-h/vlcsnap-106383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SBnMdJKIJgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_crxK5nJqfE/s320/vlcsnap-106383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195408446195246594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bugger off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan pulang kerumah dengan gembira, adik beradiknya pula amatlah gembira (Dan sudah bersendirian selama 4 tahun selepas isterinya meninggal) Adik Dan pula memanggil teman wanitanya yang baru sampai...Rupanya si perempuan yang Dan minati adalah dia... Selepas itu berlambak lambak lah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trials and tribulations&lt;/span&gt; la bak kata orang putih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amatlah aku syorkan filem ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtracknya juga amat bagus sekali yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decompose &lt;/span&gt; oleh penyanyi berbakat Sondre lerche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*update*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku memang mencintai SONDRE LERCHE &lt;33 OOOOHH amat hebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang antara filem kegemaran aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-4061141361736996309?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/4061141361736996309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=4061141361736996309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/4061141361736996309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/4061141361736996309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2008/05/saya-sudah-menonton.html' title='saya sudah menonton...'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/SBm6wpKIJcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zKAH55HPluc/s72-c/spaceball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-2489158954110795631</id><published>2008-03-18T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:33:04.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saya telah menonton....</title><content type='html'>dua cerita yang berjudul &lt;i&gt;Sangat Jahat&lt;/i&gt; (bahasa &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;baku&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;) atau lebih di kenali sebagai&lt;i&gt; Jahat Gila!&lt;/i&gt; dan juga filem&lt;i&gt; Dara berumur 40 tahun &lt;/i&gt;( ya allah!) saya tahu benda ini amat jarang berlaku di negara kita yang aman dan makmur. alhamdulilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada pendapat saya genre komedi ini amat seronok ditontoni...contohnya seperti dua filem in, jalan cerita Jahat Gila! membuatkan saya ketawa sambil kentut pruuuuuuuuuuuuut. Kelakar yang melampaui batasannya. Hairan juga saya kerana filem in dibenarkan masuk ke negara ini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R-EuAt-3a1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/FnMDcfGPCC0/s1600-h/the-40-year-old-virgin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R-EuAt-3a1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/FnMDcfGPCC0/s200/the-40-year-old-virgin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179471636330933074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita &lt;i&gt;Dara berumur 40 tahun &lt;/i&gt;mengisahkan seorang lelaki yang masih dara lagi walaupun berumur 40 tahun, nampaknya hollywood masih mempunyai idea untuk untuk menulis sesebuah skrip. Ia dilakoni oleh seekor lelaki bernama steve carell. Anda mungkin mengenalinya daripada sebijik mockumentari bernama &lt;i&gt;Itu Pejabat &lt;/i&gt;(the office) Cerita itu juga mampu membuatkan saya ketawa sambil kentut terbahak bahak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila perempuan menanggalkan baju ia sepatutnya membuat lelaki ghairah, tetapi didalam cerita &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dara berumur 40 tahun&lt;/span&gt;, perempuan yang menanggalkan baju teramat kasihan sekali, kerana saya lihat bahawa tarikan graviti telah berlaku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi komedi ini mempunyai nilai nilai moral yang sangat bagus. Lebih bagus daripada apa yang diajar disekolah. Seperti jangat berasmara sebelum berkahwin.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Tetapi menunggu sehingga 40 tahun juga amat melampau kerana orang biasa akan menjadi gila sex jikalau menunggu sampai umur begitu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R-Evcd-3a2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/M7gLv2cpsrQ/s1600-h/17superbad-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R-Evcd-3a2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/M7gLv2cpsrQ/s320/17superbad-600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179473212583930722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cerita &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jahat Gila!&lt;/span&gt; berkisar tentang dua sahabat baik yang ingin mengimpress kan bakal teman wanita mereka dengan membeli alkohol untuk satu parti. Part yang harus disebuti adalah apabila mereka berdua balik ke rumah selepas habis kejadian liar, mereka mengexpress sayang kepada each other. Wakaka teramat homo!!!111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael cera (sebelah kanan) teramat talented sial! Muka dia yang teramat innocent sangat sesuai dalam komedi situasi seperti &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pengbagunan ditangkap &lt;/span&gt;(arrested development). Walaupun dia asyik berlakon watak budak baik...kerana dia mempunyai muka yang baik juga...tidak boleh disoal. Hebat hebat aku amat meminati lakonannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhatian, kedua cerita ini di ratasikan (rated) 18 tahun keatas. Unsur bogelan dan kata kesatan sangat apparent dalam cerita ini. Selamat menonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemudian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-2489158954110795631?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2489158954110795631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2489158954110795631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2008/03/saya-telah-menonton.html' title='saya telah menonton....'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R-EuAt-3a1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/FnMDcfGPCC0/s72-c/the-40-year-old-virgin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-2108285102278507597</id><published>2007-12-17T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:31:03.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fire, lucy , and how much i love my lucy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;advertorial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lady's voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the modern day where everything is so advance. Somethings become more advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some move with times...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2400/1982635616_01a90fca2a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2400/1982635616_01a90fca2a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others stay behind...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/71/Hisham_Keris.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/71/Hisham_Keris.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the new canon "lucy". You will be sure to stay ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZrGYBd9II/AAAAAAAAAEc/DPuieTcovhc/s1600-h/IMG_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZrGYBd9II/AAAAAAAAAEc/DPuieTcovhc/s320/IMG_0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144917381589365890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZrGYBd9JI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ShLHvaSCoXA/s1600-h/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZrGYBd9JI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ShLHvaSCoXA/s320/IMG_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144917381589365906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with 12 x optical zoom. eight million pixels and two thousand megabytes of memory that came with it bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Test shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZxH4Bd9LI/AAAAAAAAAE0/M29L_4LfiFY/s1600-h/IMG_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZxH4Bd9LI/AAAAAAAAAE0/M29L_4LfiFY/s320/IMG_0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144924004428936370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZxHoBd9KI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P4shcYl7UFc/s1600-h/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZxHoBd9KI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P4shcYl7UFc/s320/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144924000133969058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZxIYBd9OI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EiMqhwzfN_4/s1600-h/IMG_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZxIYBd9OI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EiMqhwzfN_4/s320/IMG_0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144924013018871010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZxIIBd9MI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lZ-ie1CM83s/s1600-h/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZxIIBd9MI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lZ-ie1CM83s/s320/IMG_0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144924008723903682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZxIIBd9NI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9WhAPDiCv20/s1600-h/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZxIIBd9NI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9WhAPDiCv20/s320/IMG_0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144924008723903698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i was going to dinner with both the chubbysis and the father. While finding a parking space i noticed there was this smokey feeling in between the two building, like something out of an old movie. I thought it was some kinda ventilation system or something right.  But it wasn't. At the top of the building burned a bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2Zyz4Bd9QI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YKl1e-xB598/s1600-h/IMG_0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2Zyz4Bd9QI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YKl1e-xB598/s320/IMG_0159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144925859854808322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh fire larrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZyzoBd9PI/AAAAAAAAAFU/e9XZto5Z-1o/s1600-h/IMG_0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZyzoBd9PI/AAAAAAAAAFU/e9XZto5Z-1o/s320/IMG_0156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144925855559841010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tidak apa tidak apa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;del style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kita minum dahulu...&lt;/del&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kita tonton dahulu...relax la brotheerrr, Nak bomba? boleh...tapi kena &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*winks* la dulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2Zyz4Bd9RI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OeIKQK0-k4w/s1600-h/IMG_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2Zyz4Bd9RI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OeIKQK0-k4w/s320/IMG_0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144925859854808338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mo song kuen lar...ngo tei sek sai seen. Mou sai kui...pei jor cheen mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2Zy0IBd9SI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Du7csI_XWGw/s1600-h/IMG_0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2Zy0IBd9SI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Du7csI_XWGw/s320/IMG_0208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144925864149775650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't eat your veggies and i will disown you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2Zy0IBd9TI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wFy45pV6Jo4/s1600-h/IMG_0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2Zy0IBd9TI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wFy45pV6Jo4/s320/IMG_0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144925864149775666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the way to the welfare home later haha.&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/66258376299269595-2108285102278507597?