<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820</id><updated>2012-01-20T05:51:35.393+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Delicacies'/><category term='Enlightment'/><category term='Travelling'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Bad Voodoos'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='Down hill'/><category term='His-story'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Hopes and Expectations'/><category term='Pet'/><category term='Articles'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Special'/><title type='text'>My kingdom. My World</title><subtitle type='html'>We are all kings and queens of our own world. It doesn't matter if we are the only one in the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-4091635076351625621</id><published>2011-03-03T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:08:45.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down hill'/><title type='text'>Restlessness</title><content type='html'>Not sure if i have the same entry title before but this is what i am feeling at the moment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Restlessness. Very restless in fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just pure emptiness inside. I don't know what i am doing or what i should be doing at this moment. I have stuff that requires my attention but i'm just kinda 'empty' to do it at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what is happening to my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that mood swing? Or hormones imbalance? or ..... something..??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kinda like floating... and heading nowhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does everybody feel what i am feeling occasionally? I mean, i consider myself pretty normal. So it is normal for normal people to feel like this, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wondering can go on and on and on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what happens next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something's on my mind for the past couple of days. Thinking and wondering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those thinking and wondering is not gonna get me anywhere without actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, it's all so confusing and empty and not-wanting to know what to do or make the decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admire those people who can make life changing decisions. They are just so brave. This morning, one of my friends said the same thing to me. Well, she doesn't know me well enough. It was a big decision for me at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time passes, i don't even think of it as a big decision anymore, not to say life changing. It is simply just a step i have to take for myself. My future. But what is in my future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only i can just be more open to certain things. I wish a very simple thing : to do something that gives me satisfaction. From the look of it, it seems pretty easy. For me, it's hard. It's so difficult that for years, i've not achieve this simple little wish. Not even close. Is that wishful thinking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying always goes that friends will help you. But in life, they don't. They are too selfish to even care, needless to say, help. Sad isn't it? Friends that i once thought 'friends' are actually not. They just wanna satisfy their own curiosity and start gossips. What is it about gossiping that people like so much? And rumours too. They like to spread rumours, turning their own opinions into something that they think is correct and spread it. I hope they go to hell. I really do. It's all the karma they deserve for ruining others' life when it's not even in their business to poke their nose into. I hate people asking me what i am doing and where i am. They don't care. They just want to know so they can share it with their other gossip friends so they can start making new stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who don't ask are the ones that actually respect the privacy. If i want them to know, i would have told them myself instead of them asking me the same question, time to time, over and over again. I mean, what is the point for them to know? Why do they keep asking? Do they really care? I doubt. So why do they keep asking? They don't get it when i diverted the topic. They would just repeatedly ask the same question. Like a broken record. Get a life. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i feel better... :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/32940820-4091635076351625621?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/4091635076351625621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=4091635076351625621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/4091635076351625621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/4091635076351625621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2011/03/restlessness.html' title='Restlessness'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-5870418871040786513</id><published>2010-07-20T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:39:46.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Imagination</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i hope i can get out of this body and goes into other's so i can have a taste of their life. It's not about the rich and wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was younger, i hope to exchange a day of my life with my dad, just to experience what he's gone thru the day, what he was thinking or worrying... . Then, i can know how hard my dad's life is. But of course, magical stuff like exchanging body don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really so real and unchangable that i hope mine can be like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_(2008_film)"&gt;Bella's&lt;/a&gt;. To experience something different. It's so surreal. Unreachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witches, vampires, werewolves, pixies.. how i wish i can experience those moments for a while. Something out of this reality. Just to let my mind escape this world for a while. To experience undying love, flying through the sky or leaping into the air. And even, immortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope i am, so i can rid myself of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i've watch too much movies lately. A bit too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_(2008_film)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-5870418871040786513?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/5870418871040786513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=5870418871040786513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/5870418871040786513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/5870418871040786513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2010/07/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-5392402753433810264</id><published>2010-03-07T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:18:04.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow~!</title><content type='html'>WOW~!! Time does pass real fast, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a blink of an eye, it's into the 3rd month of the year~!! But to me, it still feels like the beginning. In fact, we are entering into the 2nd quarter of the year~! My goodness, how fast time has come to pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's looked back on what happened. mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, few of my buddies got married and i din get to share their happy moments with them. I didn't attend their dinner coz i wasn't in town. Well, Alan and Isa, u know u got my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Alan : Bratha, be super good to Isa, man. She's put her whole's life happiness in your hands now, and you are the man to give her that. Make her happy at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Isa : Congratulations~! You must have got a bunch of tricks up ur sleeves coz u manage to tame Al-mighty Alan. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated Valentine's day to you both too~. XD... yeah, i know that's kinda lame, but the Valentine just happened to cross my mind bah~! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my other friends, congratulations on ur wedding~ End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chinese New Year had come and passed like a split second. So what did i do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i managed to meet a couple of close friends and stomach some beer on the day i touched down. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to meet some long time schoolmates during a gathering and pour a tiny winy bit of alcohol down my thirsty throat. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang Karaoke with my Bibi and her close friends &gt; Anderuu~ + i forgot her name. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, waited and waited and finally met my nephew~! Lucky he didn't forget i'm his aunt. haha.. He still clinged to me a bit. Hopefully, next time i go back, he still clings to me like now and won't look at me like i'm some alien from outer space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ home sweet home. The bed is so soft and comfortable. Once i lay on it, i do not wish to be apart with it. Every morning, i woke up feeling so good, coz i was at home~! Wee~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because certain things need to be done, those important things in life tat one cannot take shortcut, i have to venture again to find my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday seemed so short yet sweet. Home sweet home. I shall return to you soon~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts from my head when i'm typing.. no particular topics in mind. No special news or things to share. Just my crappy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-5392402753433810264?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/5392402753433810264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=5392402753433810264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/5392402753433810264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/5392402753433810264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html' title='Wow~!'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-8282672460455065245</id><published>2009-10-13T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:28:06.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Voodoos'/><title type='text'>Retards...</title><content type='html'>It is my habit to wrap a scarf around myself whenever i'm in the office nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that so??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, many thanks to the super good air-conditioners that our new office have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes it is set to 22deg celcius at normal fan, i still find it cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i set it to 22 low fan. Of course, i still find it cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i like to wrap myself in the scarf. I did say 'wrap', not fashionably hang it on my neck like a fashion accessory. I suppose that actually conveys the message that i'm cold, correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was in the washroom the other day and one of my colleagues was there washing her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sejuk kah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda taken back by her sudden question, while feeling irritated that she asked it in such a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, "Betul sejuk kah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "Ya, the air-cond setting very high at my side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, i was like 'wtf?!?!?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid to ask such question~!!! Isn't tat obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i feel cold then i wrap a scarf lar~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if i wanna do it the fashionista way, i would change scarf every day to match my clothes and i also won't wrap it around myself like i'm a muslim who is forbidden to show her skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was really a fucking retarded question. Not to mention she repeat it again when i didn't answer her in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear scarf very weird meh?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It indicated something like &gt;&gt; Do you really need to wear a scarf  to that extend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the way i wear the scarf around me already indicated i'm cold. So, does she really need to ask that question?? Can't i feel cold and wrap a scarf????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like asking her back "Are you ugly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kinda make it like sounded like only people who truly feel cold can wear scarf or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it made prefect sense to ask her back 'Are you ugly?' since she put on tons of make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it will similarly indicates that only ugly people can use make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you really ugly?'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's technically synonymous to   'are you really that cold til you need to wear a scarf?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what she would feel if i asked her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to wear a scarf instead of a jacket coz i think it makes the wearer look more sophisticated. Plus, jackets need tremendous big movements to wear and take them off. Scarf just makes one look so lady and well-breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even wrapping a scarf can lead to being asked stupid questions like that. It's simply a personal prefence of one's attire. Something like personal thing/issue. So does it need to get other's approval and acceptance??  Can you imagine how i survive in an environment like this for 4 years??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed that i can finally leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone here is just so irritatingly annoying, busybody and pretentious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-8282672460455065245?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/8282672460455065245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=8282672460455065245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/8282672460455065245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/8282672460455065245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2009/10/retards.html' title='Retards...'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-3901278532864101214</id><published>2009-08-03T08:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:02:25.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enlightment'/><title type='text'>Interesting Songs</title><content type='html'>I was reading Yahoo!News like i usually do every morning when i found out something that appeal kinda entertaining to me. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about Eminem, Mariah Carey and her hubby. Well, i didn't know Mariah and Eminem had some kind of relationship back then. Apparently, he hasn't gotten over her, or perhaps he find it a good selling point to include Mariah and their story in his song, whatever. Then WHOALA, a string of events followed. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what i read &gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/news/eminem-attacks-mariah-carey-nick-cannon-in-new-song/25905" target="_blank"&gt;OMG~!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on to check out the Eminem's 'The Warning's lyric, Mariah Carey's 'Obsessed' and Eminem's 1st song about Mariah, 'Bagpipes of Baghdad'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i have Obsessed about a month ago, but it was just another song to me. I never listen to the lyrics up til today. Well, i never listen to any song's lyrics at all. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Eminem's first song: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh! It's music to my ears, Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;How can I describe, the way I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin great man! Okay, let me see...&lt;br /&gt;How could I begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 1)&lt;br /&gt;Locked in Mariah's wine cellar all I had for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;Was red wine, more red wine, and captain crunch,&lt;br /&gt;Red wine for breakfast and for brunch,&lt;br /&gt;And to soak it up and in between snack, crackers to munch,&lt;br /&gt;Mariah, what's ever happened to us, why did we have to break up,&lt;br /&gt;All I asked for was a glass of punch,&lt;br /&gt;You see, I never really ask for much,&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine what's going through your mind after such,&lt;br /&gt;A nasty breakup with that Laftin Hunkler,&lt;br /&gt;Weisman Gale, Nick Cannon better back the fuck up,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not playin, I want her back you punk,&lt;br /&gt;This is Hello Kitty bedspread satin funk,&lt;br /&gt;Mixed with egyptian, with a little rappin pump,&lt;br /&gt;Zappin Eric Clapton, (Shaft?), Frank Zappa crunk,&lt;br /&gt;And yeah baby, I want another crack at ya,&lt;br /&gt;You can beat me with any spatula thatcha want,&lt;br /&gt;I mean I really want you bad you cunt,&lt;br /&gt;Nick you had your fun,&lt;br /&gt;I've come to kick you in your sack of junk,&lt;br /&gt;Man I could use a fresh batch of blood,&lt;br /&gt;So prepare your vernacular for dracula acupunc-ture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;When will it ever cease, for Pete's sake he's crazy, to say the least&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;What's going through my mind half the time, when I rhyme, while blowing on my&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;Sombody turn the vacancy sign on, 'cause I'm gone, blowing on my&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;I run the streets and act like a madman, holding a glad-,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;You can be a permanent fixture,&lt;br /&gt;In my lyrical mixture,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the miracle whit trixter,&lt;br /&gt;My sig-nature sound, when the tube of lipstick's around,&lt;br /&gt;I'm bound to put on in an instant, wow&lt;br /&gt;Man what an ensemble, what an assortment of pharma-&lt;br /&gt;Ceuticals, it's beautiful, pill dust in my palm, my&lt;br /&gt;Cuticles get residue just from touching the bottle,&lt;br /&gt;Never knew I could remind me so much of my mama,&lt;br /&gt;I'll cut you like Dahmer, pull a butcher knife on ya,&lt;br /&gt;The size of a sword boy, I'm like a fucken Red Sonia,&lt;br /&gt;Get it stuck in your cornea,&lt;br /&gt;Nice knowin ya Norman,&lt;br /&gt;You're so fuckin' annoyin,&lt;br /&gt;Drop the shovel boy, you don't know what the fuck ya doin',&lt;br /&gt;I ain't playin' no fuckin' more,&lt;br /&gt;Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you luck with the fuckin whore,&lt;br /&gt;Every minute there's a sucker born,&lt;br /&gt;Snuck up on Malachai and made the motherfucker suck on a shuck of corn,&lt;br /&gt;Shuck of, shuck of corn, shuck of corn,&lt;br /&gt;Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and told him it's fucken on,&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck are you doin',&lt;br /&gt;You're runnin' over the snow blower,&lt;br /&gt;With the lawnmower, blow on your&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;When will it ever cease, for Pete's sake he's crazy, to say the least&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;What's going through my mind half the time, when I rhyme, while blowing on my,&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;Sombody turn the vacancy sign on, 'cause I'm gone, blowing on my,&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;I run the streets and act like a madman, holding a gladbag,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 3)&lt;br /&gt;In the bed with two braindead lesbian vegetables,&lt;br /&gt;I bet you they become heterosexual,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will stop me from molesting you,&lt;br /&gt;Tittyfucking you til your breastnipple&lt;br /&gt;Flesh, tickles my testicles,&lt;br /&gt;Is what they said to the two conjoined twins,&lt;br /&gt;How's it going girlfriends, you need a boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;You need some ointment, just make an appointment,&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna see the doctor first, we'll do a coin flip&lt;br /&gt;I just got my one year sobriety coin chip,&lt;br /&gt;When the bad get going, how bad does the going get&lt;br /&gt;Baby you shouldn't have any trouble rubbing groins wit&lt;br /&gt;Each other, especially when you're joined at the hip,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get the needle, new thread from the sewing kit,&lt;br /&gt;An attempt to seperate em and stitch em back at the loin shit,&lt;br /&gt;Lured the little boy with the chocolate chips ahoy chip&lt;br /&gt;Cookie, lookie even took me a polaroid, bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;When will it ever cease, for Pete's sake he's crazy, to say the least&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;What's going through my mind half the time, when I rhyme, while blowing on my,&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;Sombody turn the vacancy sign on, 'cause I'm gone, blowing on my,&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;I run the streets and act like a madman, holding a gladbag, uh&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes from Baghdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mariah's hubby, Nick, was kinda pissed off when he knew the song involved his wife so he wrote an entry on his official blog... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've checked out the blog, but apparently he removed that particular entry, probably to prevent further damage and stop all the unnecessary spotlight on this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it can be partially captured here. &lt;a href="http://www.accesshollywood.com/nick-cannon-eminem-is-slim-lamey_article_17759?__source=rsslatest_news" target="'_blank"&gt;Access Hollywood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubby part was not that interesting, honestly. I was attracted by the songs that Eminem and Mariah sing to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the lyrics of Mariah's Song : &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Obsessed (Confession of an Imperfect Angel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;So oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the real MC please, step to the mike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;So oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;So oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;So oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All up in the blogs&lt;br /&gt;Saying we met at the bar&lt;br /&gt;When I don't even know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Saying we up in your house&lt;br /&gt;Saying I'm up in your car&lt;br /&gt;But you in LA and I'm out at Jermaine's.&lt;br /&gt;I'm up in the A&lt;br /&gt;You so so lame&lt;br /&gt;And no one here even mentions your name&lt;br /&gt;It must be the weed. It must be the E&lt;br /&gt;Cause you be popping hood&lt;br /&gt;You get it popping, Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you so obsessed with me (Boy I wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;Lying that you're sexing me (when everybody knows)&lt;br /&gt;It's clear that you're upset with me&lt;br /&gt;Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress&lt;br /&gt;Last man on the earth still couldn't hit this&lt;br /&gt;You're delusional, you're delusional&lt;br /&gt;Boy you're losing your mind&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing yo, you're confused you know&lt;br /&gt;Why you wasting your time&lt;br /&gt;Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex&lt;br /&gt;Seeing right through you like you're bathing in Windex&lt;br /&gt;Boy why you so obsessed with me?&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey Obsessed lyrics found on http://www.directlyrics.com/mariah-carey-obsessed-lyrics.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You on your job&lt;br /&gt;You hating hard&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gon' feed you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let you starve&lt;br /&gt;Gasping for air&lt;br /&gt;I'm ventilation&lt;br /&gt;You out of breath&lt;br /&gt;Hope you ain't waiting&lt;br /&gt;Telling the world how much you miss me&lt;br /&gt;But we never were&lt;br /&gt;So why you trippin'&lt;br /&gt;You a mom and pop&lt;br /&gt;I'm a corporation&lt;br /&gt;I'm the press conference&lt;br /&gt;And you a conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you so obsessed with me (Boy I wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;Lying that you're sexing me (when everybody knows)&lt;br /&gt;It's clear that you're upset with me&lt;br /&gt;Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress&lt;br /&gt;Last man on the earth still couldn't hit this&lt;br /&gt;You're delusional, you're delusional&lt;br /&gt;Boy you're losing your mind&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing yo, you're confused you know&lt;br /&gt;Why you wasting your time&lt;br /&gt;Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex&lt;br /&gt;Seeing right through you like you're bathing in Windex&lt;br /&gt;Boy why you so obsessed with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you so obsessed with me&lt;br /&gt;Lying that you're sexing me&lt;br /&gt;It's clear that you're upset with me&lt;br /&gt;Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress&lt;br /&gt;Last man on the earth still couldn't hit this&lt;br /&gt;You're delusional, you're delusional&lt;br /&gt;Boy you're losing your mind&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing yo, you're confused you know&lt;br /&gt;Why you wasting your time&lt;br /&gt;Got you all fired up with y our napoleon complex&lt;br /&gt;Seeing right through you like you're bathing in windex&lt;br /&gt;Boy why you so obsessed with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In respond, Eminem released another new song for her. Wow.. I like this relationship-hate-song battle. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem's : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Warning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Only reason i disssed you in the first place&lt;br /&gt;was because you denied seeing me now im pissed off&lt;br /&gt;sit back homie relax in fact grab a 6 pack&lt;br /&gt;kick back while i kick facts&lt;br /&gt;yah dre sick track&lt;br /&gt;perfect way to get back&lt;br /&gt;wanna hear some wick wack&lt;br /&gt;i got the same exact tat thats on nicks back&lt;br /&gt;im obsessed now&lt;br /&gt;oh g that supposed to be me in the video with the goatee&lt;br /&gt;wow mariah i didnt expect you to go balls out&lt;br /&gt;bitch shut the fuck up before i put all them phone calls out&lt;br /&gt;you made at my house while you were wildin out&lt;br /&gt;before nick when yous was on my dick ill give you something to smile about&lt;br /&gt;how many times did you fly to my house&lt;br /&gt;still trying to count you better shut your lying mouth if you dont want nick finding out&lt;br /&gt;you probably think cuz since its been so long if i had something on you i woulda done it by now&lt;br /&gt;on the contrary mary poppins im mixing a studio session down and sending it in to mastering to make it loud&lt;br /&gt;enough dirt on you to murder you&lt;br /&gt;this is what the fuck i do&lt;br /&gt;mariaaahh did it ever occur to you that i still have pictures&lt;br /&gt;however you prefer to do and that goes for nick too faggot you think im scurred of you&lt;br /&gt;you gonna ruin my career you better get one&lt;br /&gt;like im gonna sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt&lt;br /&gt;that made me put up with her pscyho ass over 6 months&lt;br /&gt;and only spread her legs to let me hit once&lt;br /&gt;yeah what you gonna say im lucky tell the public that i was so ugly&lt;br /&gt;that you fucking had to be drunk to fuck me&lt;br /&gt;second base what the fuck you tell nick pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;second week we were dry humpin that has to count for somethin&lt;br /&gt;listen girlie surely you dont want me to talk about how i nutted early&lt;br /&gt;cuz i ejaculated prematurely and bust all over your belly&lt;br /&gt;and you almost started hurlin and said i was gross go get a towel&lt;br /&gt;your stomachs curling or maybe you do&lt;br /&gt;but if im embarassing me im embarassing you&lt;br /&gt;and dont you dare say it isnt true&lt;br /&gt;as long as that songs getting airplay im dissin you&lt;br /&gt;im a hair away from getting carried away and gettin sued&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna stop at 16 that was 32 this is 34 bars&lt;br /&gt;we aint even a third of the way through&lt;br /&gt;damn slim mariah played you&lt;br /&gt;mariah who&lt;br /&gt;oh did i say whore nick i meant a liar tooo&lt;br /&gt;like i been goin off on you all this time for no reason&lt;br /&gt;girl you out of your alcholic mind girl&lt;br /&gt;check you wine cellar look at the ammounts of all the wine&lt;br /&gt;like i fucking sit around and think about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;i just think this shit is funny when i count you on a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;but fuck it now im about to draw the line&lt;br /&gt;and for you thats a mountain i doubt you would want to climb&lt;br /&gt;i can describe areas of your house you wouldnt find&lt;br /&gt;on an episode of cribs&lt;br /&gt;a blow below the ribs&lt;br /&gt;if i hear another word&lt;br /&gt;so dont be openin your jibs&lt;br /&gt;cuz everytime you do its like an overload of fibs&lt;br /&gt;i aint saying this shit again ho you know what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a warning shot&lt;br /&gt;before i blow up your whole spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call my bluff in ill release every fucking thing i got&lt;br /&gt;including the voice mails right before you flipped your top&lt;br /&gt;when me and Luiz were trying to stick 2 cds in the same slot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??MARiAH CAREY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Love you too&lt;br /&gt;let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear boo&lt;br /&gt;now what you say&lt;br /&gt;?MARiAH? its nothing&lt;br /&gt;yeah so what ill do&lt;br /&gt;is refresh your memory&lt;br /&gt;when you said&lt;br /&gt;?MARiAH? i want you&lt;br /&gt;now should i keep going&lt;br /&gt;or should i call truce&lt;br /&gt;?MARiAH? you think you cute right&lt;br /&gt;you bet your sweet ass i do&lt;br /&gt;?MARiAH? im mary poppins b&lt;br /&gt;and im super man uhm&lt;br /&gt;?MARiAH? Mary P&lt;br /&gt;slim shaddyy&lt;br /&gt;comin at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you still be my&lt;br /&gt;?Mariah? baby girl&lt;br /&gt;than ill still be your&lt;br /&gt;?Mariah? super hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?Mariah? where my em&lt;br /&gt;yeah right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?Mariah? you like this&lt;br /&gt;nope not any more dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it cuts like a knife&lt;br /&gt;when i tell you&lt;br /&gt;get a life&lt;br /&gt;but im moving on with mine&lt;br /&gt;nick is that your wife&lt;br /&gt;well tell her to shut her mouth&lt;br /&gt;and ill leave her alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she dont siNG THiS SCRiPT&lt;br /&gt;than ill keep going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?Mariah?&lt;br /&gt;its actually mary ann&lt;br /&gt;mary ann is saying cut the tape&lt;br /&gt;cut the tape&lt;br /&gt;knife&lt;br /&gt;?Mariah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics, is like; First, Eminem telling Mariah that he's still thinking of her bla bla bla. Then, Mariah, in respond, was like telling Eminem to get over her, stop acting immaturely and it would be over her dead body if she is gonna go back to him (i add that part myself. haha). Eminem, hearing her words, got angry and lashed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, isn't this interesting. It's like a series of songs from celebrities' real life . If they continue on, they can work together and released a compilation album of both their songs &gt; Our story. Love, anger and hatred. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we shall wait and see what Mariah and Nick will come up next. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-3901278532864101214?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/3901278532864101214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=3901278532864101214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/3901278532864101214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/3901278532864101214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-songs.html' title='Interesting Songs'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-3043401640557252845</id><published>2009-02-25T08:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:19:24.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>We are all human</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been sometime since my last entry. Ya, i know. It's more than half a year ago. I know that, but i'm just too lazy to write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of blogging is to share my thoughts when i have time for it. And i don't have much time since last year. Sometimes, i do, but i dunno what to write. My mind is just a piece of emptiness nowadays. I loose the enthusiasm to blog everything. I used to have zillions of stuff on my mind to blog about, but now, i don't feel like writing anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i feel like sharing. Lately, something happened. Something totally unexpected, and it caught me off-guard. It hurt my feelings too. Usually when i write something like this, that's when i found out something about what my friend did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a person who talk very straight-forward. I don't like to be pretentious, coz i don't like putting on a mask. When i don't like someone, i will intentionally say or do something to hint that person to back-off or get his face out of my life. It's usually accomplished with very arrogant answers to their questions or comments to their statement. The purpose is to let that person feels that i'm nobbish and to cut the conversation short. I don't want to pretend to like the person when i'm not or acted like i'm keen to continue the conversation or talk about my life or listen to his life. Only people who are close enough with me know me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, sometimes, it doesn't seemed to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human are, in nature, pretentious. Probably it's a natural thing to do. To protect themselves, i guess. I do it too, sometimes. But doing it everyday, to someone whom you talk to and see almost everyday?? No, i don't. I know someone who does. She did it so gracefully and innocently, i didn't know when she actually started to dislike me so much. Everything i did, could be a conversation topic of how i mistreated her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than 2 months since i knew it and i still couldn't get over it. A very close friend of 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i knew a friend backstabbed me, i had a sleepness nite. I thought we were close. All along, i was the only one who thought that way. I had never said a bad thing about him or thought anything bad about him before. Now, everytime he complains about someone to me, my mind goes to the scenes where he pretended to be nice to them and how he did the same thing to me. Sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, i didn't have sleepless nite but my mind was in chaos for the first few days. The more details i know, the more eerie she seems to me. Very very 恐怖... I wish to write in details about everything that she did, but i'm not doing it. I believe in karma. At times, i wish to confront her. Even up til now, i have that notion occasionally. We were so close... If i said anything that hurt her feelings, she should have told me. I talk very honestly. I do. At times, it really hurt ppl's feeling but I don't do it purposely. We were so close, she knew i wasn't doing it deliberately. I was just talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i was wrong. I was being naive. I thought we were sisters. In fact, i'm the only one being stupid. I could endure all her stupidity and never told her she's stupid. I never told her she's brainless when she did something that brought consequences to others. I just thought maybe she's not mature enough, with the fact that she's older than me and had worked in city for a few years. Ppl who worked in cities grow up and think maturely, rite? I assumed she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of small things that accumulated which makes her dislike me so much, but i never even complain of what she did coz i thought we were friends. Stuff like these, she's been putting it in her mind and counting everytime she thinks i make her sad or hurt her. A lot of things she said was so twisted, i was shocked to know it. I was dumb-founded. A person who i thought that is so close to me is doing all these. She didn't know i knew what she has done. I've stopped talking to her, but things just got worst. Honestly, i wish to forgive her but things don't stop as we wished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i have to PRETEND i don't know all those stuff that she did to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the pretentious queen now...but she will always get the crown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-3043401640557252845?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/3043401640557252845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=3043401640557252845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/3043401640557252845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/3043401640557252845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-are-all-human.html' title='We are all human'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-834294305581667759</id><published>2008-09-22T13:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:10:43.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><title type='text'>Esther Mama : Jasmine's Birthday 20.09.08</title><content type='html'>The day started with good weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... i'm doing weather reporting... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's skip to the purpose of this post. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/658817/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine, a mummy-to-be, was celebrating her XXX birthday. Well, i can't tell you how old she is. Woman's age is a secret.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually call jasmine and her hubby, heng &gt; Esther papa and Esther mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc said they are expecting a baby girl, and they name their god gifted baby, Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Esther papa told us to celebrate birthday for Esther mama on his behalf because he would be away for business and would not be in town for the weekend. So, we gathered our close group of friends and planned a birthday card, a present and a gathering for her birthday. Esther papa was worried of his absence coz Esther mama would be celebrating her birthday with a different role this year, as his beloved wife and a new-mummy-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After asking mama, we agreed to celebrate at Seahorse. A nice place with some open space for celebration and servings of beers around. Not a formal place and everyone can just go crazy there, which we did. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner at the new Indian cuisine restaurant in town so was a bit late.&lt;br /&gt;I reached the place around 9pm, practically the last one to arrived. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/322611/8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woala~!!! Papa was there~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess papa knew he couldn't missed out this big celebration and decided to stay back~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i sat down, of course, automatically, beer were served, poured by Esther papa. Esther papa ask Bibi (Helen) if she can drink and she said "可以啊". Papa went "woooo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi prepared the hand-made birthday card. She didn't want us to pass the card around. She said she felt embarrassed to show the card, so only Esther mama can read it, but i didn't care. I have to look at it.. hahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Jas's birthday card" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNdSydbuyRI/AAAAAAAAAno/d0v679uUDI0/s400/Birthday+card.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248754917571479826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked annie to sneak the card around the table so she wouldn't get her hands on it and everyone can have a look.. hahaha... She keep screaming when each of us got a turn to look at the card. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, annie proceed to get the present to Esther mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. by this time, i have had like 2 and half can of beers and was feeling warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere the cake was presented, and old man Jooping started to sing birthday song, leading the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie helping to lid the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248721324381986354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc0PFDOXjI/AAAAAAAAAko/blwCsVdyPog/s400/20092008326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cake was out, someone exclaimed "How come so many candles?". I can't stop myself but broke into laughter. Everyone was getting warm and chatty then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248723450885346306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc2K25IlAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/8ECg4ThWKfQ/s400/20092008328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama very pity coz bibi keep asking her to post with the knife..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cannot. Have to make wish first"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248724500077849842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc3H7cHrPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/dg55ndi-Ppo/s400/20092008329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cannot. Cannot see the knife"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248724811078196066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc3aCAYW2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/uVY5AsAthes/s400/20092008330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cannot. Not like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248724974764388674" title="Jaz cutting the cake.. finally" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc3jjyNcUI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3lvCi_uecwo/s400/20092008331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This section of the table a bit serious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248725829494997122" title="Patrick and Ming" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc4VT53gII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/mq1tKBdw2HI/s400/20092008332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick said "Ming, bring up your glass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming said "No no, Dun want liao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our glasses were never empty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248726593634547906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc5Byi7uMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/1q5Vk9H7wqw/s400/20092008333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther papa relaxing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248728279002863842" title=" old man jooping, papa and vincent" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc6j5CDWOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/WoHfbz8v2vc/s400/20092008334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa said to Bibi "Not pretty le. You didn't drink. This is the first time i pour drinks for you oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248729090840047970" title="Cannot le..." style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc7TJXHsWI/AAAAAAAAAlw/fgFvezcRMks/s400/20092008335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther mama on the way to washroom, so we stopped her for a photoshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248729751681940402" title="so blur...." style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc75nMGu7I/AAAAAAAAAl4/3S4fCpgp488/s400/20092008336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One conclusion.. Damn laoya cameraman. Must be cheap skate jooping.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the clearest photo of the nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248730536812769746" title="Me and Bibi" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc8nUB4cdI/AAAAAAAAAmA/_QwjYYJe25c/s400/20092008337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo.... so nice. Bibi was flushing all over. I'm about to have world map on me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248730768531471826" title="Me and Ni" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc80zP7PdI/AAAAAAAAAmI/bMdVt4_Wj70/s400/20092008338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely one of the best photos i have with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we continued to keep 'Bottom's Up' coz of bibi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so high, when she topped her glass on mine, the beer bubbles in my glass shot up.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi keep saying "ah han is waiting for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, everyone said "Tell ah han no need bath liao. No point to take bath liao". lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she keep calling 'Bottom's up',but i can't drink mine coz of the bubbles. In the end, she used the spoon to scoop the bubbles away so i have to drink with her. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was suppose to go back at 10pm, but i persuaded her to stay until 10.30. Then it was 11.00pm. Then, we headed for RexBox. ahhahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky we did. We were all so high up above the clouds and happy that we forgot there were other tables around us. We laughed and talked so loud. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time we exploded into laughter, tables around us were sure gonna looked at us. Ni said bibi and i was the loudest.. hahah.... so embarassing, he said. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we were to rexbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi didn't want to go rexbox, but i raced her to her car and got in her car anyway.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Loving Esther papa" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248731327811972706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc9VWuybmI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/iJ3pMDurp_0/s400/21092008341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther papa and mama so loving... &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/777181/7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Esther papa super loving lor.. haha.." id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248732912836191618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc-xnaApYI/AAAAAAAAAmY/gCM48GahfdU/s400/21092008342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at papa... woo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248733665484564882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc_dbPXaZI/AAAAAAAAAmg/7j1qDEl5vU8/s400/21092008344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno wat is this old man doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248734089426254450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNc_2Gi8OnI/AAAAAAAAAmo/LtxzLVYK15g/s400/21092008345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to predict wat is this da oldman doing. Dancing??? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody seemed to understand wat he was doing, so he go drink himself again. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248734836187557458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNdAhkctblI/AAAAAAAAAmw/VWy42qvxjeY/s400/21092008347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jooping is one the best guy to hang out with. First, is because he looks like a mouse. hahaha..Secondly, is because he's really full of crap and he's such a drinking buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248735400028372674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNdBCY61fsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7MpvgxL-7Fs/s400/21092008348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying... The nite was really hilarious and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther mama said there were basically 3 groups that nite. The singing group, the Hiding group and the searching group. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hid so many ppl's stuff that nite~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i hide Ah ming's hp and car keys. Then, his phone rang, so i gave him back his hp but still kept his keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i practically robbed Mika of his mobile from his pocket. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen didn't know when her keys was missing. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248737327286835218" title="Annie and mika" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNdCykhD2BI/AAAAAAAAAnA/G_pCdAEjg84/s400/21092008363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ming was looking for his keys and he was searching it in her bag right infront of her~! And while he didn't find his keys, he took helen's key and she didn't even realised it. Right infront of her face~!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Papa took Annie's super big bag. She was so drowned in Mika's love, she didn't even see her bag anymore.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i hid her handphone as well. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all so high and happy, everyone just keep laughing their heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise i drank again.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248738182399057154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNdDkWDs3QI/AAAAAAAAAnI/GFOJi5JoJ-0/s400/21092008365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i told myself to stop drinking in rexbox. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Patrick.... wow... he's so focus in his singing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248738529956319714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNdD4kzz0eI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/8KrVoQKcTCY/s400/21092008366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really don't understand what was this oldman doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNdEWYD1vbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/A-xAe2C8Wxs/s1600-h/21092008373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248739041929969074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNdEWYD1vbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/A-xAe2C8Wxs/s400/21092008373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went totally crazy and bit on oldman's arm. I have to see how it looks today.. hahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he got bruises... lol .. lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity Jooping. I'll remind myself to keep my teeth incheck next time. My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really... pity him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248739899369462562" title="Loving couple" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNdFISRWGyI/AAAAAAAAAng/cE2nQX_t_lM/s400/21092008369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving couple. This should be the way for every couple~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are really my idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really attend a lot of wedding, nor do i have a lot of friends who were pregnant, but Jasmine and Heng were really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to Island with us right after their wedding dinner and got so wasted until papa cannot even walk properly.lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, almost 9 months pregnant, jaz can still hangout with us until 2am in the morning~!!! Walao eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SALUTE you, jaz. Way to go~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something really momerable. 18 yrs from now, Esther will be so proud she has such a sporting mummy and daddy ~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/32940820-834294305581667759?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/834294305581667759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=834294305581667759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/834294305581667759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/834294305581667759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2008/09/esther-mama-jasmines-birthday-200908.html' title='Esther Mama : Jasmine&apos;s Birthday 20.09.08'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/SNdSydbuyRI/AAAAAAAAAno/d0v679uUDI0/s72-c/Birthday+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-3188175335447865516</id><published>2008-08-17T16:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:34:26.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>Ticket void</title><content type='html'>It has been ridiculously stupid of me to overlook the time of my flight destined to kl on Thursday nite. The thursday before last week, 7th August, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't i unforgivingly stupid??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the tickets during the promotional period and missing my flight means that the ticket is void. Attempts of changes to flight ticket will not be entertained or entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my flight was supposed to leave at 9.40pm. Instead, it was 8.40pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time i reached the check-in counter, the attendant told me, "Your flight has just departed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt &gt;&gt;&gt; ???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waddahek...!?!!?!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS~!!! Is this really happening, i thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my name was on the 8.40pm flight list. Not 9.40pm as i thought i was. I forgot that i bought my seat on the 8.40pm flight because all along, there wasn't any 8.40pm before. There was only 9.40pm flights. So i just assumed my flight was at 9.40pm without checking the itinery. Super stupid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned at the counter. They dun accept penalty charges coz the ticket was a promotional ticket and they don't entertain no-show. OMG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ni asked the attendant how much was the ticket for the next flight at 9.40pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM451.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how?? To buy or not to buy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was in a state of chaos. If i didn't buy, even my return ticket would be void, but then, this one way ticket could buy me a return trip from kl a month from now. If i chose not to buy, i would be missing Wayne's wedding registration. So... how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was actually no time to consider everything thru. I just have to buy it or else i'll have to call Wayne to tell him i can't made it to his wedding reception in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni saw my super disappointed face and smiled at me. He said "Honey, don't worry. I'll buy the ticket for you. You just need to enjoy your trip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at him, remorse showing on my face. Although 450 is not a big amount, but it is money that should have not been spend this way, consequences of my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That's how much Ni paid for my one way ticket to kl. RM451.50. He wanted me to enjoy my trip and not to worry about what my sillyness has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i'm really glad i have Ni with me.&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/777181/7.gif" border="0" /&gt; He's so gentle and caring, but most of the times, he is just so forgetful and careless which is really frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i flew to KL as planned and attended Wayne's mass wedding registration with a couple of hundreds other couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splendid event. An eye opener for me. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/658817/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-3188175335447865516?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/3188175335447865516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=3188175335447865516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/3188175335447865516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/3188175335447865516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2008/08/ticket-void.html' title='Ticket void'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-6504809081539930336</id><published>2008-03-06T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:39:57.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Hit and Run</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i was involved in a hit and run case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean it. It was an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He attempted to cross the road just when i was 1 meter away from him. I was driving around 40km/per hour. I couldn't brake in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car hit him with a loud thud. He cried in pain during the collision and fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is ...... My car rammed over him. Both front and rear tyres ran over his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked and terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one witness to the incident. A man was cycling along the road and he saw everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my car ran over the body, i didn't stop and get down the car to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, i kept driving. I didn't know what to do. My hands were trembling. When i looked into the rear mirror, trying to spot a body laying on the road, i couldn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He manage to get up and cross the road to the other side as if nothing happened. No bloody body part. Not a single droplet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the man on the bicycle from my rear mirror. He looked as surprised as i felt inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a miracle?? How can one manage to survive the accident and even cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a dog killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not kill that dog. Poor fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftermath : My car plate broke during the collision and fell off. I have to replace my car plate. My bumper was dented on one side. Hopefully, it will not fall off someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my car air-cond fan broke down and gave up on me. I had to replace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super soi....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-6504809081539930336?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/6504809081539930336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=6504809081539930336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/6504809081539930336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/6504809081539930336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2008/03/hit-and-run.html' title='Hit and Run'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-321051417604406126</id><published>2008-02-04T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:04:56.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down hill'/><title type='text'>Sense of security</title><content type='html'>Should it be called sense of security? Doesn't matter, you'll know what i feel at the end of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, a sudden surge of weird feelings arise when i see my friends' messages and photos of their happy lives, their marriage lives and success in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this jeolousy? I don't think so, coz i don't feel any resentment or unhappy looking at their happy smiling faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i am happy for them. I feel happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that they are so happy, so content of their lives, i feel like i'm an empty shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to put it, but life feels so shallow to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to expect, what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like nothing matters anymore. I'm tired. Spiritually, i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can read from &lt;a href="http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/12/hopes-and-expectations.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; about how i felt then. I'm feeling the same thing over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel afraid of life now. It's like at any moment, it will swallow me into it's swirlpool of shallowness, deceit, greed.... everything that life holds for a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about me but i feel like a piece of useless junk. Something that is additional and unnecessary. The world still rotates even if i'm not in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel worthless. I guess my self-pride is getting smaller each passing day and nothing is helping this little fellow to grow healtily. Much contribution comes from the fact that i don't get satisfaction in what i do. So, what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my life is wasting itself by each passing day. What is wrong with me anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i'm doing much better than a lot of people. I just don't feel satisfied of my life. Nothing seems to satisfy me. What do i want ?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i feel afraid.. worried... about life and for life. Am i thinking too much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-321051417604406126?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/321051417604406126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=321051417604406126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/321051417604406126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/321051417604406126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2008/02/sense-of-security.html' title='Sense of security'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-6232555734172599588</id><published>2008-01-09T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:26:20.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>Once again, i'm going to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL feels like a second home to me. Although i don't know any route in KL at all, and i never drive in KL before, plus the fact that i dun have a house there or something, it's home to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there for 4 years, not a long time but it's not a short period too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was supposed to be an enjoyable one with 2 more friends coming along but they didn't make it in the end so i'm going alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like i often travel alone nowadays. This is the third time i'm flying to kl by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling period : 9th January - 15th January. &lt;br /&gt;A total of 6days/6nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like long holidays instead of short ones. I don't have to rush for everything. I can take my sweet time going through all the places i want to go and still get enought time to return for a trip. I'm referring to the shopping malls. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, i don't need to make any plan at all. It's all pure relaxing shopping by myself. No time limitations. No rushing. No appoinments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is that i feel a bit lonely going to all these wonderful malls by myself. I wish someone can accompany me though. You know, give me comments on all the clothes i tried on, a person to talk to, to lunch and dine with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about lunch and dinner, i'm kinda disappointed with my friend. It's been a year since we last saw each other. It's just impossible that he will come to this jungle, so we can only meet when i'm in kl. I'll be there for 6days and he couldn't even come up with an evening to meet-up. Instead, he's expecting me to slot into his freetime and that's Thursday morning ONLY. He told me he won't be free for the weekend. Monday an Tuesday outstation. So, even Thursday evening also cannot come out. Can only come out on Thursday morning. Waddahek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this trip, i don't feel any excitement at all. Instead, i just feel 'sien'. Damn sien. Probably because i'm going by myself, KL friends don't have time to 'entertain' me. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bad as it sounds, i have a few things i need to get from kl, so at least i have some targets to go after and not just go wondering in the malls pointlessly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading to KL tonight. I have to go airport at 5.30pm. I'm still working fullday today and my luggage is half packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again when i'm back from the trip. Hopefully, it'll be an enjoyable one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-6232555734172599588?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/6232555734172599588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=6232555734172599588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/6232555734172599588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/6232555734172599588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2008/01/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-4261617582146231609</id><published>2008-01-03T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:12.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st evening of 2008</title><content type='html'>I didn't take any photos at all. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, i know i should but i forgot. I was too hungry, you can't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year's eve was good. Had dinner at Eastwood, countdown in the car while on the way to town from a friend's house and partied at balcony until around 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my christmas countdown coz i have to fly to Labuan 7am the next day so cannot hang out late. Have to get up at 5 something in the morning. I just opted to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend the new year morning laying in bed until...until 10 something?? Then we head out for breakfast. After that, we went to join some friends and yamcha until 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute decision to go for hash so went home, changed and head for the run site around 3.30. Run start at 5.15. I'm a damn slow mover so finish the short run around 6 and left for town to catch my steamboat dinner with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was so fulfilling. I had shower, and by the time i reach the restaurant, it's around 8pm. I was damn hungry liaw. Just put anything i see on the table into my mouth. Even ordered myself a plate of fried rice and wallop it down. Geez... it's a wonder i only gained 3 kgs in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, they decided they want to go for a short drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be specific, Guinness draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153306628552729234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/R4Q5E0WNIpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_JCAVq_z7SU/s400/DSC00736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks so delicous, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153314479752946338" style="CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/R4RAN0WNIqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/9x-MWi4ex1c/s400/DSC00738.JPG" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson and Carey, with Jackson trying to show off his guiness moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the whole bunch of them showing off their moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153340155067441842" style="CURSOR: hand" height="253" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/R4RXkUWNIrI/AAAAAAAAAX4/h0ChKd6GsqY/s400/DSC02699.jpg" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they look silly ?? lol... Aren't they cute~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ends after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-4261617582146231609?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/4261617582146231609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=4261617582146231609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/4261617582146231609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/4261617582146231609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-evening-of-2008.html' title='1st evening of 2008'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/R4Q5E0WNIpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_JCAVq_z7SU/s72-c/DSC00736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-794629555717897512</id><published>2008-01-02T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:50:24.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year. Another Resolution.</title><content type='html'>The feeling of new year sure gives me a fresh feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the day still pass like other days, somehow, i feel recharged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new surge of hope arise, looking forward the to great year. New year sure brings new hopes and expectations. Needless to say, i have to make some resolutions. I shall try my best to do all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, it's the 2008 olympic in Beijing. Long live Chinese~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Travelling overseas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, i have this last year, but i didn't materialised it somehow. Hence, it is just appropriate to put it this year. It is not that difficult to achive, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can't achieve it this year, i think i might as well move into the jungle. There won't be any difference at all since i stay put in one small place like a little kampung girl. Poor me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when i can see the world. There is just so much to see and life is too short to be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Clearing debts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably can't imagine how much debts i'm into now. No worries, i didn't loan money from the Mafia. It's only credit card. With my blood sucking little insurance sucking me dry thru the year, i didn't realise it is such a burden. Somehow, instead of paying off some of it, the total amount just stayed put. It didn't decrease, but increase easily. I made a target of half year to clear it up before CNY. Needless to say, that didn't happen. I'm still as broke as ever. lol..&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm making another aim to resolve the problem this year. Mid of the year.  June 2008. I have to clear off at least 70% of it. Yes, i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Slimmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same as ever for every female. Weight is one bery bery important issue. As i'm getting into the so-called 'AUNTY' category soon, i don't wanna look like one. lol.... You know? Big ass, big belly, and a fat auntie looking face.  haha.... My metabolism is becoming slower as years passed, something that is not in my control. It's the process of nature. Plus, the fact that i still shoved anything and everything looking delicious into my mouth, of course i get fatter. Suddenly, the image of delicious sushi crossed my mind. I'm gonna eat lots and lots of sushi when i'm in kl. MUAHAHAA.....Okay, so what's the target? 3kgs. Same as before, okay? Now, that i have gained 3kgs last year, so i'm just getting back into my old weigh. lol... ( i know that's cheating. lol... &lt;br /&gt;Hopeless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This one is a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say what it is. Some of my close friends know i'm in the process of working on it. It's need planning and a lot of process to achieve it. I will try my best to do it and then, perhaps the future will be different. Totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any aim for my career this year, because something is coming up and i'm waiting for the good news. If everything goes smoothly, i will be doing what i wanted to do since so long ago. I just hope it is as good as it sounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-794629555717897512?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/794629555717897512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=794629555717897512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/794629555717897512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/794629555717897512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-year-another-resolution.html' title='Another Year. Another Resolution.'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-2748490349972451470</id><published>2007-12-30T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:13.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hopes and Expectations'/><title type='text'>Resolutions Countdown</title><content type='html'>Time is running damn fast and it's been a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the year, i made some aim for self motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's go back to my &lt;a href="http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-resolutions.html" target="_blank"&gt;resolution for 2007&lt;/a&gt; and see how i scored. kekek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. G size tits...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..... let's ignore that, okay? haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Start my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, since being involved the QAQC job 2 yrs ago, i ended up with a career in the line. My resume is loaded with tons of crap about it and that's the one and only thing i can sell myself to other company. Sad....i thought i can start with a different line. E &amp;amp; I engineer... project engineer... gone... shattered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not all that bad. To comfort myself, i always remind myself that i have gotten a comfortable raise this year. Something that happened totally out of my expectation and even a switch of department. Although i'm still handling the same old crap, this is definitely a better crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation improved dramatically. Overall, something good did happened and my goal has been reached. I scored for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Savings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.....All i can conclude is that my financial controlling skills is still in a haywire state. It is still in a very apologizing situation. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spinster fund will have to postpone, but it won't be long. So is my spinster holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Lose weigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my metabolism is getting slower. Though i don't really eat a lot, i tend to gain weigh. Except the occasional second helpings, KFCs, Sugarbun, Pizzahut, ice creams, teatime snack, midnight snack and double breakfast, i don't really eat a lot at times. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/727979/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of losing weigh, i actually gained a few pounds. Mind you. Where i used to be 54kgs, i am now around 56kgs. Perhaps even closing to 57kgs. Darn... I was around 52 in 2005. An average of 2kgs per year. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the time i reach 40, i'll be like... 80KGS~!!!! Jesus... i think even Almighty Lord can't do much about my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when am i gonna be categorised as hot babes???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Be a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there are lesser and lesser good Samaritans out there in this world. No one is kind enough to drop me a lottery ticket, let alone a ticket that actually strike jackpot so i still can't be a millionaire yet. Poor me...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150008480216457858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/R3iBbUWNIoI/AAAAAAAAAXg/-leA_R_EjR4/s400/cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be kind. Show some generousity dwellings of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Losing armpit hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the most annoying things on earth. Armpit hair. I mean why would we girls need it in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To breed lice? Or to make us smell good? Well, some ladies does smell FANTASTIC. Even perfume can't replace the smell of their bodily odour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This aim is easily achieved. Although, it is not as perfect as i think it would be, but it's getting there. Oh yes baby, it is. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/63714/14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Travelling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't achieve this one. I was too broke anyway. No spinster fund, no career, no G size tits, no hot body, no nice nice fair looking armpit.. what's the use of travelling, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without all those above, i can't possibly enjoy any trip at all. What's the use when i can only take photos of a pig in foreign land? Can't shop and indulge in the mouth watering delicacies.. Everything thing needs $$$ and if too much food, i'll look even more like a 'oink oink'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 6, i only managed to achieve 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 still outstanding. I gotta do better next year. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/322611/8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-2748490349972451470?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/2748490349972451470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=2748490349972451470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/2748490349972451470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/2748490349972451470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/12/resolutions-countdown.html' title='Resolutions Countdown'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/R3iBbUWNIoI/AAAAAAAAAXg/-leA_R_EjR4/s72-c/cry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-6031227022762229427</id><published>2007-11-20T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:40:19.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>The truth about Vitamin C</title><content type='html'>A very interesting article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that will change our perception of Vitamin C that has been around for decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/70628" target="_blank"&gt;Can Vitamin C Cure Colds?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short. Here it is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The research found that vitamin C did little to reduce either the length or severity of colds among the general population. However, studies have found that it may lower the risk of catching a cold among people whose bodies are under high physical stress—think marathon runners or soldiers on subarctic exercises. They were 50 percent less likely to catch a cold if they took a daily dose of vitamin C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of us, however, that extra glass of orange juice is not going to do much. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The presumption of the millions of people who are taking vast amounts of vitamin C that they're preventing a cold has no foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;," says Robert Douglas, lead author of the study and former president of the Public Health Association of Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Where does this assumption comes from ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It all stems from Linus Pauling, a Nobel Prize-winning chemist who lived from 1901 to 1994. In 1970 he wrote the book "Vitamin C and the Common Cold," which popularized the notion that this particular vitamin could prevent one of the most common ailments on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the book came with little scientific backing and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was largely devoid of evidence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, says Pauling biographer Thomas Hager. "He published this very influential health book &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without writing a single scientific paper on the subject&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;," he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, it means he had not done any research before he publicised that idea to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's forgivable. Afterall, it was published in the 70's and no one questioned the realiability of this information. It hasn't done us any harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-6031227022762229427?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/6031227022762229427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=6031227022762229427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/6031227022762229427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/6031227022762229427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/11/vitamin-c.html' title='The truth about Vitamin C'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-7717450107430944577</id><published>2007-11-02T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T16:06:11.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Lefties</title><content type='html'>People who knows me well, will know that i'm left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i came across one article about lefthandedness : &lt;a href="http://www.philly.com/philly/health_and_science/20071029_The_lefty_mysteries.html" target="_blank"&gt;The mysteries of lefthandedness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it might be something interesting. Indeed, it was, but research is still ongoing so it'll take, perhaps, a decade or more for them to find something that is really significant about how different does a brain of a left-handed person works from a right-handed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I qoute from the article :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why are only 10 percent of us lefthanded, and why did the ratio seem to change over the last century? Are lefties somehow different - less healthy, more creative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This indicates there are lesser left-handed people around as time goes on, and also, more left-handed people are unhealthy and so they die early???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm gonna die early??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the most interesting point come into light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lefthanders really are special, and the ways they differ are yielding insight into human diversity - especially how one person's brain differs from another's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every human being is unique but being a lefthanded person, each lefty is more unique in a way his/her brain works differently from other lefties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Lefthandedness is connected to a lot of neurodevelopmental disorders," says Daniel Geschwind, a UCLA expert in what is known as neurobehavioral genetics. People with autism and schizophrenia are more likely to be lefthanded, he says. "But with that risk, there is also gain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEURODEVELOPMENTAL DISORDERS. AUTISM. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SCHIZOPHRENIA~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna turn crazy someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Various studies have found weak but statistically significant associations between lefthandedness and schizophrenia, autism and even homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychologist Ronald Yeo of the University of New Mexico thinks the common link is a kind of flexibility known as developmental instability. Roughly, this describes the tendency to get off track during development, he says, freeing some brains to vary from the majority design, with each component in its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may allow for novel ways of arranging the brain. Perhaps only an unusual configuration can produce an artistic and scientific genius like Leonardo da Vinci, who was reportedly both lefthanded and gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm....so i could be a homo in future.. Who knows, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, i still don't find anything special about myself rather than:  i might be dying earlier than right-handed people, i might turn into a nut someday and i have chances of getting a female life partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so special after all. That's just the way the scientists put it so they won't scare off parents, and so parent won't train their kids to use right hand in the early days of their lives to be a right-handed person. That way, they can continue to do researches. Isn't that brilliant? [okay, that's just one sarcastic comment i made for fun]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just disappointed that they didn't mention &lt;strong&gt;LEFTIES ARE SMARTER THAN RIGHTHANDER.&lt;/strong&gt; haha.... No puns intented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-7717450107430944577?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/7717450107430944577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=7717450107430944577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/7717450107430944577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/7717450107430944577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/11/lefties.html' title='Lefties'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-1394147368997481985</id><published>2007-11-01T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:45:12.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enlightment'/><title type='text'>Good Old Friend</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, i was alone at home and i thought about the people i could call or sms since i was quite bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one of my good old friend popped into my head. Actually, he's my closest friend from college. Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send him a message as we haven't been talking for a few months liaw. Half year perhaps??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her Majesty :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey, u know wat! Suddenly, i feel like i miss you. Miss our friendship. Miss the time we chat and get-together, so send you message. Keep in touch, k? Cheers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvin :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What makes you suddenly become so sensible? I miss our college life too. I still remember my first impression on you. You remember what you did to me? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her Majesty :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm thinking about my relationship, then i thought about you lo. I dun remember oh. What did i do ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvin :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You scold me bad words on the 1st meet. That's why i always remember you. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her Majesty :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHA...DID I DO THAT?!? My god! I'm so bad. Why did i scold you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvin :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Coz i keep reminding you to copy the notes, but you are busy chatting with Fei Fei. After that, maybe you felt that i'm too annoying, then you turn to me and said : Fuck. It's none of your business whether i want to copy or not. Then, i was speechless. Can imagine my situation? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her Majesty :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YAMEH? I'm so rude ah. Sorry ah. ahhaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvin :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7 years after that you want me to accept your apologies? Forget about it. I shall remember you till i die. haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the best thing in good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can do something as bitchy as i did and the other will remember it. Years later, it'll be a joke that both enjoy talking about. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, i totally have no idea i did that. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can really imagine the situation. Everyone around us would jaw-drop instantly and become speechless . The section of that lecture hall would suddenly turn quiet and everyone would be looking back and forth between my face and his face. [ i understand myself enough to know that i don't scold people softly, it would definitely be loud. ] He would look like a total idiot being scolded by me in that manner. Poor Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise i was really being SO RUDE. He's such a good-hearted person because he ignored the embarassement i caused him and still accept my crappy attitude. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why we become so close. I really miss him. Although i don't really get along with his girlfriend aka future wife (perhaps next year), we are still very close. No, I didn't offend her. In fact, i haven't really spoken to her yet. He's the one who told her all about me, when they were still friends. Somehow, jealousy caused him a lot of trouble after that. Poor Alvin. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope for the day when me, him and both of our partners can sit together at the same table and chat like old friends. He's one of the friends i cherish most, although i'm such a jerk at times. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/777181/7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-1394147368997481985?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/1394147368997481985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=1394147368997481985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/1394147368997481985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/1394147368997481985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-old-friend.html' title='Good Old Friend'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-8151374111201391648</id><published>2007-10-30T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:10:04.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enlightment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Sex appeal and First Move</title><content type='html'>This entry is inspired by Kenny and Nicole for their entries (for HUGO's latest Perfume) on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2007/10/should_a_girl_a.php" target="_blank"&gt;Should a girl ask the guy for his number? Who should make the first move&lt;/a&gt; ( Kenny's),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2007/10/is_it_true_that.php" target="_blank"&gt;Is It True That Girls Fall In Love With Their Hearts And Guys Fall In Love With Their Eyes?&lt;/a&gt; ( Once again, Kenny's ) and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicolekiss.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-it-true-that-girls-fall-in-love-with.html" target="_blank"&gt;Is it True That Girls Fall in Love with Their Hearts and Guys Fall in Love with Their Eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( Nicole's )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are few more entries on those topics but i'm not gonna link all of them. You can read from the links above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from myself about Sex appeal and the "Should the girl do it? or Should the guy do it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really depends on individual but I will certainly give thumbs up for any guy or girl who make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impression is, of course, needless to say really important. I don't believe anyone who said look doesn't matter. The one who said that is either blind or lying. ( We don't include those who was already in love but was unfortunely disfigured by accidents. Their love are sacred. Yes, I said SACRED, so you cannot compare theirs with others. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my part, I will freak out when guys approach me. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also won't be the first one to take action either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why, every time when a guy made his moves i would suddenly shrink so small and would try to avoid the guy anyway i could : phone calls, hang out, dinners, even if he's my friend and i actually had some affection for him (not in the loving way, but in a friendly likable manner). It's not about the person. It's my instinct. It would acted on its own and i would suddenly feel, somewhat, afraid of that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time, i did it to all my pursuers, some who happened to be my friends, but that's so long ago. I'm too old for pursuers now. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered i once had a crush on someone in my class. I'm not embarrassed to say it now. My feelings started after he actually stopped making moves to woo me. I guessed i have slow reaction to stuff like these. For those few months, he was everything that i thought about everyday. I made lots of excuses to go to his house just to see him, even during holidays. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i would just call him up just to hear his voice, then pretending to ask him if he have any program for the day and i wanted to tag along. haha... ya, very lame, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was one time, we were in this history class and the teacher was explaining the topic of the day to us while walking around the class. I was paying attention to her explanations and my gaze followed her while she was walking around. Without realising it, the teacher walked pass his seat. For this one exact moment, our eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i could hear my heart beating, thumping like there's no tomorrow. It was just this one fraction of a section that we looked at each other, and then we both looked away. I didn't know what was on his mind, but adrenalin was pumping within me. I think what i felt was first love. At least i thought so, coz i never felt that way again. I even had dreams of him. I guess you know how much i was into him then, but that was, too, long time ago. It's all history now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings grow with each day of get-together. Each moment spend, is a chance for us to know a person more. It's not a one moment-hit thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my relationship starts from friends. Mutual friends. There wasn't any intentional courtship, it just grew out of the friendship. It definitely felt awkward initially. From friends aka brathahood to boyfriend and girlfriend relationship. Everything about relationship is never easy. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this comment from one of Kenny's reader:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As for certain stereotypes of guys who are are always complaining and whining about how they cannot get a girlfriend or a partner, STOP fucking whining and maybe DO SOMETHING for a change? Like.. actually MAKING THE MOVE? Dumbass. You know what your problem is and how to solve it. If you don't do anything about it, your loss. You've got no sympathy from any of us females.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's even more to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For example :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, depressed, timid, clingy, desperate little Peter may have an obvious crush on a female; and yes he agrees with everything she has to say. But sexy, confident Johnny has the GUTS to ask her out; and that really makes all the difference. People are wrong: The size of a man's penis is unimportant. What matters is how big his balls are. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So for guys who are always only *THINKING* of making the first move but NEVER seem to get there, maybe its time to actually PUT your balls in your pants and USE THEM for once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applause for &lt;a href="http://aliciaaaaaa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Alicia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all Kenny's reader like to talk about balls too, hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some comments are funny but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it's an equal fair share. I actually agree that at times women should make the first move. i've done it and i'm still stuck with the person. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, that doesn't mean the men get to sit back and kick off their shoes and hope to God a woman asks him out. Please do the poor woman a favour and drop some hints. For example, a smile instead of a killer come hither cover line macho look. Applies for women too (not the macho part). Batting your eyelashes or making sure you're pretty like a hindi movie doesn't exactly make it clear to men so both ways if you're interested with the right signals and no not by scaring someone with a bad come hither look it might just work. so i guess at the end it depends who's got the courage to make the first move after dropping them hints. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batting eyelashes like a hindi movie.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys should make the first move. That's how it has always been and its more romantic that way. Since all girls dream about are being the princesses in some fairy tale with prince charming proposing.&lt;br /&gt;And are you sure about guys not gossiping with his friends that a girl has just asked him out? I'm sure guys with their super huge ego will go boast around that a girl had just hit on him..a hot one that is.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe coz you guys are tired of being rejected that's why pushing the responsibility on us girls now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree on that one. I mean the princess dream thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Personally i think that if you want a girl to approach you, you'll need to play your own cards right. You need to send out the right signals to show that you're not just like any other guys that have approached her before and ended up being someone who wasnt worth the trouble at all. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;Girls can send out subtle signals..why cant we guys do the same? But of course, we havta learn to pick up on signals as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously its all context dependent, some girls know what they want and they go for it..so there are actually girls out there who approach guys whom they are interested in. While some girls need to be "nudged" before they are willing to make a move.&lt;br /&gt;So what we need to understand is what they are looking for, and to show them that you're different..because obviously, even us guys dont go for girls that seem mediocre to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTRACTION, SIGNALS and BALLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-8151374111201391648?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/8151374111201391648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=8151374111201391648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/8151374111201391648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/8151374111201391648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/10/sex-appeal-and-first-move.html' title='The Sex appeal and First Move'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-5283841779265514706</id><published>2007-10-29T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:19.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delicacies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Weekend Splendid~</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since i wrote anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm not particularly busy, just kinda lazy to blog. Been surfing and doing some online reading about serial killers in the states. haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to read Harry Porter, but i'm just not willing to buy those books. It's really a waste of money, to spend like 40 bucks for a book and i will only read it once and it will be left on some shelf or put in some box like all of my other novels, not to mention the Harry Porter saga is now at its 5th publication or 6th??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does anyone has Harry Porter to lend me? I would love to start from the first book though. I wanted to know the whole actual story from J.K. Rowling. Movie version always ALWAYS stray a lot from the novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too far away from my topic now. Back to the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend spend with friends are always awesome. That is, if they are close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this reknown japanese food outlet in KB, Brunei. Famous for its cheaper price, fresher ingredients and larger variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126632737196134354" style="CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyV1T_p2z9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/AYAa6ZFSuTo/s400/DSC00705.JPG" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, it is wise to get their number and make a reservation before you head there. The place was packed. We were lucky to even get the bar seats~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126635254046969858" style="CURSOR: hand" height="258" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyV3mfp20AI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8l0Q1eh-U3M/s400/DSC00708.JPG" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one hell of a lunch at Excapade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi. Tempura. Unagi. JAPANESE FOOD~!!! My god.... It was marveolus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take beautiful pictures of them before i shoved them in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126635752263176210" style="CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyV4Dfp20BI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LOtpzmGxmj0/s400/DSC00709.JPG" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick is that you just go ahead and order anything and everything you want to eat. You can worry about whether you can finish the food or not later, or how the bill is gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126634631276711922" style="CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyV3CPp2z_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/pzXpelKu8RQ/s400/DSC00707.JPG" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is not an everyday event that you drive up all the way just for the sushi. Better make it an unforgetable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126633630549331938" style="CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyV2H_p2z-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/wlaTtMYk7Og/s400/DSC00706.JPG" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disaster aftermath I from Jackson and Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126629314107199394" title="Aftermath of the disasterous sushi-aka-nippon food war I" style="CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyVyMvp2z6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Z2I_3YKEfjY/s400/DSC00702.JPG" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disaster aftermath II from me, Johnny and Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126630181690593202" title="Aftermath of the disasterous sushi-aka-nippon food war II" style="CURSOR: hand" height="251" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyVy_Pp2z7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/TFSoF0ntFT4/s400/DSC00703.JPG" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saga continues : Disaster aftermath III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126631294087122882" title="Aftermath of the disasterous sushi-aka-nippon food war III " style="CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyVz__p2z8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/gMwzqSEKUig/s400/DSC00704.JPG" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glimpse of their prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126637246911795234" style="CURSOR: hand" height="258" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyV5afp20CI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/CwwQufRo8q0/s400/DSC00710.JPG" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, they are indeed cheaper but it's only worth the trip if you have a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we went to our considered '老地方'. The island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, with Big Heng getting the atmosphere going by kept asking me to drink. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126639256956489778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyV7Pfp20DI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VVBIxNA2S04/s400/sweat.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best picture taken of year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May i presents you the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Golden Couple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa~~&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126640244798967874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyV8I_p20EI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8VJYLzH7yNE/s400/giggle.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126641417325039698" style="CURSOR: hand" height="259" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyV9NPp20FI/AAAAAAAAAVo/bBNckUljxOA/s400/DSC02475.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i admit we are not couple. lol. He's a nice friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture just looks so nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't flushing or showing my big-small eyes and my partner looked so cute with his boyish smile. Agree??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy in pink are just so cute~! I dun understand why i had to put my hand on his chest. It looked out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered we had a few similar shots taken but it's at another person's handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random photos from 6th October hangout....hmm... that's 3 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126600142689324882" style="CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyVXqvp2z1I/AAAAAAAAATw/Z7ywOxXnPDw/s400/DSC00398.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flushing~!! Luckily, i wasn't looking like a tomato but i know i'm not far from there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signs are there. My small-big eyes.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126601637337943906" style="CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyVZBvp2z2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/LGjQgjd9nQQ/s400/DSC00401.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember who took this photo, but i do remember another shot was taken by another cameraman because the first cameraman cannot function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126623245318410098" style="CURSOR: hand" height="258" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyVsrfp2z3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/UgoljhkPUq0/s400/DSC00402.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still as blurry... So you can tell that they were all drunk. lol... so we gave up on taking another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity that i don't have a decent picture with Morgan. (That's the handsome man in black beside me. He's Jones business partner.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other random photo. They are from ages ago. I just feel like posting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126669875778343042" style="CURSOR: hand" height="304" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyWXFvp20II/AAAAAAAAAWA/kLkU87l2dF8/s400/DSC00147.JPG" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-colleague's wedding dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126671533635719314" style="CURSOR: hand" height="263" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyWYmPp20JI/AAAAAAAAAWI/9upBT9-Ec3w/s400/P1010255.JPG" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a hasher's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tail of my silly dog. &lt;a href="http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-pi.html" target="_blank"&gt;La Pi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126644015780253794" style="CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyV_kfp20GI/AAAAAAAAAVw/BjH8mFPykJg/s400/DSC00684.JPG" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. his bald patch has fur now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-5283841779265514706?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/5283841779265514706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=5283841779265514706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/5283841779265514706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/5283841779265514706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend-splendid.html' title='Weekend Splendid~'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyV1T_p2z9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/AYAa6ZFSuTo/s72-c/DSC00705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-2402250570398686647</id><published>2007-09-17T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:47:41.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Voodoos'/><title type='text'>Fug off~</title><content type='html'>Today is the first time, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRST TIME&lt;/span&gt; in my working experience, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my THREE years of working experience that i was being shouted at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being shouted at work, NOT because i cannot do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being shouted at work, NOT because i did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being shouted at work BECAUSE SOME PIECE OF SHIT CANNOT DELIVER WHAT HE WAS EXPECTED TO DO AND HE FREAKED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that he freaked out, he also thought he can push all his responsibility to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I HAVE ALREADY GIVEN YOU THE REQUEST. IT IS YOUR DUTY. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE NOW. I WANT THE REPORT BY MY TABLE TOMORROW AFTERNOON."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Bold letters mean he was shouting at me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me : You just gave me the request this morning, and they need 2 nights to complete shooting. Now you have another additional request, i don't think they can present the report by tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I DON'T CARE. I WANT TO SEE THE REPORT TOMORROW AFTERNOON. IF YOU CANNOT DO IT, IT IS YOUR FAULT ."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"You just give me the request this morning, and they are only shooting it tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"IT IS NOT MY RESPONSIBILITY. MY WORK IS DELAYED BECAUSE OF THE MATERIAL COME IN LATE. I DID NOT MAKE THE PROGRESS SLOW. I WON'T BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE LATE HANDOVER. NOW I ALREADY PASS IT TO YOU. IF YOU CANNOT DO IT, IT IS OUR FAULT"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me ( being angry ) : When the material is late, YOU SHOULD FOLLOW UP. YOU DUN BLAME ON OTHERs AND EXPECT OTHERS TO FINISH SO QUICKLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I DUN CARE HOW YOU DO IT. I WANT TO SEE THE REPORT TOMORROW. YOU GO AND GIVE ME THE REPORTS. ( slammed down the phone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, to hell with the 'it is not my responsibility' crap talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let ya all know, i am not his subordinate. I dun take orders from him. I am his colleague. In fact, we are working on a team work basis. I helped him sort out on the form activites and also make sure that he dun need to do the extra paperwork coz he's all alone in Labuan and he only has 2 hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrange some of the paperwork to be done for him, so that he only need to sign them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coordinate with him to get some work done. All and all, we have diffirent roles to play. The only difference is that the company is willing to pay this piece of old shit, perhaps, 9k per month and i get only less than one third of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he used to be an owner of a company, it doesn't mean he can shout at other people. I am helping him and he is not helping me by shouting. He is not the owner of THIS company. He have no rights to shout at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not make a mistake and i dun deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouting at people just let others know how incapable you are. Incapable of controlling yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCOMPETENCE, i call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I despice people like this old shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being old doesn't mean that you have the right to BARK at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, he is so useless that he should be kept in a zoo. He need people to take care of him and feed him and bathe him. Being barely able to understand even a simple instruction make him worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder why my boss would hire him at all. Even my manager find it difficult to talk to him coz he just dun understand what people is telling him. He can't even operate a computer and messed up all the forms that i gave him. What is he doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. i pity myself that i have to deal with a piece of shit like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not intend to write an entry like this after being absence from the blog world for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-2402250570398686647?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/2402250570398686647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=2402250570398686647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/2402250570398686647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/2402250570398686647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/09/fug-off.html' title='Fug off~'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-369105156879116827</id><published>2007-08-23T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:32.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet'/><title type='text'>My grandchildren</title><content type='html'>Oww..... Time passes so fast man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of weeks, it'll be time for me to giveaway those cute little fellas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely missed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just so adorable....my grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little cuties from my daughter, Ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born on 28 July 2007, triplets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Blackie Max. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;( This is just a temporary name that i give them for the moment before they are to be given away )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102056916605719106" style="CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4lu9ob0kI/AAAAAAAAATY/g86p77RQPYw/s400/DSC00596.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 9 Aug 2007. 8.43pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's all curled up in a tight ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He's the first fella to climb out from the box and prefers to sleep outside every night after he learn there's another world outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102056727627158066" style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4lj9ob0jI/AAAAAAAAATQ/3r7HmD0qFg0/s400/DSC00597.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 9 Aug 2007. 8.43pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more relax post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102056422684480034" style="CURSOR: hand" height="268" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4lSNob0iI/AAAAAAAAATI/AYY6a8L8vEw/s400/DSC00598.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute, isn't he?? As if he was smiling when he slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, meet Billie Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102056238000886290" style="CURSOR: hand" height="275" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4lHdob0hI/AAAAAAAAATA/6MfGCF711Y0/s400/DSC00601.JPG" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 9 Aug 2007. 8.45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't like to go anywhere outside of the box and just like to stay put in a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, meet Chocolate. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the nick Chocolate because she's the only brown puppy among the 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ''Chocolate" just sound so cute and lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102056031842456066" style="CURSOR: hand" height="262" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4k7dob0gI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nokWTow6pxA/s400/DSC00602.JPG" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 9 Aug 2007. 8.43pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a very VERY SHY puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102055808504156658" style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4kudob0fI/AAAAAAAAASw/gPYhluIuXVE/s400/DSC00603.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, she has slower movements, slower reactions than her siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102055619525595618" style="CURSOR: hand" height="268" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4kjdob0eI/AAAAAAAAASo/DZfZH5N7FD0/s400/DSC00604.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?? She's so camera shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how she'll turn out when she's an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102055477791674834" style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4kbNob0dI/AAAAAAAAASg/uVQKRPC5ov4/s400/DSC00605.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 9 Aug 2007. 8.46pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Blacky Max sure has a lot of sleeping poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102055155669127618" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4kIdob0cI/AAAAAAAAASY/JH8YxJv-lR8/s400/DSC00606.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 9 Aug 2007. 8.46pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does look a bit wrinkly, don't u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102054983870435762" style="CURSOR: hand" height="276" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4j-dob0bI/AAAAAAAAASQ/zT5VmeVakGU/s400/DSC00607.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 9 Aug 2007. 8.47pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to stick his tongue out when he sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging puppies sucking milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102054807776776610" style="CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4j0Nob0aI/AAAAAAAAASI/w9WmX5P4sqU/s400/DSC00608.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 14 Aug 2007. 5.23pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, they are all gonaa turn into Kungfu Ninja Puppies flying midair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's call them &gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NINJA PUPS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all so hungry, that they didn't even bother to wait for their mum to sit down before they start sucking milk from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the 3 little Ninjas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102054580143509906" style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4jm9ob0ZI/AAAAAAAAASA/X6C4TVBjeY8/s400/DSC00609.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 5.59pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3 weeks old, they were quite active, healthy and BIG, i would say. Moving in and out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppies really don't need to be taken care off when they have their mum with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled when i first brought Ginger back together with all her other 5 siblings, it was so difficult to take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were barely able to see and haven't exactly started walking yet. Starving for at least 12 hours, dumped at the rubbish site, without even clean water to drink and had been directly under the sun the whole day. All dirty and smelly. So pitiful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni heard their cries during the day when he was visiting his friend's office next to the area. Curious of the sound that he heard, he followed the cries to their small box. All six of them. Females. Dumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni's couldn't stop thinking about the puppies so we when to get them at night. Luckily, we were not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i better have another entry for Ginger later. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The healthy bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102054296675668354" style="CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4jWdob0YI/AAAAAAAAAR4/a8tb3P4JZUs/s400/DSC00610.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 5.59pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102053875768873330" style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4i99ob0XI/AAAAAAAAARw/CZR-sNohbYw/s400/DSC00611.JPG" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jane, as usual, always in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102053699675214178" style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4iztob0WI/AAAAAAAAARo/vpAcmQPkmHs/s400/DSC00612.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102053446272143698" style="CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4ik9ob0VI/AAAAAAAAARg/cJy8Y9Kps90/s400/DSC00613.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she likes posing too.  She does look pitiful in the picture with her droopy eyes and ears, agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Blacky Max, outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102052969530773826" style="CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4iJNob0UI/AAAAAAAAARY/Lk8jlSUPxxU/s400/DSC00614.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking so active and lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102052840681754930" style="CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4iBtob0TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qg1SLmOscb4/s400/DSC00615.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.... they are so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102052698947834146" style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4h5dob0SI/AAAAAAAAARI/8iq1vSc1Wz0/s400/DSC00616.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.01pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In unison pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102052552918946066" style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4hw9ob0RI/AAAAAAAAARA/ju5ifeLzAlM/s400/DSC00617.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.01pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max and Jane posing for the cameraman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102052406890057986" style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4hodob0QI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/lE23j1LwFdU/s400/DSC00618.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.01pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shy lady is always hiding somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102052273746071794" style="CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4hgtob0PI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UbGByrwlatI/s400/DSC00619.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.01pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera shy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102052157781954786" style="CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4hZ9ob0OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/RUTIlmFTgXE/s400/DSC00620.JPG" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.01pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102051994573197522" style="CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4hQdob0NI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SjCbsfIf3wE/s400/DSC00621.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.02pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..i can't stop taking pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102051771234898114" style="CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4hDdob0MI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RbLBRJJMeSQ/s400/DSC00622.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.02pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102051642385879218" style="WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" height="272" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4g79ob0LI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Fm7mx3W5Yzg/s400/DSC00623.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.02pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all 3 of them likes to sleep out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102057380462187090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4mJ9ob0lI/AAAAAAAAATg/-foCxey237E/s400/DSC00625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 19 Aug 2007. 9.31pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they woke up from the intrusion of my camera light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102051195709280402" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4gh9ob0JI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dbAsvK1iZHk/s400/DSC00627.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 19 Aug 2007. 9.31pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i let them play on the compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102051084040130690" style="CURSOR: hand" height="276" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4gbdob0II/AAAAAAAAAP4/YRkXzYfQOKw/s400/DSC00639.JPG" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 22 Aug 2007. 6.03pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blacky Max sniffing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102050834932027506" style="CURSOR: hand" height="262" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4gM9ob0HI/AAAAAAAAAPw/e1ZxzgT0SxY/s400/DSC00641.JPG" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 22 Aug 2007. 6.04pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Billie Jane staying put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102050727557845090" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4gGtob0GI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LuXDpHlywyo/s400/DSC00643.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 22 Aug 2007. 6.06pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered that was he thinking when he looked at the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102050624478629970" style="CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4gAtob0FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/B8q88flIebE/s400/DSC00644.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.08pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jane making a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102050504219545666" style="CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4f5tob0EI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DXb7q7B0e6Q/s400/DSC00645.JPG" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.08pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, they just can't let Ginger have a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102050375370526770" style="CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4fyNob0DI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gJ8RXcMOv8o/s400/DSC00646.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.09pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Blackie Max and Chocolate has got themselves glued to Ginger while Billie Jane was still dreaming, so i had to carry her to the spot and help her onto her current pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102050203571834914" style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4foNob0CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/O0d4FoMPOCE/s400/DSC00647.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.09pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, Blackie Max and Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102050074722816018" style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4fgtob0BI/AAAAAAAAAPA/g2ovkb6s4qE/s400/DSC00648.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackie Max has even got milk on his face. He was sucking like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102049911514058754" style="CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4fXNob0AI/AAAAAAAAAO4/go0yxeoeVL4/s400/DSC00649.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing nipples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102049778370072562" style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4fPdobz_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/GqjyeuU41Fk/s400/DSC00650.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing nipples again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102049490607263714" style="CURSOR: hand" height="268" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4e-tobz-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/M7TvkWkqF7Q/s400/DSC00651.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all sucking Ginger til dry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jane changed nipples too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102048992391057362" style="CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4ehtobz9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/YXfF-atwXBo/s400/DSC00652.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't u think they are all so amazing... I mean drinking milk half hanging for minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102048794822561730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4eWNobz8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Rs-5N3an9fc/s400/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.12pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how thin Ginger is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102048597254066098" style="CURSOR: hand" height="274" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4eKtobz7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5cp0vP2BGyg/s400/DSC00654.JPG" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.12pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been feeding her 2 meals a day. With portions bigger even bigger than Lily's and she's still as skinny as a supermodel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, she has only given birth to 3 puppies. I really can't imagine how she would looked like if she has given to, like 6 puppies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, she'll be looking like a skeleton walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102048391095635874" style="CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4d-tobz6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/20WU9TXAQYQ/s400/DSC00655.JPG" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.13pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, after feeding time, they started playing with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102047849929756562" style="CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4dfNobz5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/h9OIN3kq4Ro/s400/DSC00658.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only for a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102046381050941298" style="CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4cJtobz3I/AAAAAAAAANw/pd-ON6jUL4g/s400/DSC00659.