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/2108285102278507597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=2108285102278507597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2108285102278507597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2108285102278507597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2007/12/fire-lucy-and-how-much-i-love-my-lucy.html' title='the fire, lucy , and how much i love my lucy.'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/R2ZrGYBd9II/AAAAAAAAAEc/DPuieTcovhc/s72-c/IMG_0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-2075233696200307618</id><published>2007-12-04T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:42:42.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the time has come to be jolly...</title><content type='html'>Oooh christmas is near i am so excited i am almost wetting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first, lemme tell you about the movie i just saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.postergeek.com/albums/userpics/poster_across-the-universe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.postergeek.com/albums/userpics/poster_across-the-universe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good. So good. The movie is a basically a love story between Jude and Lucy, both if you realize are names of the beatles songs. I like the many refrences to the beatles which they showed in the movie. For instance the part where they performed at the roof top, which was the last time the beatles performed live. Beats &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1GH92mv1cg"&gt;high school musical&lt;/a&gt; anytime. Then there is the gorgeous evan rachel wood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/1344463790_1c461d0c19.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/1344463790_1c461d0c19.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was the highlight of the show :D (i could hear her telling me not to slap the guy in front of me who kept singing along) Although its a pity that she is dating this horribly ugly &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/58/Marilyn_Manson_Vegas_2007.jpg/220px-Marilyn_Manson_Vegas_2007.jpg%20"&gt;loser. &lt;/a&gt;why why why????? She was attracted to his eye liner????!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both me and james arrived a little late into the cinema, the show had already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of the show there was another vocalist in the audience. At first the girl beside me thought there was like going to be a whole sing along . But yeah, since we are talking about malaysia and all, no such thing one larr. We are all very shy individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother_fucker"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kept on singing along to the songs, I admit it was okay at first. But it was rather irritating/annoying after a while. When i really wanted to hear the songs in the movie the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother_fucker"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in front of me was yoodling along to it. Gosh i didn't pay 12 bucks to hear some dumb *uck sing to the sacred songs of the beatles. But still, make love not war so i forgive the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother_fucker"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/R9-lkXzawd/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/R9-lkXzawd/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_RCLmjwsWx/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_RCLmjwsWx/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this are the two songs i like,i shall not bombard you with links i know you will not go to. But really its worth a watch, sure beats rogue assasin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the holidays already. the christmas song i wanted to post here kinda didn't make it, because of some "technical problems" but i shall still give one copy to james kuok. There is another one called carol of the meows by guster which is my choice for this years christmas cheer. It plays at the bottom right of the side bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is santa claus for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2369/2084389694_f7e97b85ef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2369/2084389694_f7e97b85ef.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-2075233696200307618?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/2075233696200307618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=2075233696200307618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2075233696200307618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2075233696200307618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-has-come-to-be-jolly.html' title='the time has come to be jolly...'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2369/2084389694_f7e97b85ef_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-6044028183688973885</id><published>2007-10-21T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:28:21.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the quick blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.postergeek.com/albums/userpics/poster_across-the-universe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quick update&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its been a long time….now I’m coming back home. I’ve been away now, owh how I been alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s me breaking into one of the beatles song. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.postergeek.com/albums/userpics/poster_across-the-universe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.postergeek.com/albums/userpics/poster_across-the-universe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A dream come true for me. &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:28;"&gt;T.T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;so long I have been waiting for something of “the beatles” *sniffs* But its still my dream to see mr Paul mccartney in concert. Don’t mind the fact 2 of the other members have died and the starr (pun intended) isn’t exactly in good terms with paul. But paul is my favourite beatle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mostly because he is a left hand-er. Playing the bass left-handed couldn’t be any cooler. And I prefer his voice rather then fingernails-against-chalkboard- lennon. Butthen again he might have stroke anytime soon. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am rather disturbed. Mainly because of the 3 current building projects that are currently running in melawati. Both the 3 happen to be on our beloved hills. I wonder who gave the  permission for this &lt;b style=""&gt;dnnamchbs &lt;/b&gt;to do so. Shouldn’t the hillds be protected? Corruption yet again at its fullest. Its either that or their to dumb. Being dumb is a sin also. If I had a wish right this moment. I’d make pak lah make a statement saying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; “&lt;i style=""&gt;I don’t condone&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;DUMBNESS, and selamat hari raya ya allah selamatkan kamu&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/blockquote&gt;It shall be at the front page of every English daily. Malay newspapers are to dumb reporting about the social decline and delinquent youths recording themselfs having sex like anybody actually cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who cares about stupid things like cabbies raising their fare in a part of town where foreigners go to on the second day of hari raya when nobody is around. To hell with them cabbies. They pick up on things at such a speed. When the head lines says merry christmass they are still stuck at happy deepavali macha have some ketupat and char kuew teow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Real news isn't being printed. Which isn't something new. The malay dailys are the worse. They report almost irrelevant news. Something students are writing about in their essays. Like how to be more patriotic. Or how National service makes boys penises longer. The only paper that should be allowed to exist is THE SUN. Translated in to malay, indian, chinese, kelabit, sarawakian.... anything...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is the current situation of the hill right now…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/01/One_Tree_Hill%2C_Auckland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/01/One_Tree_Hill%2C_Auckland.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One tree hill-ed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-6044028183688973885?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/6044028183688973885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=6044028183688973885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/6044028183688973885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/6044028183688973885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2007/10/quick-blah.html' title='the quick blah'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-3076211410402400023</id><published>2007-09-03T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:41:22.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TVB- A world of its own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;An update and a short reminiscence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been exactly two months since I've last blogged. It has been mightily encouraging that people asked about the reasons to my absence from time to time. I often find that I'm rather involved with too many things in life, which often leaves me to wonder, what is the priority or hierarchy of writing and blogging in my life. Needless to say, from a loose point of view, the absence from blogging would indicate that it is deeply relegated in the lowly slumps of my heart, but in truth, I hold writing very dearly to my life because it was something that I've acquired through a series of eventful years. I wouldn't say I'm a person that reads a lot. In fact the truth is far from it. I think it derogatory if I were to put on that sort of mantra which would take away the glitter and credit away from others who read so much more as compared to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could vividly remember that certain day when I was in form 3. During those days, my mom would closely monitor the progress of my academic studies and various other matters. It was during one of those days that my mom exclaimed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hokkien&lt;/span&gt; "The level of your composition or essays resemble that of a comic". Of course I furiously denied that assertion that she put forward as she has always been a highly critical person and failing to clash with her would give her the impression that her claims are vindicated. However, if I were to draw back memories of those years, the command of my language was rather shallow. Back during those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ICQ&lt;/span&gt; monopolized days, I remember that I would even reach out to the dictionary on many occasions when I was chatting with more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; affluent friends just to comprehend certain words that they used. I remember that there was a period where I told myself that I would need to improve further. That period coincide with the period where I started reading very matured examples of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; essays. I also broaden my perspective and tried to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;imitate&lt;/span&gt; the writing styles of the magazines my family subscribed to. The funny part was that, I remember my effort was not giving back much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dividends&lt;/span&gt;. However that period was vital as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jump start&lt;/span&gt; towards my rapid improvement the following years. That period of improvement is subtle and before I knew it, I felt much more comfortable and composed in writing. It flatters me greatly when people tell me I have a way with words. Its because I could remember it was not very long ago, that very statement would sound rather sarcastic rather than a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never fail to give credit to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt; for being the major driving force behind my effort in acquiring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt;. That tumultuous period of learning started when I was approximately 6 and it has been a lifelong learning experience up till this very day. Although I'm glad to say that the learning curve which was steep back then, is rather flat already by today. I think it was a pure childish and thick faced effort that was the catalyst behind me my motivation. Modelling my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt; after those shows and practicing them with friends who spoke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt; as well was one of the best decisions in my life. A decision that was made, even at the age where I was not capable of making rather matured or sensible ones. I've lost count the number of times, this very flexible and fun dialect has helped me in one way or the other through the years. Because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt; is the dialect that I've acquired through my hard earned efforts during those tumultuous years, it would be fair to say that it is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; dialect that I've hold dearest to my heart. Even so as compared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hokkien&lt;/span&gt; which is my &lt;em&gt;mother tongue &lt;/em&gt;and also mandarin which is a tool I so highly respect. I practically grew up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt; drama as they would occupy my evening TV time for the 6pm or 7pm slots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a similarity between the two authors of this blog, it is our opinions and passion about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt; shows. Although we may disagree in areas such as which actress is prettier or cuter, or which snippet from a drama was rather cool, we could largely agree that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt; exude a world of their own. An old friend who is currently working in H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ong&lt;/span&gt; K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ong&lt;/span&gt; once told me long before that there is no pretty girl to look forward to, as all the pretty ones are already grabbed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt; in a form of binding contract or another. If that fact was true back then, it would only serve as a revelation now for the MTV age that we're living in (as the Americans would put it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some actresses from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt; simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;portrayed&lt;/span&gt; this balance of fun and beauty to die for in our common shallow evaluation. So much so that it defies logic and you smell something fishy on whether they're faking it. It wouldn't surprise me that some people would give their right hand just to have these actresses as their other half. As much as I give credit and appreciate physical beauty, I hope that I still have the check and balance mechanism in me to stay away from that level of extremism :p. Some of those actresses are common faces in the industry and I couldn't possibly name all of them. However I shall name a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;prominent&lt;/span&gt; ones and those high in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Jarod's&lt;/span&gt; charts (the numbers don't indicate their level of preference of any sort and it is random selection altogether :p). I shall use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Jyutping&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;pronunciation&lt;/span&gt; rather than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Hanyu&lt;/span&gt; Pinyin to do justice to their more commonly addressed names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gigi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; Chi )&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106008461323001970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RtwvpI1L4HI/AAAAAAAAAEk/guHlljgzu9Y/s400/1gigilai6_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous for the involvements in many of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt; dramas such as "War and Beauty" and also classical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong films such as "Young and Dangerous". It was to my surprise that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; actually says that she started out her career as a singer. But I think she really made it big in the big screens. There are rumours of her being vain and refusing to accept any role that would cast her in as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;unpretty&lt;/span&gt; character. But hey!!!, I'm not protesting :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rtwxu41L4II/AAAAAAAAAEs/JGaFcIURpXI/s1600-h/untitled_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106010759130505346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rtwxu41L4II/AAAAAAAAAEs/JGaFcIURpXI/s400/untitled_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charmaine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Sheh&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Sheh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; Man )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she is an absolutely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;fire starter&lt;/span&gt; ( as Prodigy would put it). I've never quite credited her beauty up till the day she kept her hair long. When she did it for her roles in some of the dramas such as "Life Begins at Forty" and "Angels of Mission", I was bedazzled indeed. She is such a versatile actress that her roles in the past ranged from emperor's concubine, secret agent, working class women, farmer, waste collector, princess and many others. She came in 3rd for the 1997 edition of Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rtw2_Y1L4JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/F-mfj2EBKyQ/s1600-h/A3358179-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106016540156485778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rtw2_Y1L4JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/F-mfj2EBKyQ/s400/A3358179-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shirley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Yeung&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Yeung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Sze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Kei&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gem was the winner of Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong 2001 and she won 6 awards altogether in the competition. She currently holds the record for the most award won by any Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong to date. Her repertoire of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;filmography&lt;/span&gt; is rather brief, but she it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; surprise me if she took on much more roles in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fiona Sit ( Sit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Hoi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Kei&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rt12v41L4LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0oFXAZ2PZuo/s1600-h/xin_1905022515313741052113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106368117589401778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rt12v41L4LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0oFXAZ2PZuo/s400/xin_1905022515313741052113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This pretty lady is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;established&lt;/span&gt; singer who has won her fair share of awards. As she is much more of a singer than an actress, her acting resume is not impressive or extensive. However, her flexibility and willing to take on challenging roles has won the hearts of many. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However it would be totally unfair just to attribute physical beauty alone to the cutting edge selling point of  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;TVB's&lt;/span&gt; production. It is because their uncanny achievements of being such a self sufficient industry which eventually paved the way to evolve into one of the exports of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong, is a remarkable feat indeed. The quality of the dramas and their legacy has also been preserved more often than never, especially so when they never cease to produce and nurture new talents to replace the old. All of this speak volumes for a country that is so small geographically&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking back, it is unfathomable personally for me, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt; dramas were not a part of my childhood. It has instilled fantasies and great imagination coupled with wonderful memories even up till this very day. Although the quality of the production nowadays may not be as glorious as the period a decade or two ago, many wouldn't question the overall quality and potential that the future holds. Kudos to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;TVB&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-3076211410402400023?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/3076211410402400023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=3076211410402400023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/3076211410402400023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/3076211410402400023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2007/09/tvb-world-of-its-own.html' title='TVB- A world of its own.'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761737748878727709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i291/soonyuwen/new%20blog/newbaby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RtwvpI1L4HI/AAAAAAAAAEk/guHlljgzu9Y/s72-c/1gigilai6_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-5365970685380177384</id><published>2007-08-27T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:18:15.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the train tales 2 and other stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Episode 2, boys, girls, trains and the relationship they share.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During the morning rush or the evening slow wtf The trains are generally packed with working class hero-s and also those college going cunts and also the super cool high school kids. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Couples.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since the whole train is packed and all both sexes have the natural inclination to huddle up. But sometimes they get out of breath for the lack of oxygen and all, so they do CPR, and necking which is also similar to CPR only that you do it against the neck in hope of reviving the victim. They are normally revived when the Rapid kl guy informs them that performing CPR in the LRT is punishable by law and you either have the right to remain silent or pay 500 Ringgit in support of the RAPIDKL-WORKERS slush fund.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So one fine day while I was a-wating for the lrt I saw this couple. Very romantic and all. Arguing while wating for LRT. Good way to kill time. Then I notice the girl getting all physical. Like really physical. Now this is fun... Just then the stupid train arrived. Stupid timing… normally take so long to come. Today so prompt. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then she threw the handphone cover at the poor fella and started hitting him. He just stood there receiving the brunt of her anger. ahahhahahah. The sliding doors opened and everybody went in. The guy tried to go in but was violently pulled out by the girlfriend. Wow. She was good. I flip out my phone with the intention of recording their PDV (public display of violence) but the phone lagged like hell. So I watched as the doors closed leaving the poor guy to be beaten to death. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other one was nothing much. Two lovers sharing ear phones listening to lee home wang or gay chou. Nothing wrong with that. Just that they didn’t want to let go at the gates. This is what Cheng would say as “damn sheyt weii” to busy sharing ear phone until left the ticket there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had the day off yesterday. And today. Double penetration as I like to call it. Sunday Monday combo. Which will be followed by a back breaking 8 days of labour. But I managed to catch rogue assassin or war… got 2 names to it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bloody stupid movie. Edging towards b-grade. Wait it was rather b-grade. The ending leaves you in awe. In other words you go WTF!!???.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t see the movie, just don’t. The storyline is just retarded. And jet li. Hoho jet li…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He shall win next years oscar for best portrayal of a retard. Most of his screen time involves him fighting or staring at the white guy like a retard who can’t speak English and gives all this lame one liners.