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.16pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, Ginger is such a great mum. She took great care of her puppies. Up til now, we haven't bathe the puppies yet. She licked them so clean and took care of their poo too... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Billie Jane is dreaming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102045938669309794" style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4bv9obz2I/AAAAAAAAANo/YRbfqvI2XlY/s400/DSC00661.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 616pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Blacky Max and Billie Jane looks so much alike , there's one significant features that can be noticed from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jane has a smooth forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102044972301668162" style="CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4a3tobz0I/AAAAAAAAANY/mUU-L-l6oo0/s400/DSC00664.JPG" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.20pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Blacky Max has a wrinkly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102044100423307042" style="CURSOR: hand" height="275" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4aE9obzyI/AAAAAAAAANI/IyGekQRf5jE/s400/DSC00666.JPG" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.22pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102043615092002578" style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4ZotobzxI/AAAAAAAAANA/DM5H_-8wcjM/s400/DSC00668.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.23pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jane staying put once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102043262904684290" style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4ZUNobzwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QcVLHPw_uhY/s400/DSC00669.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.24pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jane poses for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102042790458281714" style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4Y4tobzvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/l67OXQRLzHw/s400/DSC00670.JPG" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.24pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i started taking photos of them, i really can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102042511285407458" style="CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4YodobzuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vHFqEG4iOOw/s400/DSC00671.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.24pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate... so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102042124738350802" style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4YR9obztI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yRBsV1Q9WUM/s400/DSC00672.JPG" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.26pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jane hiding behind the bushes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102041729601359554" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4X69obzsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8ajydm9PQZs/s400/DSC00673.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blacky Max. He's so cute i feel like eating him alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101788064537890482" style="CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs0xNtobzrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/H_KaM0912H4/s400/DSC00674.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.29pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one handsome pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101787828314689186" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs0w_9obzqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/oHzTJtCa3So/s400/DSC00676.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.29pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i promise this will be the last one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, a nice pose.. just a bit too blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101787033745739410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs0wRtobzpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_-li2hgSSpk/s400/DSC00678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Date taken : 18 Aug 2007. 6.29pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why is his tongue always sticking out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there will another entry for them when it has reach the time to give them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-369105156879116827?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/369105156879116827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=369105156879116827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/369105156879116827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/369105156879116827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-grandchildren.html' title='My grandchildren'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rs4lu9ob0kI/AAAAAAAAATY/g86p77RQPYw/s72-c/DSC00596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-4471391466732041258</id><published>2007-07-24T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:34.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Headache... headaches</title><content type='html'>Buying a house takes easy steps to complete. The toughest thing is that you have to decide if it's the right house for you and if you can afford it. To complete the process, you just need to sign a few piece of papers; the legal document.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renovating a house is totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so fussy... so complicated and so EXPENSIVE. Because you can't take a second morgage for the renovation, normally, the renovation fees have to be paid in cash. That includes the workmanship and the raw materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni's house is renovating the kitchen lately. Or shall we say, extending the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise the biggest dream for a mother a.k.a. housewife is to have a nice and big kitchen for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman's kitchen is her kingdom after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, think about it. Does your mother ever have some disagreement with ur dad? Usually, when things get heated up, will she just go into the kitchen and stay there all day until your dad goes into the kitchen and say sorry to her? It's either the kitchen or the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, only one dish-washing basin alone can gives you enough headaches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their prices can make your eyeballs grow as big as &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2007/02/coconut_king.php" target="_blank"&gt;kenny's coconut&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2005/04/impression_on_s.php"&gt;kenny's coconut &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;. (You can know how big his balls are.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, there are dozens of sizes and designs to choose for your basin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, do you want to have 2 identical sized basin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090674267624691474" style="WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="247" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RqW1Rlz91xI/AAAAAAAAAK4/edavMJtXJtg/s400/DSC00564.JPG" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is almost identical and it costs RM1000. And that's only for a basin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you prefer one extra large basin with a smaller tub on the side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090931969957418818" style="WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="242" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rqafp1z910I/AAAAAAAAALQ/hp4tail6_ZA/s400/DSC00568.JPG" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is 1.6k?? Couldn't exactly remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the smaller tub is convenient for soaking your dirty dishes or perhaps your vege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consume less volume to fill up the tub. Saves on water bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090930024337233698" style="WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" height="251" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rqad4lz91yI/AAAAAAAAALA/AD58aOMBlcQ/s400/DSC00563.JPG" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 1.4K ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all depends on what size you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How convenient will it be for you to wash something big or how big your pots and pans are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090930934870300466" style="WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" height="257" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rqaetlz91zI/AAAAAAAAALI/5IecayiJbho/s400/DSC00565.JPG" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?? 1.5K??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of choosing the basin, you need to know how many taps you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 taps?? One tap?? Do you need a dish-washing liquid dispenser??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it depends on how many holes can be drilled on the basin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, you have to choose the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090959354668898130" style="WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="259" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rqa4j1z911I/AAAAAAAAALY/noXNOzbqXa4/s400/DSC00566.JPG" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New stuff definitely look pretty, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stove also cost 1k plus.. and that's an economical one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090960123468044130" style="WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="223" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rqa5Qlz912I/AAAAAAAAALg/IDGpl7XH88M/s400/DSC00567.JPG" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, you have to decide how many stove you might need to use in future??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 stoves, or 2 stoves only? Or maybe you need one big and and can do with another additional 2 smaller stoves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside basin and stove, there are taps. SO MANY TAPS AGAIN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only the small details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, you have to decide how big and long is your counter-top, the number of sockets outlet and where they should be located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090965655385921410" style="CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rqa-Slz914I/AAAAAAAAALw/ufAVQjKhC14/s400/untitled1.bmp" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, there's floor tiles, wall tiles, roof, lightings, lamps... my god.. so many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090965277428799346" style="WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rqa98lz913I/AAAAAAAAALo/ckT6Xb5kWCE/s400/untitled.bmp" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you can just throw it to the contractor and let them decide for you, but in the end, will that be what you want for your dream kitchen?? The kingdom??? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, enough about kitchen and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni just bought another rottweiler. He's all crazy about rottweiler now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to name it : Hogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u think? Nice??? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-4471391466732041258?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/4471391466732041258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=4471391466732041258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/4471391466732041258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/4471391466732041258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/07/headache-headaches.html' title='Headache... headaches'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RqW1Rlz91xI/AAAAAAAAAK4/edavMJtXJtg/s72-c/DSC00564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-3044724899731417177</id><published>2007-06-27T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T11:16:06.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hopes and Expectations'/><title type='text'>Here i am</title><content type='html'>I have 2 entries that i didn't complete since dunno when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i am, writing another new entry when those 2 are not published yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel a bit 'sien' today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes damn fast. Few more days and July will be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn...i haven't even complete half of my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, i recalled that my one of my resolutions is to make changes with my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's not that there hasn't been any change, but i feel that those changes are not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should NEVER feel enough for something, elsewise, there won't be room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disclaimer : That only applies to ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve improvement is to constantly push yourself forward. Slacking in my office chair everyday is not gonna make anything happen, let alone the fact that those decision makings are not in my hands. So i gotta work something out right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i ran out of my main topic. Okay, back to my changes in work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, recently, there has been a few small changes. Really small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a raise and a change of employment contract from permanent contract to contract based employment. The raise of course is something to be happy for, right?? The changes in contract is not a bad thing too. After all, i get to join the Project Management Team, which is good, however, i still do the same shit: QAQC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to think of a name for this QAQC thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's not that any of the above changes are not good. The problem is that, they are all PAPER wise only. Besides the wording ammendment in my contract, nothing else change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still sit in the same department, report to the same person and do the same work. So, tell me, is there any changes???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when there is no changes, people around you can give you so much advice and tell you that they will teach you, help you out with new task when your 'changes' happen. They describe to you how beautiful the rainbow is because you can't see it for yourself yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 'changes' did happen, the only thing i hear are negative, moral degrading statements: No, you can't cope with that. That is too much for you. I guarantee it won't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where is the beautiful rainbow that was once described to me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess is that because Rainbow itself is a very beautiful thing and people like to hear beautiful things. And when you can't see the blue sky yet, people describe the Rainbow to you. They will tell you how beautiful the Rainbow is after the cloudy and rainy days. However, that Rainbow is imaginary. Even if you have blue sky, but you might never see a Rainbow. That's why people like to describe Rainbow to you, because in the end, if they don't tell you where the rainbow is, you can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not totally cannot find it. Just takes longer time to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i wonder...why make the effort of describing the Rainbow when you don't have intentions to bring the person to see it?? And when the sky clears out, you just hastily say that Rainbows are hard to locate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe nothing in life comes easy, so talks about how difficult things are when i have the intention to source it out just tells me what that person is all about. Crap talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just lend a helping hand? It's not as if you have to lead me all your life. I just need a hand to grab on when i'm still at my initial steps to climb the mountains to see the Rainbow. Once i know the surroundings and got hold of my breathe, i'll no longer need your hand but climb on my own. By then, you can have a partner with you side by side when you need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it's not an oblingation that you have to lend me a hand, right? It's just what i expected from a friend and i am wrong. By not offering one, you just let me know i am not your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way things are now might change in the future and if that happens, i hope we will not cross path because a part of me will remember what happen today and i might seek avenge. &lt;del&gt;I think that won't happen because i'm such a forgetful person, but i have to write this to make it sound like a threat so you will help me.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, isn't it?? All the while, i thought we are friends. Well, maybe you don't want to see me rise easily?? Worry not. I'll reach there in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always one motto in my life and that's my principle of living: If you can do it, i can do it too because i do not think i'm weaker than anyone. Maybe that's why i am so stubborn all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, something cross my mind. Being with Ni changes me a bit. Somehow, i don't mind helping people. Taking extra efforts to help some people and go the extra miles to lend a helping hand isn't so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is that? Because he always says: As long as it is in our ability, we do whatever we can to help. It doesn't cost a dime. By the end of the day, we know we did our part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Okay, so i updated my previous unfinished entries and posted it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-3044724899731417177?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/3044724899731417177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=3044724899731417177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/3044724899731417177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/3044724899731417177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-i-am.html' title='Here i am'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-4653567124987553127</id><published>2007-06-18T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:35.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Wonderfully amazing... flowers</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen one of these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you have no idea what it is, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i think it looks like a monster from this angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090302941932148370" style="WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="251" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RqRjjlz91pI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QUcqHl70xX8/s400/DSC00542.JPG" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So complicated looking yet so fragile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090298724274263650" style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" height="332" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RqRfuFz91mI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vc5pm1O_EwY/s400/DSC00545.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one looks so 'pro', as if taken by professionals. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090299875325498994" style="WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="254" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RqRgxFz91nI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XflFjs8HVV4/s400/DSC00544.JPG" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, don't u think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petals are so see-thru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090302362111563394" style="WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="254" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RqRjB1z91oI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jZNvQJpnE_8/s400/DSC00543.JPG" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front angle of the flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can you guess now, what is this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower of a certain fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090304217537435314" style="WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" height="254" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RqRkt1z91rI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Q8nAhVPQUkA/s400/DSC00540.JPG" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing thing is that, these flowers only blossom at around midnight and they only last for maybe about an hour or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090303590472210082" style="WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="254" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RqRkJVz91qI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gyTmom6tyGE/s400/DSC00541.JPG" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really REALLY think it looks like some monster plant that we saw from some movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090658487914845890" style="CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RqWm7Fz91sI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CjEOtkSwfjw/s400/DSC00539.JPG" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MONSTER IS ATTACKING US~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, unless you have the plant at your house, or you happen to have a fruit orchard, then maybe you might see it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the flower of dragon fruit, before it turns into the nice juicy refreshing purple colored uniquely-shaped fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090662739932468978" style="CURSOR: hand" height="420" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RqWqylz91vI/AAAAAAAAAKo/feimzzLUOJs/s400/DSC00562.JPG" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the corspe of the monster still stuck to the fruit?? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon fruits are just so damn expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-4653567124987553127?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/4653567124987553127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=4653567124987553127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/4653567124987553127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/4653567124987553127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/06/wonderfully-amazing-flowers.html' title='Wonderfully amazing... flowers'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RqRjjlz91pI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QUcqHl70xX8/s72-c/DSC00542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-1270626096700857814</id><published>2007-05-18T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:38.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>My Birthday..</title><content type='html'>Today's my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A celebration of my presence in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes so fast and it's been a year already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No birthday cake this year coz I don't like to eat cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there won't be any birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, i tell everyone don't buy cake for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, without the cake cutting thingy, it feels like something is amiss. As if a birthday isn't a birthday without the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's not that i totally dislike cakes. It's just that i dislike those icing on the cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love butter cake though. Not cake made with butter as the main ingredient. Butter cake for me refers to the icing topping of the cake made of butter. So instead of the white color foam icing, you actually see yellow color foam icing because it's all made of butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the cake i love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, it's so fattening and oily that nobody actually like those cakes. Only me. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, i prefer not to have cake for my birthday everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the butter icing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it tastes really very nice. Once you have it in your mouth, the aromatic butter just fills up your nostrils and numb your taste buds... yum yum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's been ages since i last eaten one of those cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, forget about the whole cake thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a few surprises this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received presents which i did not expect from some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the present itself. It's about what comes from the inside heart. The sincerity and the generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you guys. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, i also received a lot of Birthday SMSs and also birthday wishes in the msn. I feel really grateful for everything and that i have such good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most surprising thing would be receiving a bouquet of flowers in the office when i'm working~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, i thought i had some admirer. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone spoke my name. When i raised my head, there was this guy i know, who owns a flourist shop, standing there with a bouquet in his hands, so i knew who sent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, my heart skipped a beat when i saw the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065792517499869922" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk1PdHdpWuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RgyPnuBs2jw/s400/DSC00525.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They smell so damn nice too. Only now, i realised flowers are so sweet smelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, they smell so sWEEeeeTTtttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065795996423379714" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk1SnndpWwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_r6kZ9cfgkQ/s400/DSC00529.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a combination of Lilys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065811419650939714" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk1gpXdpW0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/qJ1MqP4NuW8/s400/DSC00528.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some yellow flower..i dunno what's the name of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065813691688639330" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk1itndpW2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RheyOitUygc/s400/DSC00526.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really the utmost natural room air freshener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even roses don't smell as good. It's just so sweet smelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers.... they are just so nice, don't u agree?? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065812940069362514" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk1iB3dpW1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/yVMRrjF2SZM/s400/DSC00527.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez..they really smell very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update again for tonight's happy moments. kekek....&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/80435/14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update : Photos. Photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a lot coz i didn't bring my camera along. These are taken by my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Uncle Johnny. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126923008265867426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyZ9T_p20KI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fASp-oRwMQk/s320/19052007072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too dark?? Okay, a brighter one. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126924322525860034" style="CURSOR: hand" height="263" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyZ-gfp20MI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ptmcFlCFDas/s400/DSC00083.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember who the hell ordered that drink. I think it was Brian~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126923772770046130" style="CURSOR: hand" height="258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyZ-Afp20LI/AAAAAAAAAWY/NqBKerxE2nM/s400/DSC00079.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awlful~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126925976088269042" style="CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyaAAvp20PI/AAAAAAAAAW4/z8mo-VroXEw/s400/DSC00084.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia, Me, Uncle and David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126925198699188450" style="CURSOR: hand" height="258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyZ_Tfp20OI/AAAAAAAAAWw/j_RQAN0KMEM/s400/DSC00085.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, i received a bouquet of roses~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126926358340358402" style="CURSOR: hand" height="259" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyaAW_p20QI/AAAAAAAAAXA/yjNpnxSgZmQ/s400/DSC00086.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's from the most lovable Uncle Johnny. Oh...Uncle is so nice~ haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Psst ... look at Uncle. He's flushing. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Sophia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126926946750877970" style="CURSOR: hand" height="260" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyaA5Pp20RI/AAAAAAAAAXI/vrjblwNKXiI/s400/DSC00088.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;You see Prince Jack behind there??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues were there too, but they were too camera shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Georgie and Fung Fung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126927938888323362" style="CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyaBy_p20SI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/X3PWthQ7UhU/s400/DSC00535.JPG" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;They purposely dun want to look at the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my bratha, Aa Lan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126944307008688434" style="CURSOR: hand" height="258" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RyaQrvp20TI/AAAAAAAAAXY/iNJToZv2RhQ/s400/DSC00536.JPG" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...even his sitting pose look so macho..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-1270626096700857814?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/1270626096700857814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=1270626096700857814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/1270626096700857814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/1270626096700857814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday..'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk1PdHdpWuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RgyPnuBs2jw/s72-c/DSC00525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-5245146962292714095</id><published>2007-05-17T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:40.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, we booked a table for 6 at Boulevard Restaurant for our mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was working and she suddenly called us up at Friday nite saying she's coming back for dinner on Mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a few drinks with my colleagues at Sea hourse then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was in Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 brothers did not know what to do about it so they called both me and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called my sister first. She told them it's good that mum is coming back for dinner and that she has no objection to whatever arrangements they were gonna make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With comments like that they still dunno what to do. Then they called me up to inform me of the situation. I told them to go to the Bouleavrd restaurant, coz it is the nearest from our house and told them to asked the person-in-charge if they have reservation for a table of 6. If they do, just take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year i tried to book a table on Mother's Day at Kok Chee Restaurant, and they told me they only have accept reservation of 10pax per table. They don't serve small table on special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess is that they will do the same this year, so didn't bother to ask my brother to check it out. Plus, it's already Friday, they might be fully booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers did what i told them, and deposited a 100bucks for a reservation of $300 at Boulevard. Didn't even bother to listen to the explanation from the supervisors regarding the dishes they are going to serve coz it's not important. The most important thing is that we can bring mum out for a Mother's Day dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there we are sitting at the table and talking jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065739191185922578" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk0e9HdpWhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8AE1paSZlKM/s400/DSC00511.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was served very quickly. I guess that's what reservations are for, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First dish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065741016547023394" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk0gnXdpWiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HXo7SK3pShs/s400/DSC00512.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longetivity vermicelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stuff are actually from and for Foo Chow family. Nowadays, you can see every chinese family having it everywhere. I grew up with a Foochow mother, so we are used to eat this soupy vermicelli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065741626432379442" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk0hK3dpWjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pVNBuMDp_LE/s400/DSC00513.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, i used to have this only once a year. That's during the chinese new year. Now, i eat this so often at Ni's place, it's at least once a month. Okay, so it's not that frequent, but that's a lot to me considering i only had it once each year. By the way, his mum cooks great chicken soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065742330807016002" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk0hz3dpWkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FsYuMAx5Nck/s400/DSC00514.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad this one taste no where close to my mum's or Ni's mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second dish is usually everyone's favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and Cold dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065743228455180882" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk0ioHdpWlI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kkrV36fl2rE/s400/DSC00515.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't taste good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why all these restaurant serve Siew Mai as one of the choices nowadays. It makes the whole thing so lame. They used to do it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065743816865700450" style="WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" height="270" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk0jKXdpWmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bOuKjgWDqZA/s400/siew+mai.bmp" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this chicken with leaf wrapping thingy. It taste bad too. There's no favour in the chicken meat. They only wrapped the leaf around to make it LOOK special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk02IXdpWpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jccl_i4Stfw/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065744894902491762" style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" height="270" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk0kJHdpWnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5OEk85DxIQk/s400/Leaf+chicken.bmp" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jelly is ok. The other spring roll thing is also ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065764024686828162" style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="270" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk01indpWoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/htSSkSRFeg0/s400/Jelly+fish.bmp" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a real disappoinment. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the chicken cum chicken dish. Third dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065768109200726706" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk05QXdpWrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/s-jKHHdD3F0/s400/DSC00518.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deept fried curry/paprika chicken and salad chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deep fried chicken actually taste and look so much like the leafy chicken. They are using the same stuff.... so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bad as it was, everyone finished it. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065768886589807298" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk059ndpWsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1GN0Fld8t8Y/s400/DSC00519.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone's too hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how happy my mum was with the arrangement.... &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/777181/7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065765755558648482" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk03HXdpWqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7Pk4mKZjWRo/s400/DSC00517.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, sorry. She's still chewing the food....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065769758468168402" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk06wXdpWtI/AAAAAAAAAII/CMtcqpDQ9EY/s400/DSC00520.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something with broccoli. I actually took a few bites of the yellow mushy thing but i still couldn't figure out what it was. Something related to seafood??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th dish is Shark Fin's soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to take pictures too. I think i was too full and forgot to take pictures. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/701982/8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the longetivity vermicelli, the arrangement shouldn't have soup anymore. 2 soup in a meal is too much. Even if it's shark fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather they change it to ABALONE instead. I would love that. It's my favourite. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was the cod fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep fried cod fish in soya onion sauce. Something like that. Not exactly good, i would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take anymore pictures. I had totally forgotten about pictures already. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/701982/8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one was the Oatmeal prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it should be named Coconut-Santan Prawn. The entire dish tasted more like coconut than oatmeal. Disappointing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not a single dish i would give a thumb-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the Mother's day dinner we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's very happy about it. It's all that mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-5245146962292714095?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/5245146962292714095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=5245146962292714095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/5245146962292714095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/5245146962292714095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rk0e9HdpWhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8AE1paSZlKM/s72-c/DSC00511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-3729737627161290356</id><published>2007-05-09T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:41.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A relationship</title><content type='html'>Isn't it wonderful when u have someone propose to you on a beautiful beach with such blink blink diamond ring????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062471190208236818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RkGCubICzRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pHoWIGcRaSk/s400/Diamonds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doctorslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-often-wondered-why-i-am-here.html" target="_blank"&gt;Here's the romantic union of 2 people.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction. It's DIAMONDS ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, without the beautiful beach is fine for me. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as there's perfect diamond ring for the occasion and there's a PROPOSAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, people just get married when they think it's time to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then usually, there isn't gonna be any proposal coz the couple would just have conversation like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honey, i think i'm getting old. All my friends are married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do you think we should get married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ya, i think we should. It's about time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Honey, how long have we been dating each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been 5 years darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let's get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweetheart, i'm late for my period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweety, i think i'm pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then we should get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baby, i wanna have my own kids..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; You want children? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ya. I think we should get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we can only envy those lucky girls out there who manage to get themselves such great, romantic, loving, understand, caring, outspoken lovers. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062804183317663026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RkKxlLICzTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9c74pBNwY8E/s400/tongue.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062472908195155234" style="CURSOR: hand" height="242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RkGESbICzSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/flAL-92IDO4/s400/Diamonds2.JPG" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my friend said that those happy couple wedding photos are fake. Fake as in they pretend that they are happy. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that these photos actually trick you to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't show you the life after marriage photos. They might be happy at the exact moment when they are married but it changes after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband works overtime and reach home late. The wife waits for the husband to reach home every night, alone in the house. Eventually, she will get fedup and they starts quarrel about the same topic often. Or, the wife herself is also working. Then, the house will be empty and everyone would be too tired to talk to each other and go to bed straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they got kids, husband and wife have to wake up late night to feed the baby. Husband don't wanna go home. The wife got lonelier. Then, the husband tries to find happiness outside. bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend talked so fast, he actually pictured the whole image in his head in 1 minute when we almost reached the 1U taxi stand when i was in kl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it depends on individuals i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ni grows up in the wood. Meaning to say, he's a piece of wood. A piece of wood (translate that into Cantonese) but i'm happy i've got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, HE DID NOT PROPOSE TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He treats me like a baby. A baby princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RkK0xLICzUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8PmqjMRmSUw/s400/giggle.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, it's just not enough. Call me greedy or anything you like. I think a relationship needs some excitement and a few surprises to spice things up. When life itself is a routine, occasionally, we need to change the schedule for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think every girl would love to get a proposal from their boyfriend instead of the "Let's get married, baby" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if i can get a miniature model for this one. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062811424632524130" style="CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RkK4KrICzWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/N5KpHm3n0uE/s400/Diamond+Merz+1.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062811759639973234" style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RkK4eLICzXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GSyOjP8kdIY/s400/Diamond+Merz+2.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the most HANDSOME thing on earth?? &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/777181/7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Why is all my cute emoticons have black background??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-3729737627161290356?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/3729737627161290356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=3729737627161290356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/3729737627161290356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/3729737627161290356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/05/relationship.html' title='A relationship'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RkGCubICzRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pHoWIGcRaSk/s72-c/Diamonds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-8853681502584738965</id><published>2007-05-07T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:44.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet'/><title type='text'>La Pi &gt;&gt; Shar Wang</title><content type='html'>Very recently, my family has a new member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet LA PI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061787366990204146" style="WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" height="269" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj8UyrICzPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3HAUT_3p708/s400/IMG_3961.JPG" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Pi at 7 weeks old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he a cute little fellow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i haven't figured out a name for this little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad wants to call him &gt;&gt; Chai Shen. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;God of Fortune&lt;/span&gt;. It sounded really hilarious and awkward so we decided not to call him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine we are calling him : Chai Shen, lai. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Come, god of fortune???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being, his name is La Pi. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pull Skin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad is Shar Pi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, i know it's funny. But really, his dad's name is Shar Pi and he looks like his dad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061660704109677650" style="WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="216" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj6hl7ICzFI/AAAAAAAAADA/yJynWLidzAA/s400/La+Pi+zzZZzzz.JPG" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pi snores when he sleeps. It's actually quite loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to playfully bite on anything. Shoes, pants, rags, slipper, your feet, your toes, your hands, your fingers, his tail ... ... anything he can lay his eyes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061655017572977682" title="What's this...." style="WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" height="252" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj6ca7ICzBI/AAAAAAAAACg/7Es5hTaFGjI/s400/DSC00472.JPG" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Pi at 3 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so much older, don't u think?? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad likes to call him Old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061658573805898786" style="WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="258" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj6fp7ICzCI/AAAAAAAAACo/THAfbyRrzFs/s400/untitled.JPG" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;When i first kidnapped him&lt;/s&gt;... When he first came to our house, he have 1 brother and 1 sister with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought 3 puppies back from Ni's house, just because they are so adorable that i wanted to keep them with me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week later, i gave the other 2 puppies away together coz their initial owner don't want them anymore. He just don't wanna come and get the puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i made the decision to give them away. Their new owner seems like a nice guy. I assume he's a dog lover too. He told me he have a golden retriever at home. I would like the think they are living well with their new owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for La Pi, i just fell in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061789896725941506" style="CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj8XF7ICzQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/J-RpYrwQEdE/s400/DSC00464.JPG" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Pi's first nite at our house. 3 weeks old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother barricaded an area for them to move around. After a while, they all fell asleep in sitting position with their heads hanging onto the metal bar for support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take the photos in the dark without flash lights so they can continue sleeping in that position. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061663173715872882" style="CURSOR: hand" height="262" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj6j1rICzHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CgoQzWpjp3U/s400/DSC00480.JPG" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Pi at 3 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so small then. I can just carry him on one palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the 3 of them were playing at the backyard, La Pi was always the slow one. Lagging behind. Couldn't find the direction. He would just make puppy whining cries to get someone help him cross the small drain at the backyard to get to the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would just let them bit him, without biting back or pushing them away. He would just stand there and let his siblings bit him all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061659432799358002" title="Cute.." style="WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="250" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj6gb7ICzDI/AAAAAAAAACw/VxuCihbUFoQ/s400/DSC00481.JPG" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, he would just sit there alone when his siblings were playing with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061661683362221154" title="Let me fre.." style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj6ie7ICzGI/AAAAAAAAADI/pPBIUBXvZhY/s400/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Pi at 5 weeks old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was too small for a proper dog strap so we chained him like that coz he just shit whenever he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks very pity, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't get cheated by his deceitful face. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061685932747574402" title=" Please let me go...  " style="WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="246" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj64ibICzII/AAAAAAAAADY/N55k49dlrMs/s400/DSC00485.JPG" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he looks even more pitiful beside the dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have a puppy around. He's like the baby of the family. Everyone takes turn to feed him. He eats at least 4 meals a day. Dog biscuits soaked in milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biscuits are really really very tough to chew, plus, La Pi don't chew his food. He just swallow it whole, so i gotta let it soaks in the warm milk for it to soften everytime before i feed it to La Pi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, i brought him to Ni's house so that La Pi can play with other dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061690429578333330" style="WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" height="295" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj68oLICzJI/AAAAAAAAADg/wiSuboFGNx0/s400/untitled.bmp" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Pi 6 weeks old at Ni's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking pitiful again. He's so good at doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chained him at Ni's house coz he's too playful. Afraid he might wander out to the road side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, he just can't stop pestering others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061692164745120930" style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="241" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj6-NLICzKI/AAAAAAAAADo/3-UntWgzJtI/s400/DSC00490.JPG" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is La Pi with Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;br /&gt;Breed: Rottweiler&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;Age: 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily is Ni's baby. He treats her so nice, he's treating her better than me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061692899184528562" style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="245" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj6-37ICzLI/AAAAAAAAADw/gBR3ytwEQsU/s400/DSC00491.JPG" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily was so excited to see La Pi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, she's the one who pestered La Pi all the time, until La Pi was so fedup, he hid under the car to avoid Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At six months old, Lily is still considered a baby. It's just her size that's big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061696674460781778" style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj7CTrICzNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GnSY9-Ofaiw/s400/DSC00489.JPG" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate La Pi. Small as he is, he's so fierce to Lily that she actually retreat after he growled at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061695222761835714" style="WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" height="253" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj7A_LICzMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/EIXiUzX39eM/s400/DSC00492.JPG" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, La Pi likes to pester Ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, he likes to pester others who ignores him and ignores those who pester him. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061698014490578146" style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj7DhrICzOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yNcc5k8Gats/s400/DSC00494.JPG" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger is my baby too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she didn't grow up at my house or live with me, she's mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was so small, i fed her everyday. Bathed her, blowed dry her, take her to the vet, plays with her, talks to her and even gave her a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems to know that, which is why i like her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to La Pi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole family believes that when he grows up one day, he'll be a very fierce dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: The decision is made. The lucky little fella will be officially called La Pi. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: My dad has second thoughts. After thinking for 2 week, he finally got the little fella a name he thinks best. SHAR WANG (an ex russian president or something long time ago, pronounced in chinese)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-8853681502584738965?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/8853681502584738965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=8853681502584738965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/8853681502584738965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/8853681502584738965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-pi.html' title='La Pi &gt;&gt; Shar Wang'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rj8UyrICzPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3HAUT_3p708/s72-c/IMG_3961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-4980245106405401541</id><published>2007-04-28T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:45.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>April in KL</title><content type='html'>Holidays are just so nice~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can get one again very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's has been some changes with my work very recently. I was assigned another job scope, which i think it doesn't really sounded as what i expected from what the GM told me but i hope it wouldn't turn the way what the project manager said to me. Things are not looking good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, about the holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not actually a holiday. I was to attend a course for self improvement/upgrading whatever you called it, so i was in kl for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm in kl, how it is possible that i would miss out some entertainment right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before all the fun and happy time, i had to focus on my course. Enough rest at night so i wouldn't feel sleepy when the trainer was talking during the day. I was a good girl during the weekdays. Didn't go anywhere too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only night that i was out later than usual was on Thursday. Ever since i graduated from TAR, i have been hoping to get back to have a look. To see how much the college had changed since i left, visit back the place where i used to stay in kl. To savour the supper that i loved so much: Nasi Lemak ayam, atas paha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne just understands me so much. Before i even mentioned to him, he asked me if i wanted to go to Desa Setapak to have a look. Of course i was thrilled at the idea~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were on Thursday nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TARC, Setapak and BRJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to take some photos with the V3 but the camera was just so lousy that everything looked ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole area changed quite a lot i can say. Students nowadays are so 'XIN FU'~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see the internet cafe~!!! Those internet cafes somehow changed into some highclass looking parlour with a custom designed front desk, with comfortable space between the entrance to the reception. There was glass panels to screen the computers and the customers behind the front desk from the intruding glances of passer-by at the entrance. From the small gap, i could see whole area was lit with comfortable yellow down light, stylish black leathered ergonomic chairs and individual blurry glass segregation for privacy. MY god~!!! The internet cafe business must be making DAMN GOOD MONEY~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else on earth did they get so much money for renovation and the furnishing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only one cafe. Actually all the internet cafes look like that. ALL OF THEM. WOW~~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry i didn't take any photos coz i felt embarassed standing at the front entrance taking pictures of those internet cafes. I was afraid they might shoo me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my days, internet cafes were very run down. They didn't provide individual partition, comfortable chairs nor relaxing environment. All you could get was a plastic chair and a set of pc in front of you. They didn't even bother to put on any lights. The whole cafe just looked dark. Then there would be a small table/counter just right beside the one-door-entrance with a guy sitting there to record your time and collect money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the eateries at the Setapak area looks good now. Some shops turned into relaxing, comfortable dining spots for the students. Everything looks so damn good. Obviously, quality life of tarc students have increase thru the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i wished i'm born few years later. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i had my dinner at BRJ. No doubt, there's only one thing i will order. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;INFAMOUS NASI LEMAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; served with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TEH AIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058299222185659250" title="I'm at BRJ" style="WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="273" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RjKwV7ICy3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Yn8C0TqSscg/s400/Image_1435_.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to take some photos with the V3, but the camera is just a sad thing that all the photos taken looked ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there came my mouth watering dinner. YUM~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058306308881697666" title="The nasi lemak i longed so long for.." style="CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RjK2ybICy4I/AAAAAAAAABY/i1DvskTOQFw/s400/Image_1439_.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually took some other photos too but i sold off my V3 to Wayne and all the photos was with him. He promised to send them to me, but i haven't received it...after 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, we passed by the Eye on Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government must have someone reading my blog, because right after i posted my entry about how sad our proud Eye looked so secluded among the bushes, the government had all the tree cut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one can actually see the Eye from the highway afar and it just look so nice and happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the Titiwangsa lake once again and i took some pictures. Needless to say, most of them are still with Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did send me this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058309710495796130" style="CURSOR: hand" height="258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RjK54bICy6I/AAAAAAAAABo/2eIsPta5M4w/s400/DSC00546.JPG" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's so many ppl now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058308580919397266" style="CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RjK42rICy5I/AAAAAAAAABg/uiuwZcZjfAI/s400/DSC00548.JPG" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think this one looks artistic. hehe..i guess i have some talents there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other photos is still with Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the stroll, Wayne send me home, coz it was already 12 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday evening, one of my colleague cum friend was in town too~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with another fren from hometown, we dined at Chillis, went for a movie at GSC 1U "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" and then to Zouk. There was this excellent DJ, Andy Moore in town, performing in Zouk. The music was really really DAMN AWESOME~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the entrance to the club, i saw my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;favourite man on EARTH&lt;/span&gt;~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE YELLOW MAN~!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058312742742707138" title=" ME and my YELLOW MAN~!!!" style="CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RjK8o7ICy8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/HlR3FoGT97E/s400/07042007042.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think they just look SOOoooooo CUTE???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, one more picture of me and Yellow man. I know it's blurry and ugly but i just can't help it~!! Yellow man are so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="ME AND YELLOW MAN~!!" style="CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RjK7x7ICy7I/AAAAAAAAABw/q7vHfGDCJik/s400/07042007041.jpg" width="339" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, they are more adorable on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, i don't have pictures for the evening, coz they are all with Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058313721995250642" title=" The uncle and aunty" style="CURSOR: hand" height="254" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RjK9h7ICy9I/AAAAAAAAACA/I2juWf6yD4s/s400/07042007043.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Johnny in Zouk after a few drinks. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A bit blurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, we just address each other uncle and aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday nite had a big event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1 RAVE Party in MENARA KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058317613235620834" title="Wrist band for the entrance" style="CURSOR: hand" height="259" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RjLBEbICy-I/AAAAAAAAACI/vAx0o_Hepqw/s400/DSC00482.JPG" width="339" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you the place was packed with ppl. I only remembered the last DJ on stage was Yogi, coz he was the last DJ on stage. We reach there at 11.30pm and it was supposed to end at 12.00am. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Yogi extended his performance until 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really enjoyed his music so took off early at around 1.30am?? Couldn't remember exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh*.... unable to load my photos coz they are not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning 6 of us went for a thai massage and it was really nice. Economic too. Cost only 40bucks for 45 mins. My massage therapist told me my shoulder was too stiff, too stressed and that i should have opted for a 90mins massage instead. I agreed too because 45mins was too short. It felt so comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was hanging out together until it was time for me to pack and go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-4980245106405401541?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/4980245106405401541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=4980245106405401541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/4980245106405401541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/4980245106405401541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-in-kl.html' title='April in KL'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RjKwV7ICy3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Yn8C0TqSscg/s72-c/Image_1435_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-3675133338135480732</id><published>2007-04-10T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:46.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>LCCT</title><content type='html'>Well, i just came back from kl on Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much photos taken. There will be another entry for the whole trip in kl itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight was delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to reach Oil Town at 9.15pm, light and easy, with enough time to wash myself, get unpack and get ready for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i checked in at 6.10pm at the airport counter, the lady at the counter didn't even told me the flight was delayed. She told me the flight boarding time was 6.30pm. I was HUNGRY and there was only 15 minutes left for food. So i thought i could get a bite at McDonald's since it's FASTFOOD~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell NO. All the queues have at least 10 ppl in queue and almost all the seats were occupied. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when LCCT have so many ppl??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Wayne told me that these ppl have just finished watching the F1 rally and they were in the airport for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people must had missed their lunch and breakfast during the day rushing to Sepang circuit to get the best seats they could find to watch those stupid roaring engined cars on the track for 50 rounds or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my guess is that they were going to die of hunger without food within the next hour, because if they were not, they wouldn't squeez themselves into the airport terminal and eat yucky food when they can just drive 55mins down to town and get a decent meal in nice air-cond restaurants or go home and have the best pizza in their hands while comfortably sitting on their favourite couches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My case was different, i was supposed to leave in 30minutes so i have no choice but to eat yucky food. I started packing since 3pm and by the time i got myself showered and ready, it's was 4.45pm. One hour drive to LCCT. Plus check-in time, i got only 15mins for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since McDonald's queue were so damn freaking long, i had to eat other yucky stuff coz 15minutes is just not enough for me to even get to the front counter, not to mention ordering my food and finish eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually opted for a take away to eat onboard. To hell with the no outside food policy on AirAsia flight. What are they gonna do if they find me eating food other than the ones that they are selling?? Throw me off the plane?? Or blacklist me??? What can they do?? They don't even have the passenger seating number name list in their hands, so they don't even know my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they don't bother where you are seating as long as they can sell off the seats on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne disagree with my option for take-away so we decided to eat this Asian delite corner something just opposite McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can surely tell you it's TRULY ASIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because where else on earth can you find so many HOUSEFLIES flying around in eating outlets???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was basically infested with houseflies. From there, i can conclude that all the houseflies in Sepang area came from that particular food outlets. It's just so unhygienic. Imagine you are eating and there were houseflies in every corner. Around you. On you. With you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ONE. Not TWO. But a BUNCH OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051735603095103170" title="your good companion for meals" style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RhtexAmtZsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ni9jfZmO9gM/s400/Housefly.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't they just look lovely on your food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A BUNCH OF HOUSEFLIES allocated for EVERY customer there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that sweet of the outlet owner??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either you hold your fork OR spoon in ONE HAND and use the other free hand to wave away the flies all around you NON-STOP while you are eating, or you can share your food with the houseflies and eat with them. Wouldn't that be nice??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get FREE DIARRHEA for the next 3 days as souvenirs from KL. Don't forget that the Airasia flights are going international now so we get a lot of foreigners in LCCT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot of angmos there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i know Malaysia have some reputation for something good internationally to certain extend but i think this must rank top NO.1~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray to all our HOUSEFLIES buddies~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051737093448754898" title="Your best buddy in LCCT" style="CURSOR: hand" height="245" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RhtgHwmtZtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FR3pPx31Cpk/s400/houseflies.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;It certainly looks sumptous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to me and my 15minutes of food gobbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to finish my nasi lemak a couple of minutes before 6.30pm (that was achieved while frantically moving my hand around looking like an idiot). I got up and happily headed toward the entrance of the waiting hall. I showed my boarding pass to the officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what he asked me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu mahu sekarang masuk kah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Masih awal lagi oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAR???!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Flight delay. Kamu datang balik pukul 8 lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, the flight was delayed for 1 hour 30 minutes. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid lady at the counter didn't even inform me of the situation. The whole route for the plane was delayed since morning, and it's IMPOSSIBLE for her NOT to know it. Unless she's a retard, i can't blame her because they don't know what is flight delay, but she is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking brainless counter girl. That's why the air tickets are so cheap you know?? They hire morons so they pay them less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she could have just told me that the flight was delayed, i could have eaten my dinner in a more comfortable manner and not shovel everything into my mouth within 10 minnutes with all the Malaysia TOP NO.1 Diarrhea contributors around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airasia used to send ppl message for flight delay. I didn't get any message at all. So much for their continuous effort in providing the good services and flight experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone can EAT a FLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps FLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051753942605457122" title="Need a fly??" style="CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RhtvcgmtZuI/AAAAAAAAABE/dByHagzVgv8/s400/Airasia.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since both of us have eaten, there's nothing much to left to do but to sit around and look like idiots once again for the next 1 and a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I insisted that Wayne go back so he can have a nice Sunday evening for rest instead of staying at the airport with me. Without thinking twice, of course he rejected the idea. He's super duper good to me, so how possible could he left me alone at the airport for 1 and a half hour, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne and i managed to kill the time and before we realise it, it's time for me to go to the waiting hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off i headed back home~!!! FINALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11pm by the time i reached home. All tired, smelly and dirty..thanks to airasia for their constant flight delays~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With airasia, everyone is delayed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-3675133338135480732?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/3675133338135480732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=3675133338135480732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/3675133338135480732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/3675133338135480732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/04/lcct.html' title='LCCT'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RhtexAmtZsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ni9jfZmO9gM/s72-c/Housefly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-2432256465367970284</id><published>2007-03-22T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:46.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Voodoos'/><title type='text'>Mood Spoiler</title><content type='html'>I'm in a freakin bad mood this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out as a normal day, without the urge to bark at anyone who is in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a TABOO to call someone early and i mean DAMN EARLY in the morning and fucking piss them off. You don't do that. You cannot do that. It ruins other people's day when it hasn't even started. FUCK~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044539700079164514" style="WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" height="201" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RgHOIU6S_GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eLb1RJKYEJY/s400/Thunder.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so damn pissed that i feel like pulling someone's head off their neck~. Or maybe dig someone's eyes out of their sockets. Or pull their ears off their head and barbeque it for my dog. KNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i can slap the person in the face. Slap it so hard that it knock out all the senses from the brain and turn that person into a retard instantly so i won't be bother with those stupid early morning phonecalls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't these ppl have brains???? All the while i thought parents taught their children to be sensitive to others. Maybe i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just so ignorant of other people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean where is their manners?? I feel like smacking the back of their heads everytime they say the wrong things so they know they are doing something wrong and hurting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044542015066537074" style="WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="259" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RgHQPE6S_HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tfUqT88cyUM/s400/clouds.jpg" width="339" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i think i feel better after my brief expression of my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, i still feel like smacking the head off the person who spoil my mood for the day. I hope he step on dog poo when walking to the office, get scolded by the manager and get tons of parking summons. MUAHAHAH~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be good enough for me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044546121055272066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RgHT-E6S_II/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z8xkT4uvhmE/s400/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044560436181269650" style="CURSOR: hand" height="243" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RgHg_U6S_JI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OaNTI8nQXVs/s400/mountain_peak.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta ta ta tata ta.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Instead of the person who fucked up my day get parking summons, i got the summon instead. Teach me not to curse people in future. lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-2432256465367970284?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/2432256465367970284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=2432256465367970284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/2432256465367970284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/2432256465367970284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/03/mood-spoiler.html' title='Mood Spoiler'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/RgHOIU6S_GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eLb1RJKYEJY/s72-c/Thunder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-6974116170947920177</id><published>2007-03-15T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:49:47.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down hill'/><title type='text'>No good</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since i last posted any entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, u can't blame me. It's the Chinese New Year. The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;biggest event&lt;/span&gt; of the year for the chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, i heard some comments about this CNY : There's just a lack of festiveness in the air. It is not as festive and merry as it used to be anymore. It's getting quieter every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree on the part that it is not as festive and merry as it used to be, to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh, i'm not talking about the fire crackers and those beautiful dazzling sky crackers...or whatever you call those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm referring to the sense of excitement that people emits when a celebration is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because i'm getting older every year that CNY has lost it's magic hence becoming just another holiday to my working life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it is because my aunties and uncles makes my CNY more miserable each year when giving me red packets while loudly saying &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"This is the last year i'm gonna give you ang pow. Next year no more ang pow. When are you getting married?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez..... What a creative way to enlighten my holiday mood. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041989673479126898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rfi-5PjpP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eMe3YXMKAHQ/s320/17.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a blink of an eye, the New year celebration is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearing towards the end of March. Now, what have i done in the past weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting in comparison to my work place now. It's like a dark cloud blankets me the moment i step into the office everyday, dreading something bad might happen. Something like this can only happens when there's an unwelcomed presence in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about GHOST lah, okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pure flesh and warm blood i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a human being for pete's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what is so dreadful about this presence?? Well, this presence holds the power that can diminish your presence. Worst still, this presence can replace your existance in the office. Now, you know what i'm talking about or not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, the power of the presence grows and i feel suffocated by it (the power). Deep down inside, you know that someday, you will find yourself no longer useful to the company. With each passing day, the presence is taking away some of your work. Learning new tricks and digging knowledgable information is what the presence is doing. So ever happy about oneself existance in this office, the presence actually forgets that it's a threat to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only solution to this situation is to explore other opportunities. I shall have to exploit each opportunity that falls upons me. In situation like this, i'm gonna get crazy very fast. Soon enough, you will see that i need to take prescribed medicine. Popping 3 tablets into my mouth twice a day. That might be the only reliever to my miserable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i cannot eliminate the presence. You have yet to know the true POWER behind this presence. The presence's existance is being granted by the UTMOST POWERFUL presence of this whole working block. That is the founder of the company. Our director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i wish i have an uncle who owns a company too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you already find that work is not rewarding in your life, then there it comes a huge barrier in front of you, blocking your view of the already not-so-bright prospect ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the fact that everyone close to you is leaving the company, it top-up the stress. Maybe it's just me being sensitive. Maybe i'm being too pessimistic. Maybe i made the whole thing up in my mind. Maybe it's nothing at all and i'm freaking myself out. For all the Maybes, maybe it's just what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what shall i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i know......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll visit a shrink tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-6974116170947920177?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/6974116170947920177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=6974116170947920177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/6974116170947920177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/6974116170947920177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-good.html' title='No good'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jq-RRaMXQ8I/Rfi-5PjpP3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eMe3YXMKAHQ/s72-c/17.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-117063458731064879</id><published>2007-02-05T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:25:22.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delicacies'/><title type='text'>Prosperity Burgler and Beef Fallover</title><content type='html'>Only one season a year can you savour this mouth watering delicacies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prosperity Burgler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from McDonale during Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i have one of these burglers, i feel that i'm being robbed of all my sensation on my taste bud.