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the danny the dog role still suits him the best. The one where he becomes a dog like? Yeah. Cos this role he took on is totally no brainer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The one that has more brains… ahhh THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM. Jeng jeng jeng. The spy thriller about a tormented soul who is lonely and lost. Looking for love. Wanting to get intimate with his handlers and random Europeans he encounters on his journey to self discovery. .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its actually bout this guy who has selective memory lost. He can’t remember the his own name. The people he killed or the women his has shagged. Crap I really cant do this…hahahahaha. *coughsclearsthroat* &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jason bourne is actually a amnesiac CIA assassin who backs out of an assignment and gets shot and is found floating in the water. This is the third part of the trilogy. This time he wants to go back to where it all started and find out what put him in this mess. The trailer for the movie is very yau yeng (cool) there will be this part when the people who are after him gets a call from Jason bourne. Jason asks him where is he.. the fella replies “I am in my office…” then Jason bourne’s expression can be illustrated as this- =.=”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He then says &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“if you were in your office, we would have been having this conversation right now.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*hangs up phone*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Super Yau Yeng or not?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then got another part where the CIA are after him, to confuse them he calls up the local police. He speaks in Spanish. Saying he suspects that there are Americanos in the next house and he has heard gun shots. Then he flings the phone and shoots three times. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;SUPER YAU YENG CAN DIEEEEE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt; AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By the time the CIA arrives all chaos has ensured and the bad guy goes “what the hell is going on..?” to late ass hole. The mighty Jason bourne has once again saved the day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My little goodbye for my good buddy. Big G. Like amitabh bachan-Big B mah hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RtGoESHjhOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jDDxNnFit-c/s1600-h/1_374720671l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RtGoESHjhOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jDDxNnFit-c/s400/1_374720671l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103044644323951842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                                                       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo picture he took of himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Big G has been my neighbour since we were 10. Both of us moved to the infamous P3.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P3 is a good example of how it would be like to have DAP come into power. In demographic sense. Since we were both around the same age. We naturally became friends. Like how both our houses are only ten metres apart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So was our classes. We were only in the same class at the start of form 1. That’s where it all really started. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You see, Before this I always thought of him as a retard. And him of me as a loud mouth idiot. So it was a classic match. He always had my back. And I always had his front… (this doesn’t right.) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay the bugger is off to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to study something. For the next 3-4 years might not be coming back. But knowing how he will cry and cry, I am sure he will get deported back anyways. It was fun with him though. All the stupid things we did last time... Like really stupid things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like the time we use to make bond fires. And use sprayed aerosol at the fire. Quite fun actually but be carefull when trying. All the firecrackers we used to throw at the students coming out from tuition. Then there was one tuition teacher we both hated so much (not the maths one) his name was tina karan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At first I thought that was his wifes name. But you know. Now o days with all Limp wristed individuals nothing is impossible. He ran a shabby tuition center that we both went to. Tina karan had talent for being disgusting. And completely ignorant about it. Like when I told him there were cockroaches in the toilets he diverted the subject to how Chinese people liked to eat them. Also when he sneezed, owh the shower of glory. The terrible smell of sneeze filled the whole stuffy class room. All of the students would be covering their noses. And when one of us actually said that it stinked. He would asked shamelessly what was the smell?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The arsehole gave me punishments for things such as making a girl cry. All I did was call her jovial, we learned a new word that day. Or was it bibir besar. Whatever it was I wasn’t at fault (She was just oversensitive.) So both of us let out the air in his tyre. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then there our stupid neighbours tuition we both went to. Both sucked. I was utterly hopeless i use to borrow his home work all the time in hope of making some sense out of the questions and understanding the concept but ended up copying it anyways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I remember once when he was humiliated beyond belief. Big G's dad owns a shop. So there are times where he usually goes and helps like the filial son he is. So since she knew about this she asked him a question, but the poor fellow couldn’t answer. Then she said… something about being in front of the cash register in your fathers shop and not being able to even solve a simple mathematical question like this. Now that is what you call a foul mouth bitch. You tell me whether such a mean crime deserves the punishment of sodomy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But he doesn’t keep grudges. Even after quitting her tuition prematurely he would always still smile at her, and the ng's would still get their annual invitation to deepavali. You see, she tutored most of the neighbours kids. But her tuition wasn't exactly popular with the residents because when cars came in and out of our quiet street it distracted a lot of people, With students so noisy, and cars honking at times... So she never did show up in the p3 gatherings (we had a lot back then). Always had to do something at the last minute*coughs*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Derailed there for a moment. Going back...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RtGoEiHjhPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yBNsf17oh1E/s1600-h/17418242217347l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RtGoEiHjhPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yBNsf17oh1E/s400/17418242217347l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103044648618919154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; thats a baby on the left and his baby picture on the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its also nice to call someone by their real name. Like how I use to call him keling and him calling me apek. Then I was once inspired by one roald dahls book and started calling him breasty papa or breast for short. Hahaha then there was the occasional black pig , white pig (which I corrected him, yellow) name calling. I remember also during pmr,  during maths, he would give me the answers. Which then resulted in me passing. How we would study together and end up watching movies. Good clean fun. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But still. There is the internet and hopefully the big oaf will actually USE his very powderfull computer to come online instead of just putter around doing whatever he is doing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RtvfYSHjhRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AEEMmK1Vces/s1600-h/Clipboard012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RtvfYSHjhRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AEEMmK1Vces/s320/Clipboard012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105920210827969810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       since i don't have a picture of us together i  pasted my picture on some girls head, wearing elton john inspired glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RtGoEiHjhQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t1zINq4s_WY/s1600-h/Clipboard012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-5365970685380177384?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/5365970685380177384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=5365970685380177384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/5365970685380177384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/5365970685380177384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2007/08/buh-bye.html' title='the train tales 2 and other stories'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RtGoESHjhOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jDDxNnFit-c/s72-c/1_374720671l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-2988151380833942381</id><published>2007-08-24T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:49:43.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the train tales</title><content type='html'>If you have taken public transport before. You might have an inkling on how bad it can be sometimes. Actually all the time, but for the sake of making things seem decent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies are usually the majority on the trains. So most of this hilarious things will happen to them. Men, thankfully, are more restrained. Although there would usually be the odd one out. One in a million. So usually there is the usual door slamming on face. Happened countless of times already. Which is usually a good thing to kick start your mornings. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OL's&lt;/span&gt;(office ladies) will just push themselves through even though the train is packed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kiasu&lt;/span&gt;-ism at its finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are incredibly shameless. Sort of thick skin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt;. Got one mother long queue but they will just jump it and squeeze themselves in. My particularly favorite incident happened one time. The door closed on a lady going in. When this happens the door will automatically open and then close again by itself. So no harm done. But... So happen got trinity from the matrix at the back. Quickly took the opportunity to go in. But the door was to quick for her. Smack right in the face &gt;(*@*)&lt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aiyak&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then got those with thick face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;muka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tembok&lt;/span&gt;. You are in front of the queue. But the train is packed. You being civic minded and all just stand behind the yellow line. And wait behind the yellow line even though you know that missing this train means getting to work late. But there was this one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt;. She cuts the queue and squeezes herself in. You are to embarrassed for her already.  But when you look at her she will have the nostrils which are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kembang&lt;/span&gt; to the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are almost screaming “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PWN&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;winnnnnnnnnnn&lt;/span&gt;” like so damn proud. Just as she is proud and mighty and all the doors slams on her face &gt;(*@*)&lt;   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kk&lt;/span&gt;. The second one never happened. She wins and the train goes off with her inside and  all her glory which is already starting to slow the train down.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was this other time…My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;favouritest&lt;/span&gt;.    I was all squashed up in the train. By the time it reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Setiawangsa&lt;/span&gt;. Came a tall Indian man . With all the people at the back of him pushing him forward. Miss Chinese-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pms&lt;/span&gt;-lady goes- “SHIT!” in a very irritated tone of voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really. It was actually barely audible. I thought it was like just a passing shit….you know. Like when you slam the door on your thumb and swear and everything goes back to normal except your thumb? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;. But tall Indian man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t in a generous mood today. He quickly said-“whats your problem?” the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pms&lt;/span&gt;-lady replied “you push me” in a meek voice. Then he says “there are people pushing me! If you don’t want to be pushed/squashed in this darn train then go and take a cab or drive” which shut her up for good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t help but think to myself *Justice has prevailed* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  She got down at the same station as i did. I could see her head hanging in shame. Before shrugging it off and slapping herself in to a bad mood for the rest of the day.   Then got the one with the old man who have the horny breath. The fellas breath damn horny one. Like their urges haven’t been satisfied since the economy crisis of 98’.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a story for another day.&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/66258376299269595-2988151380833942381?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2988151380833942381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2988151380833942381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2007/08/train-tales.html' title='the train tales'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-2783492488946320630</id><published>2007-08-23T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:38:50.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason why children should be spanked.</title><content type='html'>Being spanked is one of the greatest joys in life. I would say it is one of the greatest things in life also.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing a parent can do to a child is spank them. Those who have never been spanked don’t know what I am talking about. In fact they have missed out on the  great beatings that they could have received. I got my fair share. Look at me now. So well behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum once gave my brother such a good beating that he bled. And kind of nipple formed on his back after that. A scar. I wish she would have broke his jaw also. So that he wouldn’t be able to talk. But since fillial piety was my middle name she has never gave me more than a good kick and a slap on the face. Which I am grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad. Lets not go there. He once kicked me so hard on the chest I almost died of a cardiac arrest. He used to rev his engine as I was opening the gate. If I was to slow he would just drive up. Which broke my leg one hot afternoon; for he was getting impatient and I took my own sweet time to open the gate. He rammed me against the gate. Boy I learnt my lesson from then on. Everytime he made me go down to open the gate I would beg for the belt instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that I have told you how I have such nice folks… I shall tell you about a certain going to be 12yrs old girl… hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl happens to be my sister. Well she is basically a spoilt little brat who spends to much time doodling around when she is actually supposed to be doing her homework. Since this is time where you know…the whole process of evolution begins. I have started to see signs of bitchyness in that young little *&amp;amp;%*% She used to be a bit better. But since puberty has taken its toll on her. Ahhhhh she has become more bratty-ish by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always demanding money from me –just because I work doesn’t mean I need to give you money for every little thing that I ask you to do CHUBBY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never does any chores at all. And she is a girl. Don't get me started on the back in the day. Lucky for her we are living in a post-feminist society. She can barely scoop her own portion of rice. Makes me feel like slapping her oh so hard. I have been telling my parents that beating her is the best way. Although my advice has faller on death years :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now… My mum wasn’t feeling to good. An I was to ill (lazy) to wash up the plates for her also. So I made the brat do it. She being Chinese schooled and a Chinese girl immediately demanded money from me. I showed her my five fingers. Meaning 50 cents. I seem to think she thought it was 5 bucks. When I said she had to throw out the rubbish and wipe the table, you know the works. She gave me the wtf mouth agape look. Followed by a sentence of “no no no” Stupid girl. Now I will only give her 5 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am typing this… the smell of Metsal(muscle ache ointment) is all around me. I have been having this annoying back ache for a couple of days. I have tried the patch, the ointment with the picture of the old man on it. And also Metsel. Supposedly the best-test. There are a few that I recommend- Flanil. The one with the picture of the old man. Salonpas patch. And of course metsel. Not cheap kay…20 bucks for metsal. Never knew this coca cola smelling ointment can cost that much wtf –those people on budget ie Jtan can settle for the salonpas patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also very good for prank okay…Like let say like some guy sleeping in the bed next to you. Then you happen to have a small pack of this babies. Then at night, You go and paste it on desired location. Within minutes you surely will see some kind of reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the best one… you can say it’s a plaster. Then when your mortal enemy has a wound go to the fella and offer him the plaster. But before that must put some cotton on the sticky side. Make it more believable. Then the fella will be in pain already…then summore got like hot patch on his wound. *laughs hysterically* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long never blog, the feeling is like like letting a huge fart. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-2783492488946320630?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/2783492488946320630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=2783492488946320630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2783492488946320630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2783492488946320630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2007/08/reason-little-girls-should-be-spanked.html' title='the reason why children should be spanked.'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-1490058263886791406</id><published>2007-07-03T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:54:17.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its about time</title><content type='html'>I think I'm already guilty as charged for not blogging up to 2 weeks already. I could come up with lots of excuses really, such as Glucose (my laptop) being send back to the service center because the wireless detector was somewhat faulty, and also that I had a really packed week with packed events. Not to mention that I've got the liberty to blog right now because I'm not at work. After just a whisker from 5 full months of working, I've applied for my first medical leave. It is the classic case of throat infection yet again which I'm very prone triggered by introduction of the hot and humid season of the year after the cyclic raining season has come to an end. Hopefully I can shake off the sore throat, flu and fever as soon as possible because lots of things in the office cannot afford to be laid to rest for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are series of highs and lows in office which unfold personally to me almost daily. I'm just glad that I'm able to take it on my stride and move forward. More importantly, I'm happy that my working life has not hindered me from joining groups of people for events that I wouldn't want to miss. It was something I set out to do even before I stepped into the working world. Something has got to give in situations like these. As a result of trying to bridge between work and doing the things I love, and trying not to compromise on both; inadvertently I compromised on my sleeping time. However, I won't exalt it as a form of great sacrifice at all in the name of community. Because it is always easier to do something when you have the passion and drive for it. It invigorates you and gives you the strength you need. If I were to just live out conservatively and succumb to a minimal of activities, I believe the rest is not as great a gift as the vibrancy that I'm getting by pushing myself to have a more favourable balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've travelled to various parts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Selangor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for work related purposes. Some places in hot spots and posh areas. Whereas most areas are usually by the countryside as those are areas where my company would want to expand their coverage to. It is astonishing that the rate of technology is growing rampantly and the insatiable desire to deliver it or at least the recognition to deliver it is taken with such great urgency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the travels brought me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sepang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; F1 circuit itself. The assignment was to conduct one the surveys in order to provide 3G coverage that the prestigious area needs. It was a dismal trip for me because of the bad organization and planning by higher authorities and as a result, my trip was futile and the survey had to be postponed. However I made sure that I took a few snapshots of view and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scenaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the smashing race track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RoopwZKibvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xF-xyMmZpnk/s1600-h/28062007273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082921040806571762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RoopwZKibvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xF-xyMmZpnk/s400/28062007273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm just a lukewarm fan of F1, however it not hard to admire this internationally recognized race track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RooqkJKibwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gnapoKvxY9Y/s1600-h/28062007274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082921929864802050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RooqkJKibwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gnapoKvxY9Y/s400/28062007274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rooftop of this building is the site that I'm supposed to survey to propose for a microwave antenna, however since no arrangement was made for it by higher authority, I was not given access rights to carry out the task. There is already a small antenna atop the left hand corner of the 2 storey building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082933904233623346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Roo1dJKibzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/h90Fv2qhj9Q/s400/28062007271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the main thing that this job has done to me is that I'm much more alert of microwave antennas wherever I go. Whereas in the past, I might not had even noticed antennas in certain locations although I've come across that area countless times. I wonder whether this would be regarded as a positive or negative thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Saturday also brought to an end the dry spell and long wait for me since my last basketball competition. It is increasingly hard yet again to participate in such events because more than half of the events caters for youths and usually they are held throughout a stretch of many days. I wouldn't be able to fulfill both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;criterias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no matter how hard I try; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; the former one :p. It was tagged under a basketball competition for christian organizations which was organized by the ever famous YMCA. It does not surprise me at all that some of the aggressiveness of the plays or the referring decision doesn't make it very "christian-like" at all. Its all in the name of competitive basketball and it is readily understood. I was found wanting on more than one occasion which I know I could have done better. Its always a disappointment when you had a sub-par performance. Sorry team, if I dragged you all in any form of way. I hope my contributions more than made up for it. All in all, no regrets whatsoever and kudos to the team as we went against all odds and overcame a fairly organized team. This is in view of some erratic plays, some foolish plays, heavy disorganization on our part and also on how the whole experience is a foreign awakening for more than one of us. As for the match we lost, it would be the mother of all disappointments if we were to steal that game. Thanks team, for making that experience a memorable one; for better or for worse :) . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-1490058263886791406?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/1490058263886791406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=1490058263886791406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/1490058263886791406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/1490058263886791406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-about-time.html' title='Its about time'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761737748878727709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i291/soonyuwen/new%20blog/newbaby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RoopwZKibvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xF-xyMmZpnk/s72-c/28062007273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-2531328252433314267</id><published>2007-06-20T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:27:45.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the glory days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsKrc39gsjc"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsKrc39gsjc"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsKrc39gsjc"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsKrc39gsjc"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsKrc39gsjc"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsKrc39gsjc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsKrc39gsjc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if only they would come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the girl in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;.super cute.&lt;del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-2531328252433314267?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/2531328252433314267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=2531328252433314267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2531328252433314267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/2531328252433314267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2007/06/glory-days.html' title='the glory days.'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-4283273154348856843</id><published>2007-06-04T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:53:59.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures that made me smile</title><content type='html'>I can remember vividly that I used to hate taking pictures and also the whole mechanism and idea with the camera. There used to be a strict limitation to the number of pictures that you can take which depends on the film rolls and each picture had to be painstakingly processed before it can be viewed clearer. However with the introduction of digital camera, I'm very much a fan now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my beloved N73i, I possess that avenue almost everywhere I go now . It's almost as if that it never fails to conjure a smile from me whenever I browse through some of the photos stored in my laptop. I think I got a relatively good memory power in certain areas and in certain ways as well, I think I got a photographic sort of memory. So much so that I could play with my fingers and imaginations when I was a toddler (because I didn't have that many toys to play with and there was no ASTRO back then so to speak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it seemed like I was so forlorn, from those that observed me back then (and quite freaked out by how indulged I was in it once I was in the mode), the images in my head were stimulated so well with those simple movements of my hands and fingers. As I grew up, it is channeled different towards a different memory power I presume. Some people will attest to the fact that I can remember certain things pretty well too :p. Its just a sidetrack from the general idea of this blog and I'm just trying to draw a parallel between how those photographic memory is somewhat similar to how photographs are to me and at times they both complement each other to bring out those great priceless memories. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are just some of the pictures and short elaboration detailing the story behind it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQoX1VpKBI/AAAAAAAAACU/PlMSR3d19lM/s1600-h/PICT1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072223470245980178" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQoX1VpKBI/AAAAAAAAACU/PlMSR3d19lM/s400/PICT1261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I just came back for weekends the day this picture was taken. Alice (Ho Yuen Ying is her chinese name) was supposed to leave on a flight sometime noon and she suggested we took some silly pictures because she was bloated with those ordinary ones. Alice told me that she don't look all that plump when she lash out her tongue in this picture :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQqJ1VpKDI/AAAAAAAAACk/zRo_lVHPJSU/s1600-h/IMG_2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072225428751067186" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQqJ1VpKDI/AAAAAAAAACk/zRo_lVHPJSU/s400/IMG_2275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was EFCM Lifegamez 2006. If I'm not mistaken this photo was taken by Zhong Xin himself. It bothered it very much that night that he was a drop out that he summoned all the guys contingent from EEFC to somehow plan the subsequent process of the Lifegamez. I think he was more mellowed after he got with Jade and the drop-out issue was not too much of a pressing issue anymore from there onwards :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQud1VpKEI/AAAAAAAAACs/GQ4pbCsSpsg/s1600-h/16032007073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072230170394961986" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQud1VpKEI/AAAAAAAAACs/GQ4pbCsSpsg/s400/16032007073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people from EEFC will just go into auto-pose mode whenever it gets a bit dull. This picture was taken when nobody else realised it, except for Matthew of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQvSlVpKFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/F6Q_ubV2uik/s1600-h/25032007121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072231076633061458" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQvSlVpKFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/F6Q_ubV2uik/s400/25032007121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so that some of you don't get the misconception that Matt is excluded from the category. Some of my photos vindicated that he is the in that aspect in fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQ2EVVpKKI/AAAAAAAAADc/2yDx-fERZ7g/s1600-h/25032007123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072238528401320098" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQ2EVVpKKI/AAAAAAAAADc/2yDx-fERZ7g/s400/25032007123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so that for Matt, it's in the top of his priority list. This is the picture detailing my self described event. Evon was trying her level best to grab matt's attention. Under this situation, Matt would have to decide between two crucial decision:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) Respond to Evon and break the posing habit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) Nothing else matters, strike up the pose and remain steadfast in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer: I think the answer is there for everyone to see really. Words don't do any justice to it :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQyZ1VpKHI/AAAAAAAAADE/A6jhKfYIC0Y/s1600-h/IMG_2361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072234499721996402" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQyZ1VpKHI/AAAAAAAAADE/A6jhKfYIC0Y/s400/IMG_2361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evon realized that she might as well join the gang and as she had a lot to catch up with. This was taken during Sue Ann's birthday party earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQzr1VpKII/AAAAAAAAADM/how4fYJN5bE/s1600-h/IMG_2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072235908471269506" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQzr1VpKII/AAAAAAAAADM/how4fYJN5bE/s400/IMG_2266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, Vjin's self proclaimed "nice body" stand on words alone and he deemed it unsuitable for my undeserved camera. Thus he promptly blanketed his precious assets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQ3AFVpKLI/AAAAAAAAADk/Y7wRTqnA8NU/s1600-h/IMG_2308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072239554898503858" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQ3AFVpKLI/AAAAAAAAADk/Y7wRTqnA8NU/s400/IMG_2308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was such a glamourous figure that decent photo shots of him has to be done discretely back then. Thus resulting in a photogenic one like this :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQ5_1VpKMI/AAAAAAAAADs/C6rm5fOupmk/s1600-h/IMG_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072242849138419906" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQ5_1VpKMI/AAAAAAAAADs/C6rm5fOupmk/s400/IMG_1536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was taken during that fateful day when two authors of this blog made their expressions felt towards this particular shop :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/66258376299269595-4283273154348856843?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/4283273154348856843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=4283273154348856843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/4283273154348856843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/4283273154348856843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2007/06/pictures-that-made-me-smile.html' title='Pictures that made me smile'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761737748878727709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i291/soonyuwen/new%20blog/newbaby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RmQoX1VpKBI/AAAAAAAAACU/PlMSR3d19lM/s72-c/PICT1261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-3098920518019652964</id><published>2007-05-27T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:24:24.