&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/696326/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosperity Beef Burgler and Prosperity ChickenBurgler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Curly Fries some more... Geez.. so nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But u know what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/111499/2.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you if u can't read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="98" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/701574/3.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" height="44" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/979940/4.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW CAN LIKE THAT?!?!?!@?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for so long....&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;Luckily, i ate it while i was at LCCT on my way back. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUAHAHAH~!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonale in Sarawak is really lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn lousy i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe only the one in Oil Town is lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we don't have Prosperity Beef Burgler. Only chicken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we don't have curly flies here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, they came out with another new product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beef Fallover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/23856/fold_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got to know it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on having my second Prosperity Beef Burgler so i queue up at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out everything i wanted is not available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ordered the Beef Fallover for myself and bought another fallover and chicken burgler for my 2 bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LARGE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fallover....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/749886/DSC00414.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="274" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/660867/DSC00415.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Curly Flies...so can only go with Normal flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/740288/DSC00416.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/683214/DSC00419.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prosperity Chicken Burgler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/146395/DSC00417.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;So juicy....yum yum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother said the Prosperity Chicken Burgler is better than the Fallover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burgler meat is really tender but the taste is a far less interesting. It just doesn't taste so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fallover is just simply &lt;strong&gt;DRY&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;HARD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk....really disappointed at the McDonale here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, u should know what to do the next time you are thinking of about maybe having a Fallover~..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-117063458731064879?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/117063458731064879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=117063458731064879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/117063458731064879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/117063458731064879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/02/prosperity-burgler-and-beef-fallover_04.html' title='Prosperity Burgler and Beef Fallover'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-117046875875581532</id><published>2007-02-03T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:26:01.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delicacies'/><title type='text'>Dinner Time</title><content type='html'>As i was sick for the pass few days, nobody cook at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is not at home. Dad's away too. Sister is happily married to Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm the only one left responsible.... mMmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i cook everyday, but out of 7 days a week, i usually cook about 4-5 days. If i'm in the mood, i cook all 7 days. Cooking after work is tiring. Especially when i have to wake up 6am every morning to get myself ready for work and come back straight from office to prepare dinner. Most of the time, when everything is done, it's already 6-6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, i prepared 3 dishes for a meal of 3 pax. 2 veges and one meat. My 2 brothers and I. I seldom cook soup coz boiling soup needs time and i don't have so much time after work to boil soup. If i boil soup, dinner time will probably postphone to 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup in our family are not those boiling water with a few stalks of vegetable boiled in it for maybe half 20minutes or less. Soup in my family have to at least shimmer for 1 hour. Sometimes even 2 hours or more. Usually, i let it shimmers for 1.5 hours. This way, all the nice nice flavour from the meat/bones will be released and that makes the soup super yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family rarely cook soup with only stalks of vege. Actually, &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;. The most simple soup in my family is either hand-made fish cake/balls soup with fried onions or sweet corn soup with minced meat balls. See?? All must have meat. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's go back to me being the only one responsible for cooking. Since no one is cooking for the past few days, my 2 dear brothers had had instant noodles for breakfasts, lunches and dinners for a few days straight. Actually, that's what they are having most of the time for lunches and breakfasts. Pity them, don't you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i have to cook something right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of 3 dishes, i only cooked 2 dishes last night. I haven't fully recovered yet. I'm still sick and having dizzy spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what i've prepared. Some cooking lessons for newbies out there~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Super Yummy Soya Tomato Ginger Chicken &amp; Mushroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;( the title basically already tell you all the ingredients)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, chop up 2 whole chicken thighs. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with the drumsticks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Chicken chick chick.." style="CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/585705/DSC00374.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, marinate it with Soya sauce &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(both for coloring and flavour)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Local soya sauce. You can't get it other place." style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px" height="373" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/401959/DSC00375.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt to taste, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that's the exact amount i put in. These fine salt are not as salty as those coarse salt.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Salt.. about one tea spoon" style="CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/543025/DSC00377.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some corn starch &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mum says it's for softening of the meat. It's makes the gravy thickens too)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Corn starch" style="WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/840309/DSC00378.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/667534/DSC00380.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed it well.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(looks a bit gross, rite? Don't worry, i assure you it taste fine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/801282/DSC00381.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinate for about 20 mins or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I set it aside and started preparing my other dishes, the Vege. But'll i'll write these 2 separately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare some ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" That's enough ginger" style="CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/198364/DSC00384.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice it thinly and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Thinly sliced ginger" style="CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/791298/DSC00386.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened a can of mushroom and halves the mushrooms as needed. Keep the leftover in a clean container and put in fridge for other days. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" What mushroom u call these?" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/797762/DSC00395.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place all the ingredients on one side of the stove&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (that's how i always do it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/632529/DSC00396.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat up the wok and pour in some cooking oil &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(medium heat). &lt;/span&gt;About 4-5 table spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/639517/DSC00397.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the oil is hot, put in the sliced ginger and stir fried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/672415/DSC00398.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the mushroom too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00399.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only stir fried the mushroom for while and took it out. I hate the smell of these mushroom but my brothers loves them. So, i stir fried it first to seal up their smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the chicken. Put in the chicken and stir fried it until 70% cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/235541/DSC00400.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, add the ketchup. About 3-4 table spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/246287/DSC00401.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir fried for a while. Add some water when it's almost fully cooked, about half cup &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the water will blend in to form a thick gravy)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final step, put in the mushroom again and stir fried it (just a purpose to mixed it evenly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/400239/DSC00402.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;THE RESULT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img title="Yummilicious Chicken" style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00403.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice or not?? i know it's nice coz it taste great. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Stir fried 'Pe Pu' with Minced Meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Honestly, i dunno what that vege is called. My dad called it 'Pe Pu'.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the vege as shown; into strips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="263" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/344331/DSC00382.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then prepare the minced meat. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I forgot to take it out from the fridge earlier so it's still frozen. By soaking the container in water, i managed to defroze a bit of it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/610804/DSC00391.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinate it with sesame oil, salt and corn starch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Sesame oil, salt and corn starch" style="CURSOR: hand" height="367" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/531270/DSC00393.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare some garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/430179/DSC00387.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I always prepared the garlic enough for a week and stored in small container. No need to keep cutting them for every meal preparation. Just take out from the fridge&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as before, set everything needed beside the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Neat...." style="CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/185870/DSC00405.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat up the wok and pour in some oil. Then add some garlic. About 1 teaspoon.&lt;br /&gt;When the garlic has reach golden brown color, put in the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pepu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" You see the golden brown garlic?" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/970494/DSC00406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i forgot the minced meat. I should have put in the minced meat and stir fried it before putting in the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pepu&lt;/span&gt;. Nevermind. See how i do it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire up~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Increase the heat" style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/496125/DSC00407.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, stir fried the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pepu&lt;/span&gt;. Make sure it's evenly cook for all strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add salt and continue to stir fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/86258/DSC00408.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pepu&lt;/span&gt; has change color to semi transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="263" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/581930/DSC00409.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pepu&lt;/span&gt; aside and put in the minced meat to stir fried at one side of the wok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/504420/DSC00410.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the meat is 100% cooked, mixed the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pepu&lt;/span&gt; and minced meat together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add a bit of water with corn starch and stir fried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sauce thicken, it's time to serve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;THE RESULT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/152323/DSC00411.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks okay lah, rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Really yummy..." style="WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="275" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/517889/DSC00412.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 dishes for 3 pax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't forget to cook the rice. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad after all, ya??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-117046875875581532?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/117046875875581532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=117046875875581532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/117046875875581532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/117046875875581532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/02/dinner-time_02.html' title='Dinner Time'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-117033171466485905</id><published>2007-02-01T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:26:26.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><title type='text'>Sick again~</title><content type='html'>I suddenly realised that my body is so weak nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight after my trip from kl, i fell sick. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like my body's immune system is no longer functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fever, cough etc when i was in kl during August. Then, when i was in JB during September, i had fever again. Now, January, i fell sick again after my kl trip.&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/17.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have fever this time, but i have headache for the past few days. Severe thoat infection until i cuold barely speak and felt so tired most of the time. I could only stay up for a few hours before the dizziness and tiredness start creeping in again. I slept for almost the whole weekend. Sick leave on Monday. Went to work on Tuesday, still barely able to produce sound from my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the medication is working well. I'm getting better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Cough syrup, antibiotics, flu pills, 650mg panadol and some solution for gargling" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my immune system. My body is losing the ability to fight bacteria and infection. Somehow, it doesn't produce as much antibiotics as it used to be to fight those common diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm a sick puppy once every 2-3 months or so. Being sick makes me feel weak and lousy. I used to be so healthy. I could barely fell sick for up to a year. Now, i'm sick so often i lose count how many times i was sick in 2006. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, being sick has one good side of it. My boyfriend turns into one &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gentle creature who is so caring. He will call me every few hours to check on me. He even came over to my house and cook porridge for me~!! Just yesterday, he brought chicken soup from his house for me, with an boiled egg and drumstick in it~!!! Geez...it's super nice. I love the chicken soup his mum cooks, especially with the foochow red wine. It's just superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaylah. I guess that's enough from me. I'll take chicken essence as substitute for my mum's nutricious soup since she's not home most of the time. Gotta be stronger to fight bangala uncles, you know?? &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-117033171466485905?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/117033171466485905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=117033171466485905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/117033171466485905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/117033171466485905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/02/sick-again.html' title='Sick again~'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116973090384314448</id><published>2007-01-25T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:23:16.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>Spiritual Recharge</title><content type='html'>The trip was MARVELOUS~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, i'm back from kl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was just so damn wonderful, i wished i could stay there longer~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything would sure be damn wonderful when u have a place to stay that's like your own home. A nice nice room for yourself. Free to do whatever you want. Astro. Washing Machine (I just love my friends). Drivers to fetch you whenever and wherever you are with just a call. Yummy dishes all around~. It's just so awesome. And don't forget the clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the tickets to kl mid of December. Just after 2 weeks, coincidently, my friend, Annie (who's also my colleague) bought tickets going kl on the same day as me~. Her flight was on Friday morning. Mine was Friday evening. So, we made plans to go shopping together while in kl. She had a fren, Jannet, going with her as well. They'll both be staying in hotel near town area while i'll be staying at my fren's place in Damansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first day(Saturday) annie's fren fetched me at SS2 after brunch and we headed straight for 1U~! The sale has just started the day before. Great Timing~!! The fren left us at 1U and went back home to sleep. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had done our shooping, we called the driver. hhaha~..(by the way, his name is Melvin). He came to fetch us for dinner and evening programs. We had the infamous &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEPPER bak kut teh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. Just the right thing to have on a rainy evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight after dinner, i was sent back to change for the evening while my frens waited in the car downstairs. Ya, i skipped shower (wat?? we were in a hurry bah). Then, we headed to the hotel that my frens were staying in, so they could take shower and change too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time everyone was ready, it's 11pm. PERFECT~!!! We went to velvet. At first, the place was so freaking cold and kinda vacant. The other side of the dance floor was partially packed, while there was barely people on our side. Eventually, things started to get interesting as people start coming in. But you know what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a single interesting looking guy~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So disappointed. tsk tsk tsk....I was expecting to feast myself satisfactorily on those stylish attractive looking men. I mean, erm, looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell are all the handsome young men in kl??? All day, in 1U and in velvet, i didn't came across a single attractive looking man (except for Melvin of course, ahem, he's our driver...*wink*). I really wondered.... is it true that attractive looking men are becoming extinct in kl?? Somehow, the theory has proven itself.. Singapore has tons of interesting attractive looking men. Really attractive...*blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, i managed to enjoyed myself for the nite. hehe....&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/658817/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/1600/882683/Pretty%20gals.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/780083/Pretty%20gals.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Annie, Jannet and me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Fushern in velvet too. My close fren cum bodyguard cum consultant cum &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. haha... What a wonderful evening. Fushern drove me back. We couldn't find the place i was staying at, so i had to call up my other fren, Wayne, at 4am in the morning~!!! Wayne fetched me from LCCT on Friday night and send me to my fren's place. So, for sure he know the place. I reached the apartment quarter past 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without removing my make-up, i just crawled onto the bed and snore instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Melvin fetched us for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/1600/918907/DSC00361.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/541857/DSC00361.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie's favourite. She has been telling me that she missed this particular Fish Head Vermicelli for the past 6 months. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close-up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/1600/604316/DSC00362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="274" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/104758/DSC00362.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cook with milk. That explains the milky color. There are 2 choices to go with the vermicelli. Self-made fish balls or fried fish cutlets. Since the fish balls were sold out. We had the fried fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At $6 a bowl, i considered it reasonable. Very nice, but i dislike the fried onion they sprinkled on top. The potent smell of the onion actually masked out the nice aroma of the soup itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Melvin dropped us at the Curve. There was the Sunday market. We went to Ikea and Ikano too. Not much to see around. Annie was looking out for a couple of cute cushion she discovered in the Ikea magazine. Around 5.30pm, we called Melvin. He brought us to a place near SS2 called "Chui chui Sui" ('blow blow' water in cantonese). And we all chui chui sui there. Annie was collapsing. Exhausted. Drained. She looked so terrible and falling sick. We decided it's enough for the day, so Melvin sent us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie and Jannet's flight was in next morning at 7am. Mine was Wednesday evening. 2 and half days more for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 2 days, my friend who i stayed at her place, took 2 days leave to accompany me. Monday and Tuesday. We went to Midvalley on Monday. I found out that with lesser people around in shops and shopping complex, i actually get to find everything i want. 2 days ago, it was the weekend. Everwhere was packed with people. I mean &lt;strong&gt;EVERY CORNER&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;EVERY SHOP&lt;/strong&gt;. I couldn't get to look for stuff i wanted. I got dizzy. There was just too many ppl moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekdays, it's a totally different story. The pace is slower. Everywhere is just... more quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we met up with another friend, Seng, who's living in Sri Hartamas. Wow, his place is just excellent~!!! A jacuzzi in the bedroom. Such a spendid design. The designer = his mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday morning, we went to Bangsar village. The existing block (old block) is small. Nothing to see. Hopefully, with their new section, there will be more stuff for me to look around during my next trip. At about 1.30, Wayne fetch me from the apartment and send me to Sungai Wang. I was there for the whole afternoon. After i have done my shoppings, i called Wayne to fetch me. He brought me to dinner. I had my favourite dish in kl. The Wanton Mee~!!! MUAHAHA~!!! Cannot miss it, you know?? I'm so easily satisfied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to another fren's place for a visit. Lawrence. His wife was pregnant and had yet to deliver after the expected the labour date, so it's not convenient for him to go out. I met his wife, a nice lady from China and his 15 months daughter. The baby girl has just start learning to speak. Although she can't really pronounce words, you can tell that she speaks like her mum, with China accent~!! wow~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Wayne brought me to the Eye on Malaysia. I dislike it. I don't feel proud of it. Malaysians are copy cats. (Copy LOndon eye...) Always are and always will be. Plus the ferris wheel is located at such a remote area. It's no where in sight. Nobody can enjoy the view of this big beautiful wheel from afar. We basically have to go into the parking area of Titiwangsa lake before we have any sight of it. Such a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Me at Eye on Malaysia" style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/965269/Image%281176%29.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Malaysia Eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" The London Eye...)style=" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/627718/IMG_2103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;London Eye. It's just so much bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday...the last day. My flight's in the evening, 7pm. Wayne fetched me from the apartment around 11am and we went to 1U for some final touch-up retail. After that, we went for a movie at GSC, 1.30pm. Mahjong 3..or something like that. kekek....cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/846215/DSC00426.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the movie, it's time to go &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Headed straight for LCCT. After a prosperity burger at McDonald's, i boarded the plane. Right on time. I was the last one boarding.&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/80435/14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne is so nice. He called me everyday when i was in kl to make sure that everything was ok with me. He's a life saver and also my BODYGUARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in Sungai Wang, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a bangala uncle followed me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was walking infront of the shops when i passed by him. He came to an abrupt halt the second i passed by infront of him. It was just so obvious. Then, slowly, he was on my trail. I noticed it immediately. Just to confirm my suspicion, i went onto the escalator to the upper level. Again, he's behind me. I purposely walked passed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;shop&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just one shop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and turn back to return to the escalator for the previous floor. He did the same thing~!! Quickly, i entered into one of the store for ladies and lingered inside for about 10 minutes, constantly looking at the entrance of the shop. Luckily, he didn't wait for me. Straight away, i called Wayne to come and fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought everything i wanted. Happy with all my purchases...but sad for my credit cards. I wonder how i'm gonna settle them. Anyway, let's forget about that and focus on all my new clothes. lol... Most of the working attire i bought was from Padini and Seed. I have a new wardrobe for work. I'm just so happy with that. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/777181/7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116973090384314448?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116973090384314448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116973090384314448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116973090384314448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116973090384314448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/01/spiritual-recharge.html' title='Spiritual Recharge'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116917264677548117</id><published>2007-01-19T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:19:10.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>Packing..again.</title><content type='html'>I don't know since when i turn into this lazy ass who is too lazy to pack her luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Lazy to pack? Don't go travelling lah, rite?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so excited for all my trips. I would pack one week earlier just to make sure i don't forget anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Now" style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/202532/IMG_3900.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my flight is tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, i used to have something like this &lt;strong&gt;A FEW DAYS&lt;/strong&gt; before my flight departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Previously" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://suemen.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/dsc00185_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Previous trip &gt;&gt; partially full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer excited like i used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i do wish i'm a spoiled brat who can go travelling empty handed and buy whatever i need whenever i need it, anytime, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be great~ :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i don't have to pack anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still gotta pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight ETD 9.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..... still a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.:In the end, i'm sure i will forget to bring a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Update: Well, i managed to get everything i needed into the bag and left nothing out~!! Thumbs up for me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116917264677548117?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116917264677548117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116917264677548117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116917264677548117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116917264677548117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/01/packingagain.html' title='Packing..again.'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116899543870941671</id><published>2007-01-17T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:28:46.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hopes and Expectations'/><title type='text'>It's a sign</title><content type='html'>When i feel so disappointed by what i heard yesterday and this article pops up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a telltale sign. Something so coincidental that makes me wonder...maybe god is trying to tell me something?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt; ( i'm not a god believer, but sometimes, i believe in his existance )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff9900" href="http://hotjobs.yahoo.com/careerchange/Ten_Ways_to_Know_Its_Time_to_Go__20061213-101041.html?subtopic=How+to+Change+Careers" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Ways to Know It's Time to Go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;How can you know when it's really time to go? Here's a hint: If more than half of the following statements ring true for you, get your resume ready and start connecting with new opportunities today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You start to dread Monday as soon as you leave work on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Not up to that stage yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It becomes more and more difficult to get up for work each day, and tardiness becomes a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bingo.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm on it now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You cannot muster enthusiasm for anything related to work -- other than your paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You spend most of your time complaining to colleagues or about your colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, not most, but partially. So consider it a &lt;strong&gt;Bingo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You act defensive and even hostile in company meetings when there's little cause for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Not up to that stage yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You interact less and less with co-workers, shutting yourself away in your office and avoiding opportunities to socialize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That will NEVER happen. ( i'm just so khepoh &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/701982/8.gif" border="0" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You've used up all your sick, personal, and vacation days -- and the year isn't even half over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Not really, There's always unpaid leave. lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You're constantly putting off until tomorrow what you could (and should) do today. When you do actually commit to doing your work, you feel resentful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm on it now. &lt;strong&gt;Bingo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You're bitter about the company's success or that of a co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Not co-worker. You know? &lt;strong&gt;Bingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You have no professional goals related to your job, and you have a hard time even making some up at your obligatory performance review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BINGO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusions :  Score=6/10. Verdict=Guilty as charge. I need to start updating my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff9900" href="http://hotjobs.yahoo.com/careerchange/Ten_Ways_to_Know_Its_Time_to_Go__20061213-101041.html?subtopic=How+to+Change+Careers" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116899543870941671?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116899543870941671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116899543870941671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116899543870941671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116899543870941671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-sign.html' title='It&apos;s a sign'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116832965270548700</id><published>2007-01-09T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:59:56.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enlightment'/><title type='text'>Creative conversation</title><content type='html'>For the the time being, my nick is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on Live Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It created a lot of funny chatting topics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;USMC says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i hv to check it up 1st if u don mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster' says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OH...SORRY. NO SAMPLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SOLD GOODS ARE NOT REFUNDABLE NOR EXCHANGABLE FOR OTHER BODY HAIRS..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;USMC says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i know... but i hv to see it before unplug frm urs....so how??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster' says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PRODUCT SOLD ARE SOLELY BASED UPON THE FACIAL HAIRS OF THE GROOMER. NO SAMPLING, PHYSICALLY NOR VISION WISE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster' says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HEY, U HAVEN'T TELL ME U WANT THE ODOUR COLOGNE OR NOT~?? I HAVE TO GO AND WORK OUT SO THERE WILL BE SWEAT MAH~...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above conversation somehow turn into 18sx.....not suitable for children &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/337378/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A pieced up glass would never be the same again.. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;curly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yalor, it should be curly, i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;as same for all men's armpit hair &gt;&gt; curly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A pieced up glass would never be the same again.. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how u know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;coz my bf's armpit hairs are curly, when his hair is straight. :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A pieced up glass would never be the same again.. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A pieced up glass would never be the same again.. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasty generalization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A pieced up glass would never be the same again.. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;not hasty lar. My brother's also curly, my ex's also curly..actually every guy i see is curly. Don't tell me yours is straight?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i saw some with spiky hair..something like curly at the root but straight at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A pieced up glass would never be the same again.. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;some are straight leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe 10% of hairs are straight among the bush~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A pieced up glass would never be the same again.. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;whatz manhood booster btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the armpit odour perfume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anybody buy from u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;SO FAR NOT YET~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;U WANNA BE MY FIRST CUSTOMER??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAVE TO WAIT FOR A WEEK THOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gosh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long where got ppl want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no ex stock&lt;/span&gt; ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i need to sweat profusely to be able to produce the perfume... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lousy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;coz i seldom sweat one mah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or maybe u be my supplier instead??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u no go exercise ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;neh~..not lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i sweat perfume that smells better than polo ya know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha..so u be my supplier? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;need to show ppl the sample. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Please send me your armpit photos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hey.. It's called the kuek exchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;haa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ngai tee.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ahha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i have my own models&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to promote my parfumes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;par-fumes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;each girl and guy models would show off their armpits in a RIDICULOUSLY POSED manner &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hahahahhhaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his is interesting man...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeap &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the scenery / photoshots are done beside trash dumping areas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the mall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dining table&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and it goes with the tagline..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;er... can u help me with the tagline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adam is the BACHELOR says: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I thought selling armpit hair was my business in the first place?? haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;direct sales?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;armpit hair?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;selling armpit hair lah~..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and armpit odour parfum~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;u sell ur armpit hair mah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;u want to buy??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i also have a lot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.. ahahaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;can help to sell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i can be ur supplier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;u offer to be my supplier ah?? haha..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so poor until i need to supply my armpit hair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lol..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;how come can online de?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;today on MC mah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;on MC sell armpit hair loh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oi, selling armpit hair is my business lah. How come everyone is selling liaw~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;later no profit, u know?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;u r still the seller&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'm just a supplier&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ur armpit hair sooner or later will finish mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then u can use OEM nkw armpit hair to sell as claimed as ur name. haha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OEM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;...like that also can??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;as long as i get the $$$$&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curly, mushy black forest. Armpit hairs for sale?? Plus armpit odour perfume for sale. Manhood booster. says: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaaaha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wAyNe says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;why not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the armpit hair selling business is gonna be great. First of it's kind. Everyone is trying to hop onto the train. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/732574/4.gif" border="0" /&gt; kekek....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116832965270548700?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116832965270548700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116832965270548700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116832965270548700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116832965270548700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/01/creative-conversation.html' title='Creative conversation'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116796920601374763</id><published>2007-01-05T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:41:18.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>A whole new vocabulary</title><content type='html'>This morning, I accidentally came across an article while i was searching for online dictionaries. Honestly, I have a very limited vocabulary and with each passing day, i have forgotten how to spell some of the simple words. Words as easy as 'scissors' and 'humongous' make me lost my confidence for the language which i once thought i excelled. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(shameful to even think i was good at it)&lt;/span&gt; :-Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the article was dated 2 days ago. The search engine gave me few full pages of links to ONE single piece of news. That's the Oxford English Dictionary public appeal for wordhunters. It's quite interesting, at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look at the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://in.news.yahoo.com/070103/139/6asa9.html" target="_blank"&gt;Yahoo News &gt;&gt; Wanted: Wordhunters for the Oxford English Dictionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/01/03/AR2007010301563.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Washington Post &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/news/article-23380273-details/Calling%20all%20plonkers%20and%20wallies...your%20dictionary%20needs%20you/article.do" target="_blank"&gt;London Lite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thescotsman.scotsman.com/index.cfm?id=10962007" target="_blank"&gt;The Scotman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationmultimedia.com/worldhotnews/read.php?newsid=30023159" target="_blank"&gt;Guardian Unlimited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read all the article links on the first page. Apparently, the researchers are trying to find earliest proof of first time usage for some of the words in the our daily usage, to document the history of those words. This year they have chosen 40 words for the wordhunt. These processes have been ongoing for ages. Every year, they update/ammend information of words/phrases that have new proof of findings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading, i came across words/terms that i read before but never bothered to understand what they mean. One good example: Full monty. Or maybe 'Wally'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even term like 'bananas' is new to me. Then, the word 'dog' introduce me to a whole new vocabulary. Forgive me for my lack of knowledge in this language, but i never would have thought dog can be so creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the chinese traditions, dogs are just animals. The chinese will not lower their status to the same level as an animal. A man is always above the animal. As for the westerners, dogs are men's best friends, so it's just understandable that their daily language includes dogs and sometimes, uses dog to replace themselves. It's kinda funny when i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.cambridge.org/define.asp?key=23061&amp;dict=CALD" target="_blank"&gt;Every dog has its day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.cambridge.org/define.asp?key=23053&amp;amp;dict=CALD" target="_blank"&gt;Put on the dog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.cambridge.org/define.asp?key=32960&amp;dict=CALD" target="_blank"&gt;Give a dog a bad name&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.cambridge.org/define.asp?key=23058&amp;amp;dict=CALD" target="_blank"&gt;Dog-eat-dog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.cambridge.org/define.asp?key=83798&amp;dict=CALD" target="_blank"&gt;Top dog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.cambridge.org/define.asp?key=81039&amp;amp;dict=CALD" target="_blank"&gt;Tail wagging the dog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.cambridge.org/define.asp?key=71200&amp;dict=CALD"&gt;See a man about a dog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.cambridge.org/define.asp?key=72365&amp;amp;dict=CALD" target="_blank"&gt;Shaggy dog story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just some of my new learnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i'm pissed, everyone is just a wazzock. i'm as daft as a brush if i go and buy myself a f@cial toning device worth of 6k plus when i don't even know how to operate it. What a wally i would be then. :-Þ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116796920601374763?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116796920601374763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116796920601374763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116796920601374763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116796920601374763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/01/whole-new-vocabulary.html' title='A whole new vocabulary'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116779525010113475</id><published>2007-01-03T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:27:39.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hopes and Expectations'/><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I didn't have any resolution last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To improve my quality of life, i decide to set some this year. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/727979/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is a target, there will be an improvement, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i get to &lt;strong&gt;materialise&lt;/strong&gt; all of them. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is that the right word for it? Bah..doesn't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to have bigger tits. Preferably G cup.. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/322611/8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ... Mmm... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious tone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Get myself a career.&lt;/strong&gt; At least a career path to start with. A job and a career is a totally different thing. Then, someone even told me working for an employer is not a career. Having your own business is a career. I don't agree with that but i have learned not to argue with people about everything they say. They can keep their own thoughts. What if having your own business can only get you a profit of 7k permonth but having a job gives you 10k permonth, plus you are well-known in the field for your expertise? Isn't that a career too?? That is just an example. I'll leave that shallow comment of my fren to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To somehow make my resolution come true, i have to make changes/adjustment myself. Not really sure what to do, i've somehow decided i will resign mid year or end of the year, provided if the situation didn't improve (i'm not even sure if i will do that). I have to give a time frame for some changes if it is gonna take place. Plus, i will try harder, to improve myself. I hope i can do that.. :-Þ Hence, i shall find a new job( if i resign), something that will give me a brand new start. Saying is always easier than doing it. I just hope that i don't have to resort to the final step of resignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;To save some money&lt;/strong&gt;. Basically, i have no savings at all. All my income have gone to my brother's tuition fees. University tuition fees. So, i'm so much in debts now. All my finance controlling skills have gone haywire. For this year, I have to clear my debts and start saving up. :-) A spinster gotta have her own savings for older days, ya know? To buy a spinster home and get spinster holidays.. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/63714/14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;To lose some weigh&lt;/strong&gt;...perhaps?? And be able to maintain it. I'm quite heavy for my height. Although i don't fall into the fat category, i'm considerably chubby. To lose how much weigh...hmm.... 3kgs will be enough. I have to tone up. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/465176/7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ...This might be a little hard to reach, but i have to say it somehow. &lt;strong&gt;To be a MILLIONAIRE.&lt;/strong&gt; WUAHAHA~!!! I don't know how i'm gonna achieve this but if you people get to read this, maybe you will be so kind to buy some lottery tickets and make sure it's the grand prize winning number before you drop it infront of me, then, pretend to quickly scattered off so i can pick it up and hit jackpot. Isn't that so sweet of you?? lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossble for me to hit jackpot since i don't buy lottery at all, so you guys have to help me out on this one. &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/501072/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all i have for this year. May my kingdom finds its glory in the new year. Please bless me. :-Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I just realise i have another new year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Losing armpit hair for good. &lt;/strong&gt;Somehow i know this will come true. :-D WUAHAHAH~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another update: Geez...   the list is getting longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Travelling overseas&lt;/strong&gt;. I live in an island, so everywhere will be 'over-seas', ya know? &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/389544/4.gif" border="0" /&gt; But seriously, i hope to go someplace i have never been before this year. It helps to keep me lively and positive about everything. The world is just so big...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116779525010113475?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116779525010113475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116779525010113475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116779525010113475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116779525010113475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116736399154072829</id><published>2006-12-29T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:33:30.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down hill'/><title type='text'>Hopes and Expectations</title><content type='html'>I'm so down at the moment i don't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like i need to write something to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is just so bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in secondary, my hopes were high about the future. Everything was looking so bright. I got good scores, have a bunch of close friends and were constantly getting busy myself with something either entertaining or &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; funny. I was standing tall and proud of myself. Those were the great times and i was able to see myself happy in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating high school, i didn't know where to go exactly. I couldn't get to study what i wanted due to financial restraints. Then, i decided to go for STPM. After waiting for 6 months, the name list wasn't out yet. I was worried. All the colleges have started classes. If my name wasn't on the list, and all the affordable institute in the country has closed it's registration, what would i do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to enrol into one of the colleges first. Among the choices that i had, i chose a diploma in electronics engineering. I hated electronics then. I hated life in kl too. But life has to go on. Everything felt like a dream. A nightmare. One that begun the day i graduated from secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 years, i started to look at electronics from another angle. I started to enjoy what i was doing. However, the nightmare hasn't ended. It was understood that i could only get education as high as higher diploma. Degree was out of the picture. There wasn't enough money to get me there. Hopes were shattered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the blink of an eye, four years passed and i got my advanced diploma in electronics engineering. There was a change of plans. Education loan was available from my college for students who wanted to further their studies in England for a degree. My life seemed brighter. For the four years i stayed in kl, everything was a bad dream. So many times, i hoped i would just wake up from this nightmare and everything would just restart at the day i leave highschool, where the world was still so bright ahead. I didn't know what i was doing. I had no directions in life. Suddenly, with this change of plan, everything that i went thru the 4 years seemed worth the while. I get to go the England. I can get a degree after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better still, my dad told me i didn't have to get a loan at all. He could support me. Life was indeed brighter. To get myself a digital camera for my time in England, i worked as a full time sales girl in the kodak shop at klcc for 3 months before i head off to Sheffield. At the mean time, i was taking days off from work to make my arrangements for my degree. Consultation sessions about which university we were to go, English test, the registration, the payment etc. Numerous times i had to lie about my situation to my employer for my consecutive off days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered my first week at job. Working hours was from 10am til 10pm. The nature of the job was serving customers, so we had to stand. I stood like 10 hours everyday, reaching my place at about 11pm every nite. It was horrible. My feet felt like they were unattached from my body. Even taking a step back at the house at night brought unbearable pain. It felt like thousands of needle poking at the soles of my feet. My whole body was so tired. Each muscle ached when i moved. As days passed, my body adjusted itself to the environment. No longer did i feel tired nor painful. 3 months passed. I worked until the day before my flight departure and i got myself a digital camera plus some extra pocket money. Then i headed off to England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the completion of my degree, i started working almost right away as a marketing executive in a company at its initial set-up stage. It was just a temporary job until i could find a suitable job for my discipline. Eventually, i did. A lot of things happened and without realising much, i have been working for 2 years in my current industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another feeling rose lately. I'm lost. Totally lost. At this moment, i don't know where i'm heading. I have been working in my current position for more than a year now. I felt like i'm still a freshie with no relevant experience on hand. I still feel i know nothing about the industries. The situation is almost like my talent is unexploited and as time passes, i will be left behind. There are fresh graduates every year, unlike me, their minds will be easier to mold. They learn faster. Their minds will be sharper than mine. They are YOUNG. All my friends who graduated with me are doing much better than i am. I feel so useless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see my career path. I don't know where to head. It's just about 2 weeks ago that i heard of the term 'Quarter-life crisis'. I fit in the category perfectly. That's what i'm facing now. Having a job but getting nowhere is worst than not having a job. There aren't much expectation nowadays. I don't know what to expect anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who understand my feelings, i thank you for your understanding. I'm glad i can share my feelings with you. For those who doesn't, please don't call me to quit and find another job because that's not going to help my situation. It'll only give me a few more headaches and more problems to ponder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116736399154072829?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116736399154072829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116736399154072829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116736399154072829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116736399154072829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/12/hopes-and-expectations.html' title='Hopes and Expectations'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116582413834853575</id><published>2006-12-11T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:24:12.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>KK Trip</title><content type='html'>My first impression on KK was that it's a very developed city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more develop than our hornbill state. Why is it so?? How come it's more developed than our cities?? Answers to that question, we have to ask our Hornbill government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along the road near the river side. I saw quite a few fishing boats along the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/799228/DSC00333.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an dry market selling fruits and veges. After that, there's also big pasar malam &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;( i was there in the evening)&lt;/span&gt;. A very big one, selling all sorts of food, including fresh fruits and vege straight from the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Sunset" style="CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/575009/DSC00335.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is also this big handicraft market inside a native-looking building with about at least 50 stalls inside selling all sorts of handicrafts. All of the stalls sell 2 things in common. South sea pearls and crystal. Swarovski crystal, or so they claimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="277" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/214337/DSC00340.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love the evening sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are sold as accessories such as necklaces, bracelets, earrings, pendants. The design varies from stall to stall as the stall keepers make the accesories themselves. The pearls are also sold as individual single bead. They come in 2 colors. Black pearls and the normal pearlish-white color that we usually see. The symmetrical pearls are considered the best i think coz their prices are very high. There are also those oblong shaped pearls, which is so much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought one bracelet myself. A simple design. Very cheap. Cost only RM20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Bracelet" style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/852480/IMG_3824.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cheap because it has only few beads of oblong pearls on it as you can see the from the design yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I compared it with my other fake plastic pearl necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Imitation" style="CURSOR: hand" height="262" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/696906/IMG_3825.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;The imitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a comparison for the pearls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="The Fake and Real" style="CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/268450/Vs.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Left: south sea pearl Right: Imitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fake pearl mirrors the surrounding more clearly while the so-called south sea pearl have an array of blue-pinkish colors glowing from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further down, there's food outlets, selling seafood and western dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/300233/DSC00338.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;That's the river side. You see how clear the water is??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we went back to out hotel, took a shower, a short rest and head out again for dinner. Had a couple of drinks and head back to the hotel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched tv. For about 15 min. Then i went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="TV" style="CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/105875/DSC00342.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess the movie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="TV" style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/551370/DSC00344.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was work. First time in the KK office. I notice something about the buildings though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Triangle" style="CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/776012/IMG_3819.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you notice anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Narrow" style="CURSOR: hand" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/547547/IMG_3818.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for my trip to KK.  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116582413834853575?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116582413834853575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116582413834853575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116582413834853575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116582413834853575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/12/kk-trip_10.html' title='KK Trip'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116572593080847457</id><published>2006-12-10T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:03:10.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down hill'/><title type='text'>Why we lock ourselves up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post has been removed by the owner.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116572593080847457?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116572593080847457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116572593080847457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116572593080847457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116572593080847457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-we-lock-ourselves-up.html' title='Why we lock ourselves up?'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116558947285938382</id><published>2006-12-08T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:10:26.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i'd been to KK for the first time. It's a much much better shopping city than cities in the state of hornbills. More complex and the major common brands are there. I saw Padini Concept shop, Seed, Esprit, G2000 ... u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was my first visit to our KK office. Also, the office was so much nicer than what we have in hornbill state. It's located in a building dedicated as office lots. It's quiet, clean, polished and best of all, new. With a small team of staff, everything works nicely. I saw teamwork in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was the first overnite outstation trip i had with my superior. It went well. In fact, much better than i expected. He was at ease, funny and outspoken. He brought me around KK as much as he could on foot, since we have no transport around. We chatted and he told me about the golden years he had when he partied and performed. About how much he enjoyed them and the stresses he's going thru now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i sent my first condolences out to my cousins. My uncle passed away at the age of 63. A cancerous death. For a man who didn't smoke, ate healthily and lived in rural areas most of his life, he got lung cancer. Ironic, isn't it. So enjoy life while you can. If he didn't undergo the surgery and chemo, he might still be alive today. At least he didn't have to go thru the painful stage and would live longer. He chose surgery because he wanted to live longer, but in the end, it wasn't what he wanted. 18 months from diagnosis to funeral. So short, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the day that make me realise that our lives are so short. In the midst of busy-ness, we forgot to look around us. Time passes so fast that we don't realise something is gone until it's too late. Years pass by. By the time we really open up our eyes and appreciate the people around us, half of them are gone. By the time we truly appreciate life itself, we will be too old to do anything. Be humble. Be thankful. For it is such good quality that makes us grateful for everything we have. It is such mindset that keeps one happy and be generous enough to help the unfortunates. I hope to learn it. I want to learn those. The first one would be thankfulness. I believe thankfulness brings appreciation which eventually will bring me good life. For if one is thankful, one will not ask for more. When you are content of everything, you will be happy. Life will be good. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.: I'm really learning to be thankful and grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116558947285938382?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116558947285938382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116558947285938382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116558947285938382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116558947285938382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday...'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116494510911762620</id><published>2006-12-01T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:02:13.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>My emotions are like calm weather now. Empty blue sky with no clouds. Complete blankness. Not sunny. Just some smoothing wind, giving a sense of easiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Calm blue sky" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/440636/blue%20sky.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Just blankness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seldom do you see thunderstorms and lightnings. Of course it does come, but it's a rare occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Thunder...lightning..." style="CURSOR: hand" height="262" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/896923/Thunder.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Let's just hope the thunder doesn't strike on you when it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you will see some gloomy sky and when it is, keep clear of the way. Being caught in a gloomy day is not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Gloomy.." style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/196830/clouds.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;It usually clears out in a couple of hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's just sad days. Feeling sad and down for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Raining..." style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/41578/Rain%20droplets.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;A hollowness inside. Deep within....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be refreshing days too. Being able to take the challenges and brave to face the fears where experience of the past is just gonna build a stronger personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" The challenges" style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/214326/waterfall_2.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Challenges in life that we are bound to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, the feeling of reborn will surface when something is achieved. Tomorrow's gonna be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Brighter days ahead" style="CURSOR: hand" height="263" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/837518/sun_clouds_rays.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;There will be a better tomorrow, where everything will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the times, it will be sunshine. Happiness. Popping into every corners around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" The happiness is spreading " style="CURSOR: hand" height="262" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/894035/sunflowers.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;You might get infected. It's a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain times, everything feels so miraculously wonderful and mysterious. And a feeling of gratitude comes along for being able to see it for oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" wonders" style="WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/320/677967/yukon4.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Isn't that a wonder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a blue moon, a sense of anticipation will arise out of nowhere. Waiting for someone to come, something to happen.. but what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" The anticipation..." style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/731553/park.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;And the anticipation just don't stop even when nothing is gonna show up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of lost happens. Not knowing what to do and where to head. When attempts are made but awarded with disappointment, giving up hopes seem to be the only way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Path ahead is blurry" style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8079/3119/400/994316/wolf.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;With no sense of direction... not knowing where to head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardians angel don't often come along. When they do, a path is shown. Streaks of light penetrate their way thru the misty fog of abandoness and once again leads the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: I have to reload these photos so many times in order for them to show up in my entry. It took me days. Something wrong with the blogger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116494510911762620?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116494510911762620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116494510911762620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116494510911762620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116494510911762620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/11/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116374912667522071</id><published>2006-11-17T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:44:47.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His-story'/><title type='text'>Story telling....Part I</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was 2 brothers living in Hainan Island, china. They were born in 1902 and 1906. Elder brother was single while the younger brother was married but childless. It was said that life in Nanyang was good and so these brothers wanted to give life a try for better living. After they saved enough money for the journey, the two ventured out, leaving behind a wife, relatives and their home. They were the first 2 person to leave the village for another country to pursue their dreams. That was perhaps early 1930's and they were in their twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Chinese women in those days had no status in the family. They had no place to say about anything and all they did were house chores and farming. Even when their husband were leaving them, all they could do were wait, hoping that someday, he would come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took them more than one week to across the ocean and reach a place called Malacca. So life was indeed better in Nanyang. After maybe for about a decade, the younger brother managed to save up enough money to buy a shop and opened a coffee shop. In between, he met another woman. She was 17 years younger than him. They fell in love, got married and gave birth to 3 beautiful children. One girl, being the eldest and 2 boys. It was the time of their lives. They were living well, happy and financially good. It was around 1947.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life and fate like to play jokes on us.&lt;/strong&gt; It could never leave us like we are. Not long later, the husband fell sick. During that time, medical information was so lacked behind that public was not aware of diseases and plague. By the time the diagnosis was confirmed, he was suffering from final stage of tubercolusis. There was no hope of survival. The diseases has taken a lot of lives and it was contagious. He had to be hospitalised and quarantined while his wife and his brother managed the business for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, suddenly the wife collapsed. She was taken to the hospital, fainted but breathing steadily. Her brother-in-law and her kids were with her. As the story was told, a doctor came soon after she was admitted. Then he gave a shot. Just one injection. After a few minutes, she passed away, leaving behind her sick husband and 3 loving children. They were 5, 3 and 1 years old individually. That was 1949 and she was only 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The doctors were incompetent&lt;/strong&gt;. Those were the norm during the old days. It was believed that the doctor had concluded a wrong diagnosis and the wrong medication was given to her which took her life instantly at that time of emergency. They never told the diagnosis to the family, nor did they explained what happened. They just left the family who were in great grief and anger. Hence, a funeral was held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elder brother could not take care of the business, the 3 children and his sick younger brother by himself. He decided to stop the business. He sold the shop and with the money, he took the 3 children back to China, back to his home and bought a house there. His first sister-in-law who was living in China alone all these while, moved in to take care of the children. This was the first time the children got to know their stepmother. The elder brother went back to Malacca. From Malacca, he brought his sick brother back to home. Then, he went back to Malacca for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the new house, the sick brother had a room by himself. The children were not allowed to enter the room, to be near their father and they never did. For a few years, he fought fiercely against the illness and finally when the diseases got the better of him, he passed away. During the crucial time, the children were taken to house of relatives and the house was left vacant for sometime even after his burial. They believed the virus was still in the house. His children were aged 9, 7 and 5. That was 1953.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both their parents died when they were very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" The 3 children" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 years, the child who was once 7 years old was now 12. He was studying in a boarding school, some distance away from home, taking his first national elementary exam papers, mathematics, when he received a message. He was required to go back home immediately because he would be leaving the next day to Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;In the old days, children attended schools according to their chinese dialects origin. Hainanese will attend Hainan school where the entire syllabus would be taught in Hainan Language and nothing else. The common language is their dialects. No mandarin was taught. They only know how to read and speak Hainan language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1958, Malaya was gaining independence.&lt;/strong&gt; The authority stated that for those who were born in Malaya but had left the country were given a specific time frame to come back for the citizenship. Their uncle in Malacca got hold of the news. He made arrangements to bring the children back to Malaya but he was short of money. Somehow in those days, all the chinese were connected. When one person planned to go back china for a visit, the news would go thru the region and people would ask that person to bring goods and money to their parents and families back home. Amazing, wasn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a singaporean was going back to Hainan Island to see his parents. The uncle have money enough for only one child to make the trip. He requested the singaporean, being his middleman to bring his oldest nephew to Malacca. The 12 years old lad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child went back home immediately and started packing as he has to reach the messenger's house early next morning. He woke up at 5am and his life long journey started. From dusk, they walked. After 6hours of walking, they reached a city at noon. They were living in a remote village. There were no transport in the rural area. They had to get to the city, be in time to get a bus to reach the harbour as the ship was leaving in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week, the child arrived safely in Malacca. Life was getting harder. Almost immediately, he started working as a coffee shop assistant at the young age of 12. He did not attend the local school because he could not understand a single word in English, Malay and even mandarin. However, his uncle enrolled him into the night school to learn chinese language in Mandarin, which is considered the most important thing to a chinaman, starting from primary 1 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a year, his uncle had enough money for another arrangement. This time it was his younger brother to come. The priority was given to boys and so his sister has to wait. Time was against them. By the time enough money was collected for the third arrangement, it was another year again. The period had expired. Malaysia had closed its door and no citizenship shall be granted. So their sister has to stay in china with her stepmother and holds the republic of China's citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were separated. For life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger brother was 11 years old when he reached Malacca. He had to work too. Similar to his brother, he also went to the same night school learning chinese all over again in Mandarin. They lived together in a small rented room in a house full of occupants like them. Life was like a tv show then. Numerous families stayed in the same house, each family occupying a room and everyone was working hard to make ends meet. Their uncle was 52 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" The brothers" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00320.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later, the younger brother moved out to work in other places. Then it was only the elder brother and their uncle. Eventually, the uncle stopped working after sometime. In the fifties, income of a coffee shop assistant were $40 where $20 would be for his rented room. There would be only $20 left for the living of one uncle and his nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is ironic.&lt;/strong&gt; If their parents didn't die so young, they would have good lives and the family would be living together. They could have proper education, have decent jobs and maybe even live wealthily. Owning a shop and having your own business in the 40's is not an easy thing. A decade after their death, their sons worked in coffee shops similar to theirs. Sad, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish things could be different for them?? Stay tuned for Part II. Coming up..... ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116374912667522071?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116374912667522071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116374912667522071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116374912667522071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116374912667522071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/11/story-tellingpart-i_16.html' title='Story telling....Part I'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116340111337237707</id><published>2006-11-13T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:30:26.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Voodoos'/><title type='text'>My summons dilemma</title><content type='html'>I have been having a problem lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is parking coupons summons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to park my car around the office area recently. Due to the fact that one of my friends told me the other day that snatchers can easily get away with my bag when i am carrying it on my arm, walking to get my car. I am a easy target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a few of my colleagues experienced the incident and that was long time ago, but hey, the bad people can come back and start doing the same thing, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will help me if my bag is snatched away?? I know for a fact that even if i yell at the top of my lungs, nobody will come to save the day. That is the world today. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Unless i quickly change into my supamen's outfit in a split second without anyone noticing while doing it in the middle of the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..i park my car infront of my office. Remember my previous incident?? The 11summons??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, i did the same thing. I displayed a half hourly coupons like all my colleagues did for &lt;strong&gt;ONE WHOLE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first week, i noticed the parking warden didn't summon my colleagues' car. Out of almost 10cars, i'm the only car that got summons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 5 summons for the first day while my colleagues had none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my parking area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day i have 2. (Due to the fact that i change my coupons in the afternoon but my colleagues use only one for a whole day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, i got another 6 summons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while, my colleagues got none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed. Why is my car the only car which got fines??? I tried parking right next to my colleague who had expired parking coupons. Still, my cute fair lady was the only victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was told maybe my fair lady is too cute so they choose my car to fine out of all those cars, coz all the others looked like gangster cars. haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I tried to believe that. Coincidently, my fair lady need to go for some check-up so i drove my bf's car. This is a typical gangster car i tell you &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(of course my bf is not a gangster lar).&lt;/span&gt; Black color, shiny, sports rim, with skirt and those added bumper on the front and back, plus a 70% black color tinted glass, cannot see anything inside except a shadowy figure. So.. you say, gangster or not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my bf have no parking coupons coz he never needed any, i didn't display any. As an experimental exercise, I lifted one of the wipers as did my colleagues and left it there just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10am....WOALA~!!