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long week's review but I still Tabur-ed</title><content type='html'>It has been a long week in more ways than one. My boss has effectively stuffed a lot of work at my direction due to the lack of manpower in my team. Instead of being responsible for network cases in one region, I was instructed to be accountable for another whole new region itself for the time being before the new recruits come in. Sometimes I find it a little hard to accept that I’m the only person being pushed to handle 2 regions, while other people within my immediate team are still happily or at the very least contentedly handling the original network region responsibility that they’re instructed to take responsibility of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did not point this out in any form of way as not to disrupt the harmony of the team and also due to the realization that I need to slug out lots of things in the working world. I’m also at the tender stage of my career where I have yet to gain enough experience, nor command enough expertise to be reckoned with. Coupled with the fact that my working environment is always at a frantic pace, it’s not hard to see sometimes why they are pushing work and responsibility up your face and failing to be accountable to it, you’re inviting wrath and severe backlash upon yourself. However, understanding this fact and swallowing it are two different things altogether. I should have enough oil in the tank to push on, but I’m definitely evaluating my options and I would have to play my cards smartly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m ultimately thankful to God as well that he has pulled me through thus far. And above all, I believe I’m maintaining a significantly balanced life in terms of vibrancy amidst this new phrase of life that dawned upon me ever since I braved myself for the working world. I’m ultimately glad as well that God has provided me with enough loved ones and friends to be there for me. It is unfathomable how I can hold on without these friends from church, ex-university mates, a couple of ex-school friends and not to forget my family and also a girl who I really care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a couple of weeks or so, a group of us EEFC enthusiast have been plotting to conquer Bukit Tabur. The name of this hill doesn’t command enough respect like the grandeur of Mount Kinabalu or the Mulu Caves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, many experience climbers reckoned that climbing Bukit Tabur is no mere feat as well as it has its fair share of challenges and obstacles. It bemused a great number of the Taman Melawati’s Bukit Tabur enthusiasts that this very hill has been on the backdrop of our homes or at least not far away from it, considering meaningful adventures has always been indirectly associated with places far away from home. As melawati becomes more and more urbanized, this particular hill stand ever so tall and proud amidst the concrete jungle that is not far from sight. A growing number of people are taking this adventure up the hill as something to undertake on a consistent basis and I personally thought that I would have to experience this at least for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RlldnlVpJ8I/AAAAAAAAABs/nSgaF8EMbU8/s1600-h/12052007204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069185790201374658" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RlldnlVpJ8I/AAAAAAAAABs/nSgaF8EMbU8/s400/12052007204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the great sceneries at Bukit Tabur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rlld_1VpJ9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/sPbhIq8nH4k/s1600-h/12052007213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069186206813202386" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rlld_1VpJ9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/sPbhIq8nH4k/s400/12052007213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to imagine that this is just right in Taman Melawati itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first Bukit Tabur attempt was not a complete success because the big sister Monica Khoo was not feeling too well and she rightfully so highlighted the issue. Nothing is above a person’s safety and welfare. Not even the huge and tall standing Bukit Tabur. As it was still early in the journey climbing uphill, it was not a difficult decision to make when we chose to accompany her down and abort our journey. However that first time experience prepared me in more ways than one for my impending second attempt especially in terms of mentality as to not underestimate the challenge and to smartly conserve my stamina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RllZJFVpJ3I/AAAAAAAAABE/uFwDI3jdAwA/s1600-h/12052007201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069180868168853362" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RllZJFVpJ3I/AAAAAAAAABE/uFwDI3jdAwA/s400/12052007201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of Irwinder, Ruth, Matthew and Sanjeev on our way to the starting point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RllazFVpJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/nGrtgPRMgkM/s1600-h/12052007202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069182689234986882" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RllazFVpJ4I/AAAAAAAAABM/nGrtgPRMgkM/s400/12052007202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we do not take our warm up lightly indeed :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RllbR1VpJ5I/AAAAAAAAABU/xQ6cVDL9QpU/s1600-h/12052007203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069183217515964306" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RllbR1VpJ5I/AAAAAAAAABU/xQ6cVDL9QpU/s400/12052007203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the further prove that you need as well to vindicate my aforementioned point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first expedition team consists of people who are quite durable, athletic or at the very least nimble. In some ways, it was a shame that we couldn’t proceed further from where we stopped. I must be frank that I couldn’t say the same for the second expedition team that I went with. This is especially so when a large number of the second expedition team consist of people that are not too accustomed with rigorous activities of this sort. It comes as to nobody’s surprise that the challenging first segment of the climbing was a rude awakening to their morale. I believe almost ever climber was introduced with that rude awakening and I better handled it only because I encountered it before with the first expedition team and I prepared myself mentally for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rllfa1VpJ-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/3xhMXkrzFn8/s1600-h/26052007240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069187770181298146" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rllfa1VpJ-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/3xhMXkrzFn8/s400/26052007240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of people when we were much more uplifted after we braved through the challenge half-way through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew who was noisy at first, also accustomed himself to conserve his energy by talking less and that feat itself speak volumes :p. Sue Ann and Evon the clone sisters has difficulties in different segments of the expedition but I’m mightily proud that they braved through it with great patience and although they were in much distress at certain period of times, they didn’t turn destructive or negative as to drag the team. I think I’m guilty for popularizing the word “pancit” among the group of us that day. Yes, a great number of us pancit many many times and we had to rest many many times. But I’m glad that we’re in it together, and we savor those challenging and difficult moments together as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia surprised me the most among the group of us lot. Before the second expedition, if my fallen judgmental heart would have to pinpoint to one possible person that would face great difficulty, it would be her due to her petite physique. As much as I was ultimately happy that she braved herself to join us, I would hate to see her harmed in any form of way. I feared for the worse when she told me that she was not feeling too well after coming through the first segment of the climbing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was due to the difference in altitude that she felt like vomiting to a certain extent. But as we proceed onwards, she managed to tackle it with no great difficulties. Through most of the rock climbing areas, she possesses this uncanny ability to make smart choices as how to best climb those rocky hill areas in the simplest of manner and to the best of her own abilities. To a certain extent she made Zhong Xin looked very much amateurish at times :p. She definitely does not have the toughest physique among all of us, but I think she got a large heart. And yes, it is a figure of speech for sarcastic and blur people out there. Jerusha was cheerful and bubbly for almost the whole journey and Hon Chien was a great inclusion to have as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069189135980898290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RllgqVVpJ_I/AAAAAAAAACE/29-YZIwoLkQ/s400/26052007238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is such a thing as the Cape Of Hope in the south most point of South Africa for the sailors back then, then this point where we took the picture must have been the Point of False Hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RllcyVVpJ7I/AAAAAAAAABk/aM2T560M8UU/s1600-h/CIMG3312-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069184875373340594" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RllcyVVpJ7I/AAAAAAAAABk/aM2T560M8UU/s400/CIMG3312-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was taken when we thought we've reached the summit. But in truth and to be fair, we were not that far away at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I'm ultimately proud of everyone and I couldn't help but take pride in the fact that I didn't take one drop of water at all since the time I woke up from bed and all the way until we completed our whole expedition :p. Not to mention that I only had 2 hours of sleep prior to all of that. But please don't do that as its not healthy at all and I felt my kidneys being drained of water to the point that its sore and a little painful by the end of the trip. Luckily the pain subsided after I drained lots and lots of water after I reached home. What a trip to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069191266284677122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RllimVVpKAI/AAAAAAAAACM/Vh9av1et9Ck/s400/26052007239.jpg" border="0" /&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/66258376299269595-3098920518019652964?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/3098920518019652964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=3098920518019652964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/3098920518019652964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/3098920518019652964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-weeks-review-but-i-still-tabur-ed.html' title='A long week&apos;s review but I still Tabur-ed'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17761737748878727709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i291/soonyuwen/new%20blog/newbaby.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RlldnlVpJ8I/AAAAAAAAABs/nSgaF8EMbU8/s72-c/12052007204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-3578019380233310502</id><published>2007-05-26T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:25:51.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the big p's party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;t'was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;p's&lt;/span&gt; party. Surprise of some sort la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he was surprised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well so was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hc&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he saw what i did to his chicken wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;first we shall re-cap. and contrary to popular belief that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RlmZt93C3wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t71-6AeIQUo/s1600-h/yuwen+cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RlmZt93C3wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t71-6AeIQUo/s400/yuwen+cooking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069251870560804610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the time when i made charcoal out of chicken. the guy beside me is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pussyface&lt;/span&gt;. he broke his hand a while ago while being a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RlmZuN3C3xI/AAAAAAAAAAU/27NXbSDgHQw/s1600-h/Clipboard04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RlmZuN3C3xI/AAAAAAAAAAU/27NXbSDgHQw/s400/Clipboard04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069251874855771922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;or the time i discovered my ability to burnt the chicken while leaving the meat inside. uncooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RlrCjd3C35I/AAAAAAAAABU/gGIXZXT0Yg0/s1600-h/DSC02532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RlrCjd3C35I/AAAAAAAAABU/gGIXZXT0Yg0/s320/DSC02532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069578245125627794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another picture to add to my list of failures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways he started to get all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; and bothered it made me scared, plus the guys were being asses by giving stupid comments on how the chicken tasted funny or the chicken was burnt and all. i wanted to press &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Andrews&lt;/span&gt; face on the hot coal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever ever insult me when i am getting my hands dirty for you. i shall be become Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bruce&lt;/span&gt; banner and give all of you a choke slam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aaron&lt;/span&gt; mistook me for a waiter, asking for the chicken wings to be replenished. I then to mistook him for my &lt;del&gt;piggy&lt;/del&gt; sister and told him to go stuff his face in the washing bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cheng&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sister beater&lt;/span&gt; went to get a drink. On the way back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cheng&lt;/span&gt; almost got run down by a car. I was running across the road as a car was approaching. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; decided that he had enough of life and its misery's so he tried to be a hero as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended up using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; vulgarities to calm himself down well i laughed myself to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think secret recipe cakes are overrated. Chocolate indulgence. The name doesn't do itself justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/Rlmt993C32I/AAAAAAAAAA8/FP_Q9bW9glY/s1600-h/hui+ling+fling+with+younger+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/Rlmt993C32I/AAAAAAAAAA8/FP_Q9bW9glY/s320/hui+ling+fling+with+younger+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069274135671267170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spinster trying to hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RlmsG93C30I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LOFToOHlvFU/s1600-h/chocolate+indulgence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RlmsG93C30I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LOFToOHlvFU/s320/chocolate+indulgence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069272091266834242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;this is what real chocolate indulgence should be like.... doodles on a plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RlmsGt3C3zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mRceiSvGHNo/s1600-h/sisterbeater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RlmsGt3C3zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mRceiSvGHNo/s320/sisterbeater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069272086971866930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sisterbeater&lt;/span&gt; takes an aim at his sister once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RlmsG93C31I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZrOB1f73klw/s1600-h/cheng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RlmsG93C31I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZrOB1f73klw/s320/cheng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069272091266834258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cheng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny that someone else birthday can be entirely about yourself.&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/66258376299269595-3578019380233310502?l=bachelor-pad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/feeds/3578019380233310502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=66258376299269595&amp;postID=3578019380233310502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/3578019380233310502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66258376299269595/posts/default/3578019380233310502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bachelor-pad.blogspot.com/2007/05/big-ps-party.html' title='the big p&apos;s party'/><author><name>Your Mother</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241991932193699893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8jLFusSQ-w/RlmZt93C3wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t71-6AeIQUo/s72-c/yuwen+cooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66258376299269595.post-6803306002128106463</id><published>2007-05-14T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:30:24.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to Yuz</title><content type='html'>Roughly a few months ago, a budding transmission engineer entered into the realm of unchartered territories when he ventured into the telecommunication industry. That particular young man, (he still thinks he is young, so give him a break :p), had always proclaimed in public that he is yearning to work, although there is a lingering fear in the darkest corner of his heart that he couldn't live up to his "enthusiasm" or that his fear might be realised with the possible downfall of him not short after. The young who happens to be me, braved himself through the storm of his newfound job. It is not known to me earlier on, that this job requires specification such as climbing at tall heights and also driving projects which are crucial for the company. I've always thought that as a fresh graduate, there would be a probation period for at least half a year before any sane company would dare to harbour any hopes on me (or any particular fresh graduate) to carry a crucial task which carry the department's namesake. I was proven wrong on more than one occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surveying is one of the important criteria of my job scope. Telecommunication sites comprise of: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rkh7j2T_rBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nk2nzhmia-U/s1600-h/21022007020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064433636783139858" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rkh7j2T_rBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nk2nzhmia-U/s400/21022007020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall Standing Transmission Towers. Officially known as BTS (Base Transmitter Station) Tower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, these towers are not meant soley for viewing only as they serve a purpose. They are meant to be climbed and they stand at 60m averagely or 200 feet in height. It is separated into a few platforms in between for different attachments of antenna at different height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rkh88WT_rCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R0tb-apdaq4/s1600-h/26022007031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064435157201562658" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rkh88WT_rCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R0tb-apdaq4/s400/26022007031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minimast structures which are classified as rooftop structures. These structures are more of a rarity because as not many rooftop settings would require such a supporting structure. These minimast are usually built upon zinc rooftops to provide a steddier and stronger platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rkh9_mT_rDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8G84cas68WQ/s1600-h/26022007030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064436312547765298" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rkh9_mT_rDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8G84cas68WQ/s400/26022007030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or conversely, there are even these rooftop transmission poles (which are present even in taman melawati's vicinity). These are arguably the most common sites available especially in the concrete jungle settings of a densely populated city. With obstructions everywhere and regulations to adhere to, these structures will be established all over strategic areas to build a network of connections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuz is one of my friendlier and sincerest colleague. As my boss decided that I was to pick up on the northern region of business that Yuz had been handling, Yuz had somewhat mentored me in preparation for me to handle things independantly. It is customary in my company that you'll be given a grace period of 3 mentored trips and soon after, you will be required to slug it out yourself by hook or by crook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuz's words of wisdom and jokes still resound in my head from time to time. One of the first few times that he asked me a serious question was when we were about to embark on our first joint survey together. He promptly asked me "Kita ni nak pergi ke Penang... ada 4 site yang nak survey nih. I akan tunjukkan you supaya lain kali tu, you boleh buat sendiri. Sekarang ni you rasa untuk 4 site nih, berapa hari yang you nak singgah kat penang"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was completely forlorn and taken aback by the degree of his question as I had never conducted any survey prior to that, and that I couldn't quite decide on a fair judgement to reply his question. Therefore I put up a silly grin and I answered "Tak tahu lah bang, saya tak pernah buat survey sebelum ni". I anticipated a scornful reply from his part or at least a sarcastic retort as a result of my answer, but he promptly replied "Kita pergi tiga hari je lahhhh....I pun malas nak pergi balik office....you ok ke tak?". I gleefully replied him "Okkkkk". That was one of our earliest pact at work. He was one of the very few people who taught me about the way of working smart and not to burn out myself in the midst of the frantic pace at work. He was also the one who showed me that whackiness and astute professionalism could perhaps coexist significantly well at the same time in my company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to a week ago, he bid all of the transmission department farewell and he shook hands with all of our immediate team. The factors due to his imminent resignination is somewhat understood and surely it is an issue that has been playing on many people's mind. It was just that Yuz acted upon it quicker and he found that it was more worthwhile to ply his trade on another frontier which is deemed more lucrative. This picture below is exactly the last time I've seen him stepped on the vicinity of my department. When he came to shook my hands, I was taken by surprise and I couldn't quite decide what is the most proper manner or response is fitting for a jovial chap like him. Going back to bare basics, I grinned and quickly broke the silence by asking "Tiba-tiba je dengar yang kau dah nak belah....terburu-buru giler nih". He conjured himself to sound profound amist his smiling face and replied "Biasalah decision-making ni kan". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064770237665094722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/RkmtsmT_rEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pYj58U_9nZI/s400/10052007194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a junior in the office, I'm not foreign to exploitation of workload delegation from just about anyone including Yuz, but he has been one of the most fun person to work with if not the most fun. I would like to wish him the best of luck in his new job. More often than never, I've always turned to him in the past where I was totally at lost, because I was very much absorbing the wide array of knowledge and skills that is required of me, and I was shorthanded on several occasions. He half-joked about my initial fears of climbing when he told me back then "Aku tak kisah, macam mana kau nak panjat tower. kau nak merangkak ke apa, janji engkau sampai...ehehehehehhehe". In truth, he was very protective of me most of the time and he is the best climber of from the department I've seen thus far. I would relish the chance to cross paths with him once again. Not as an understudy to him at that time, but as a peer that he can be relatively proud of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rkm2sWT_rGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OyBPYrZpA1w/s1600-h/01032007042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064780128974777442" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcrpqvgL8bY/Rkm2sWT_rGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OyBPYrZpA1w/s400/01032007042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture of Yuz when he climbed to the top of a transmission pole and suspended himself with his safety harness while he sat at the edge of the metal connector. He was so comfortable surveying the locations at the top that he even lighted up and finished a cigarette before he eventually came down again to finalize his survey. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is people like Yuz who tickles my heart to write about his somewhat significant impact to career which is still at infancy. I couldn't record enough thanks and gratitude to him in person for the help that he has given me all this while and above all the friendship that we've shared. The motivation to blog again was also ignited by this particular capable girl who compounded the pressure on re-entering blogsphere in the simplest of ways. When I typically diverted people's attention as to my possible return to blogsphere by saying "I might revive my blog one day", this particular girl replied in a very soft spoken tone "Make it today". A forceful phrase made tranquiled and perfected by her in nonchalance. Impressive. 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