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE FINE RM10.00&lt;/span&gt; for not displaying parking coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNN.....gangster car also dare to summon?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to burn down their pondok liaw. This is a typical gangster gesture to express their unsatisfaction for the parking wardens. That was what happened in the previous case . Some gangster burned down the parking warden's booth at boulevard. WUAHAHA~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheebuy... i suddenly remember their pondok is made of cement. How to burn?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day of my gangster car experience, i parked right behind my other colleague at the side of a building who had no summon for all this while. He taught me all the tricks he did. Display 2 half hourly coupons at 10am for the morning session which last until 11am and another 2 coupons for the afternoon session at 2pm to 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i followed but I displayed one coupons at 10am and displayed a new coupon at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day........ the whole row of cars parked at the same location as i did got summons. lol~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, because i changed my coupons at 2pm, i got only 2 summons. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague who didn't displayed new parking coupons after 11am, got 9summons~!! He almost broke my record of 11 summons. haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i suddenly wondered. How can the parking warden knew which car was mine?? For all this while, my fair lady is the only target. Now that i changed car, my car was still targetted~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it struck me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE PARKING WARDEN IS MY SECRET ADMIRER~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must be hiding at some corner every morning, peeping at me getting down from the car so he knew which car i was driving~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He issued summons to me everyday because he wanted to get my attention~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, he anticipated for me to go to the pondok to pay the summons so he can get a closer look at me. MUAHAHAH~!!!! I am so CLEVER to figure this out. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, i have to figure out a way to burn down the pondok to deminish the fire of anger within me.&lt;br /&gt;WUAAHAHAHH~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.: The summon thingie is still ongoing and i am finding ways for a summon free day. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update : For the past 2 days, i got no summons. WUAHAHA~!!! I have found the secret to summons free parking. :-D My secret admirer had transfered to some place else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116340111337237707?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116340111337237707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116340111337237707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116340111337237707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116340111337237707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-summons-dilemma.html' title='My summons dilemma'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116219771806155881</id><published>2006-10-30T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:59:05.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enlightment'/><title type='text'>I need plastic surgery.</title><content type='html'>Today, i woke up feeling like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED A LIPOSUCTION ON MY FAT THIGHS AND BUTTOCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, that's so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst of all, i think i really Really REALLY need a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SILICONE IMPLANT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&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;Plus, i think i also need a laserpeel, a collagen boost and a cosmetic surgery on my eyes to remove all the fine lines. It is all i needed to stay young and pretty at this time. The list will definitely get longer next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might include another operation for reshaping my face. My face is too wide to my liking. Although my momma said i have an apple-shaped face which is cute, i think i have a &lt;strong&gt;FAT Big&lt;/strong&gt; face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm considered lucky. At least my mum don't tell me i have 'water retention', edema or something else. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM OLD. AND I AM GETTING OLDER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day i need to talk about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have HUGE THIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, they are so huge you will have nightmares if you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My momma once said : How come you are so slim on the top but your legs look like tree trunks??&lt;br /&gt;When i wear skirt, tight fitting skirt, my body will look like a bottle neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, A BOTTLE NECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="The bottle neck" style="CURSOR: hand" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/my%20body.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look so bad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i will give you a better picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the whole figure, it portrays a VASE.&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;img title=" The ultimate VASE" style="CURSOR: hand" height="321" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/The%20vase.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add a bit of details. Whoala~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May i now presents you. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIGURE OF THE CENTURY.&lt;/strong&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" FIGURE OF THE CENTURY" style="CURSOR: hand" height="282" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/The%20complete%20details.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. That explains all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand my dilemma now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still don't, go and ask your mum to give you a few slap. Maybe with the stars above your head, you can see better. ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me with a pairs of pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a bit creative. Orange pants AND a green top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you get??&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;img title="Carrot Manny" style="CURSOR: hand" height="329" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/Untitled-1.2.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARROT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i wear a purple pants???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Brinjal Manny" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/Brinjal%20Manny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRINJAL MANNY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; i look like a junk food wrapping. Chips wrapping to be precise )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Correction. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;QUEEN BRINJAL MANNY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i wear a knee length skirt, it usually ended up like an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this time, you imagine yourself. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a quote today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE : NOT THAT YOU DIDN'T TRY. IT'S JUST THAT YOU DIDN'T TRY HARD ENOUGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116219771806155881?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116219771806155881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116219771806155881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116219771806155881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116219771806155881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-plastic-surgery.html' title='I need plastic surgery.'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116193467064338761</id><published>2006-10-27T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:28:16.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>Geylang</title><content type='html'>I had been so ever eager to have a look at Geylang and see how it's like. Even it's name indicate what it is already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Farm. Eh...maybe CHICKS Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard so many stories from friends about how Geylang looks like with the streets and rows of houses, how they operate and how beautiful some of the ladies are.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be heaven for guys... Hell for housewives. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my last trip to JB, i managed to get down to Singapore for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so coincidental that one of my friend stays in an area near Geylang so we would definitely pass-by the place if we were to send him home. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got my first visit to Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't much of what i imagined. It was totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big wide main road with shop lots on the left and right side. Everywhere were cars and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Geylang..." style="CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00257.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was filled with people. Lots and LOTS of people. So many people that i was kinda confused by the stories i heard. All the kopitiam were packed. Families. Group of youngsters. People in nice, smart suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH... i was thinking to myself: Singapore's mental acceptance of hookers are definitely different than Malaysia. The parents bring their kids to geylang for some education purposes? To watch the ladies on the streets while they are at work? Student also so casual about this stuff??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where are the small streets and rows of houses, brothels that i heard??&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;Then it crossed my mind that Geylang is also famous for its eateries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the things made sense liaw.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets and rows of houses are actually in between in the shoplots on one side of the road. Not really as narrow as i thought it might be. In the movies, we always see small, dirty, dark alleys with women standing by the entrance of the house, waving for the men passing by to go in. I guess i really watched too much movies. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Lorong 10" style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00260.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exploration was not fruitful that night. Alleys were empty. Doors were closed. Nobody was on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the police cars were in the area looking out for law offenders. All the illegal prostitues had gone back into the house to hide. Those who were legal actually do not need to stay on the street to hunt for men because men go to them automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, legal prostitutes have to go through medical check-up to make sure they are fit and save to do 'business'. As to how often they do the medical check-up, i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind that HIV takes some time to actually show on the test. A few weeks??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there is a lady who passed the test because the virus has yet to be detected in her system??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm sure such a case has not happen before. &lt;s&gt;Or maybe my information is wrong.&lt;/s&gt; Because if it did, the singaporean government would have banned prostitution in their country. Now, what will the prostitues do to earn a living then? I know. Sweep the streets??? lol... They make good house maid too, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was visiting the place. I found a place fits for a QUEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" HER MAJESTY drinking place...." style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00259.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Majesty Karaoke and Pub. So my people certainly understands my needs. ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, on a different topic, i was chatting with my friends today. Uncle was sick for the last 3 weeks: ( some of the conversation deleted coz it's just too loOoong )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did u think about Boy??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Boy misses you~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uncle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i scared to go out sometimes coz i scared might have attack or sth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when it hits its bad i cant breath and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ngai teeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uncle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so stay home watch tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;why u make it sound like heart attack or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think he's thinking bout jesus now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not thinking bout me, Her majesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thinking about who le?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;i think he's thinking bout jesus now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uncle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wat jesus oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uncle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LORD PLEASE HELP ME. TAKE AWAY THIS EVIL DISEASE THAT PLAGUE ME FOR THE PAST MONTH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uncle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gaaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u know.. the guy with long hair, long beard, and shepherds plenty of sheeps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siapa itu?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and he loves white. ... jesus rocks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how come suddenly got sheep liaw?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uncle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;since when got sheep 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uncle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sessssat betul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u talking about SCHOOL OF ROCK har? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why is it so difficult for u guys to associate jesus with sheeps??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;now what has jesus got to do with sheep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing. So you know or not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seems like i'm de most 'alim' one.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jesus as the shepherd of de sheep... shepherd of human spirits.. those are common lines in de bible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have a bible at home u know.. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uncle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uncle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who doesnt have a bible at home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uncle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pffft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uncle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well,which CHRISTIAN dont have bible at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uncle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if u got alquran then diff la..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her majesty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My house got books for TOTO 4D, that counts or not??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uncle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if u pray to it everyday maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116193467064338761?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116193467064338761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116193467064338761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116193467064338761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116193467064338761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/10/geylang.html' title='Geylang'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116184967422097596</id><published>2006-10-26T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:33:55.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Just as predicted : A Boring Holiday</title><content type='html'>Well, nothing out of ordinary happened for this Raya Holiday. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody sent me their Rendang for a review. I didn't get to eat any layer cake. What a sad sad thing.....&lt;br /&gt;It's still not too late you know? So send me your delicacies. I'm still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for my cousin's wedding which fell on Tuesday (first day of holiday), i would have been bored to death by the time it reached 8pm that nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tuesday morning :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt told us to be at her house around 8am something that day for her daughter's traditional chinese matrimony &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;( the part where the couple have to serve tea to all the elderly at a specific time and receive ang pow. Well, it's not that bad, still can receive ang pow for serving tea. But sadly speaking, it's gonna be their last time to EVER receive any ang pows again. Poor couple. I still can receive ang pow. haha... ).&lt;/span&gt; I went there after 10 coz i didn't plan to sit there for 2hrs looking like an idiot by myself. It's a great timing. I got there just in time for everything. The mee-sua. The tea-serving ceremony. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;( My cousin didn't serve tea. They 'kow-tow 3 times' instead, which i feel like kinda bad luck for the elders because it looked like they were dead and the couple were 'praying' or paying respect to them. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not many relatives were there. I could say my sister's wedding matrimony was merrier and more lively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tuesday Afternoon :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for lunch with one of my good friend who's back from Singapore for a short holiday. Chatted for a while and tried to figure out both of our future &lt;s&gt;family&lt;/s&gt; career but in vain. We are hopeless. It is during these times that i wish i'm a rich-spoiled-brat princess. Haha....or maybe a freeloader can do already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tuesday Evening :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared myself for the wedding dinner and off my family went. The arrangement for the tables was brilliant. Thanks to my super clever younger cousin. She arranged all kids to sit together at one table. ( I'm still a kid, you know?) Age ranging from 17 to 2..... erm .... eh 24 + 17months old. :-D&lt;br /&gt;We had fun sitting together. I had fun sitting together. It's been so long since us, the younger cousins, sat together and chatted like that. Even eating was so unformal and comfortable. We didn't have to wait for the elders to get their food first because there simply wasn't any old people on our table and we could eat like little children, using hands, stuffing chunks of food into our mouth and giggling at the same time. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;( i SWEAR TO GOD i didn't do that. ;-D ) &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Later then,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I joined my friends for few drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not bad for the first day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wednesday Morning :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ate breakfast, then i ate a second round of breakfast again, then...... i forgot what i did. It's either sleeping or watching tv. Oh, i went to buy a flourescent lamp. Then i watched vcd. Hong kong series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wednesday Afternoon : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Still Hong kong series. Lunch at nagaliar. We tried to have the festive feeling of the Hari Raya by having some malay food but all the kopitiam managed by Malays were all closed for the season so we went to a chinese managed kopitiam to eat nasi lemak. I felt kinda stupid for that. haha..... Then, continue with hong kong series again until i feel asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wednesday Evening :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch tv until 10.30pm and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my experience, i can say life without tv is meaningless. Without AXN, i still can survive. There was once the television at my house brokedown and we got a new set only after one week. During that week, everyone in the house was lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers walked around the house aimlessly, with no direction in their life. Laid on the sofa for 5 minutes, got up, walked up to their bed and laid down for 5minutes and came down again. Routinely repeat the same thing for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My momma sat in the living room, looking at the white color painted walls of the house and imagined a tv on the wall. When she's tired of doing that, she would lie on the sofa, pretending she's tired from watching tv and tried to get a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I laid on the bed, looking up to the ceiling and tried to daydream myself to wonderland until i got the headache for laying down too long. Spend the rest of the day in dizziness, walked around the house for 5 minutes, got back into the house and sat on the couch in the living room looking out from the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TELEVISION IS THE ONLY THING THAT KEEPS MY FAMILY ALIVE~!!!! O_o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really don't know what we can do without it. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different tone, while i was chatting with my friend just now, he complained we cannot disclose information of a friend to another friend. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( SX18 : Not suitable for children under 18months )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friend : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She came and slap all those information in my face. Asked me if it's true or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friend : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was like '???????'.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm sure she ask xxx de lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friend : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So??? If she ask xxx to go long piak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;From a female species's point of view, i can be sure she asked xxx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Meaning SHE LOVES YOU... muahaha~!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friend : xxx can just say don know ma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friend : why xxx preferred to go to tht level of detail..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty : coz they are really close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friend : A close to B,&lt;br /&gt;B close to C.&lt;br /&gt;tht does NOT mean tht A is close to C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty : haha..... are you talking maths to me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friend : how can some ppl got all these equation mixed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="The Circle of Friends = MATHS" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/Maths.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty :  I'm so good at this. Wuahah~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friend        :  looks like a blue and red coloured pussy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her Majesty :  -_-"  *fainted*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friend        :  with a pinkish clit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friend        :  hahahhha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116184967422097596?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116184967422097596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116184967422097596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116184967422097596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116184967422097596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-as-predicted-boring-holiday.html' title='Just as predicted : A Boring Holiday'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116158487790758611</id><published>2006-10-23T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:34:23.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Too bored</title><content type='html'>Raya holiday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what am i gonna do with the 2 days holiday, considering i spend my weekend liddat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saturday Morning :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with bf then went home watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saturday afternoon :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Tv, make prawn saucer (deep fried flour with prawn) as tea-time snack, which is a total failure because it was rock-hard. I had a sore jaw after chewing only 2 pieces. Paiseh. Gotta learn more from mum... i pitied my brothers who had to finish them. lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saturday Evening :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finally managed to get my bf went out at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when i complained i was starving. Met up the whole bunch of those 'hin' ppl at auntie killer's kopitiam. Suddenly, everyone has snooker fever so off we went for ONE round of pool. Not me lar, of course. If i play pool, you guys must stay AT LEAST 100M away from me or else you are gonna eat balls. haha.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sunday Morning :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ate breakfast. Loiter at my bf's office until almost 12noon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sunday Afternoon :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch tv straight for 5hrs til 5pm. Then sort my photos in the pc until 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sunday Evening :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to buy air-freshener for my fair lady which took only about half an hour. When over to a lamp chop's house for a brief chat. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(ya, i know i can talk to lamb chop. It's a talented gift i have here. :-D ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At about 9.30pm, went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, you see now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can i SURVIVE LIKE THAT????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have some rendang for this coming holiday. Any offer for a review of their rendang?? I love Kek Lapis too. I promised i won't give the cons &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*fingers' crossed* &lt;/span&gt;like what &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2006/10/lg_kg810_chocol.php" target="_blank"&gt;kenny&lt;/a&gt; did. And you DO want it COMMERCIALISED, don't you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Layer Cake" style="CURSOR: hand" height="156" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/lapiscake.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favourite. Yum yum~~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(I never like to eat cake. Only layer cake will change my mind.) ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116158487790758611?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116158487790758611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116158487790758611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116158487790758611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116158487790758611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/10/too-bored.html' title='Too bored'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116116037851179711</id><published>2006-10-18T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:29:50.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Voodoos'/><title type='text'>Parking Summons</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot to post this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, i could say i wasn't in my best of moods. Blame it to the weather. It was a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On rainy days, i have to park my car infront of the office so i don't get myself soaked. These parking lots are governised, meaning to say, we have to put parking coupons for duration of the lot that we occupied. On normal days, i will drive to the free parking zone further behind the office, which is a bit of distance away and walk to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised &lt;s&gt;my bf have used up my coupons when he drove my car last time&lt;/s&gt; i have used up my coupons and there is only ONE left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, i would drive my car back to the free parking zone before 8am, when the rain stop later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i called my bf, planning to ask him to wait for me at the free zone where i will drive over and park the car, then he can send me back since he was on his way to work also. Clever me.... :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he overslept. Still slumbering at home comfortably on his bed. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn with it. I'll have to survive with one coupon first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, my superior ask me to finish off some shit he leftover sometime ago. ):-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain haven't stopped yet and my coupon had EXPIRED. Kanina...to hell with the coupons lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still raining, and i didn't want to go all the way to buy a stupid parking coupon. They could summon all they want today. I was not planning to buy any coupons today. NOT EVEN IF THE RAIN STOPPED. Damn pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke was coming out from the top of my head. Fire was flaring out of my nostrils. My pupils was turning into red colour. I turned into a red devil~.. Grr......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, this is what i got.&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;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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="SUMMONS!!!" style="CURSOR: hand" height="262" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00292.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess i got how many of them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Fan style" style="CURSOR: hand" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00301.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 parking fine. RM 1 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Lined-up" style="CURSOR: hand" height="258" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00296.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady only started to write down the summons after 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="stacked" style="CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00300.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You notice something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came in running numbers.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Running no.1" style="CURSOR: hand" height="263" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00297.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 different running numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Running no.2" style="CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00298.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the lady must be damn tired of writing my fine so she asked her partner to write instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i only got $11 parking fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the government impose that whoever do not display any parking coupon shall be fine $10 for the day provided the car stay in the same parking lot throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;However, if you display 1 coupon (like me), they will issue a fine to you after each consequent expired period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i DO NOT DISPLAY ANY COUPON, i will only be fined $10 a day, instead of the $11+$0.42 (coupon) = $11.42.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point : People who do not even bother to put a parking coupon will get lesser fine than those who do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lessen learnt : Do not bother to put ANY PARKING COUPON AT ALL if you only have one left for the day. (applies only to the blue parking zone)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government is so smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116116037851179711?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116116037851179711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116116037851179711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116116037851179711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116116037851179711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/10/parking-summons.html' title='Parking Summons'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116107350183623638</id><published>2006-10-17T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:04:04.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><title type='text'>I will miss you.</title><content type='html'>When you know someone is leaving for good, near or far, it brings an acheness in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;A sour feeling that spreads itself from the heart til it reaches the mouth and stay there for the rest of the day. Emptiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time can take it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed, we are getting closer. Spending more quality &lt;s&gt;drinking&lt;/s&gt; time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came as a shock when suddenly things are gonna change. But i saw something was coming, shown on the face of your utmost loved one after your kl trip. He looked utterly sad and was totally unable to tilt the corners his mouth upward for even a slightest smile that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is gonna miss you greatly, Jnee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the best for you. For better or worst, you are gonna be the lifetime friend that i'm gonna cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, you are the sunshine among the dull crowd. You bring happiness to people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it be your outspoken character or the girl in you who drink like there's no liquor tomorrow, everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will happen after you left. Will the group still come out and drink like last time?? Neh, I doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, thank you for all the happy moments you brought to me.&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (and the dancing ideas too) &lt;/span&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As near as KL is, there is still a distance in between. Emails, phonecalls cannot replace seeing you in real person, listening to your silly jokes and cute facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time pass, i hope things will still be the same. We are still gonna stay so 'hin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you soon, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Loving couple" style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00307.0.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you don't mind the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116107350183623638?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116107350183623638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116107350183623638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116107350183623638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116107350183623638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-will-miss-you_17.html' title='I will miss you.'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116054408750023705</id><published>2006-10-11T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:45:55.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Imagination Freedom</title><content type='html'>Before i write anything, read this first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=500 height=800,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/DSC00271.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00271.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Click for larger image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=500 height=800,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/DSC00272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Click for larger image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand any of this. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assume this is my diary, i think i can express my feelings anyway i want, rite?&lt;br /&gt;:-( :-) :-&gt; ;-Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think twice before you answer that because there are idiots out there who might not agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above newspaper article can prove evidence. (Taken when i was in JB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Malas in Malay Language means LAZY. &lt;s&gt;Morons.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote "&lt;strong&gt;because any 17-year old girl would surely be unhappy that yet another rich Datuk has been taken off the market&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in the world would be sad over an &lt;strong&gt;OLD &lt;/strong&gt;Datuk (40+ years old?) being taken off the market, especially from a 17 years old girl? His face is so wrinkled, freckled and old that it's like she is kissing her father when she kisses with him. It disgusts me to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think any girl can bear the nausea unless the guy is RICH. You know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time she reach 22, there might be even more YOUNGER and RICHER datuks. So what is worth so unhappy about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LAZY leader sure have some IQ level that shock the nation. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.: How could such thing happen in our country? I thought policemen are suppose to prevent crime and protect the innocent. Did the poor 17years old girl conduct any crime? Since when the law state that we cannot use only one emoticon in our writings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116054408750023705?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116054408750023705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116054408750023705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116054408750023705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116054408750023705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/10/imagination-freedom.html' title='Imagination Freedom'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-116036428427609142</id><published>2006-10-09T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:08:37.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Voodoos'/><title type='text'>Karma. Things come around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I realise that the world really has karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get back things they did to others and GOD always punish these people for what they did. Be it happen after 10 years or 20 years, these sinful people WILL GET WHAT THEY DESERVE. Wuahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a god believer myself but i do know and understand one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One should not do onto others what one do not wish to happen upon oneself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds something like that, i think. Anyway, it is what i believe and how i treat people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank as i might be, i'm just speaking my mind. I always tell people what i have in my mind. My TRUTHFUL HONEST opinions. It might not sound nice to people who don't accept what i said. But bear it in mind that, what i said is what i think best for me or for the people that i'm speaking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH always HURTS. It does because people are just so ignorant of the things that happen around them and one only realise it after another person came along and tell one about it. But instead of absording what the friends spilled out from their hearts, sometimes, these bloody stupid idiots rejected all the truth, start living in denial and tell everyone that YOU are a arrogant, bitchy,deceiveful person because you like to hurt people's feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can come and ask me opinions about something and i can swear that i will give you the same answers after 5 years. No, i don't have good memories. In fact, I don't remember anything i said once they are out of my mouth. I don't need to. Because if things that you say come from the bottom of your heart, you will always say the same thing even after 5years. Honest people like me don't need good memories. Only liars do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to what people say to me. I ask when i need opinions and when i do, i take in everything. 100% of it. Honest feedbacks. I talk when i need someone to share my feelings. The world sometimes, is a bit lonely if you live by yourself. Everyone of us has a little world of our own that we keep in our heart. It will be a present from god if you have ONE good friend beside you. A friendship that bonds so ever closely. I believe one such friendship is enough to last you a lifetime. I have found such a friend. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I once had a close friend who i shared all my thoughts. I cherished our friendship. I never did anything to hurt him. I admit my honest words sounded very harsh to him and sometimes, he couldn't take it. He backstabbed me infront of my ex after we broke up. I am not a bad person myself, i can say. Because if i am, my ex wouldn't have told me the whole story that the friend approached him and backstabbed me. My ex warned this friend is not a good person. (I guess this is Karma. So much for the backstabbing he did, in the end, my ex know i'm the good person and he's the jerk.) I was devastated then. I had lost a 10 years friendship. But it woke me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends always help each others out. When I need favours, I turn to those I think I can trust. I ask favours from them because i thought these people are my friends and they will help me when i needed help. At least i treat them as MY FRIENDS. Asking favour is not an easy thing. I feel that i am scrapping away my dignity everytime i ask for one. Even if my friends promised to help but they didn't, i never get pissed over it. I say to myself, they just promised. It is not their responsibility. Decision to help or not, lies on their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I don’t expect a 'Yes' everytime I need help. Sometimes, friends might have situations, circumstances, and they will say 'No'. I understand. That is UNDERSTANDING. Nothing is granted. Infact, I appreciate friends who say an honest 'No' instead of a staged-drama-pullout 'Yes'. Let's call these bloody idiotic people JACKASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These JACKASS might even &lt;strong&gt;verbally&lt;/strong&gt; offer more help of what u asked from the favour. Not only they didn't help, they backstab you by making stories and tell it to everyone who knows you as if it's a joke. Sorry to tell you, I don't buy this kind of stories. Talk all you want about it. I don't get hurt by those insults you make infront of my friends. I don't cry or feel hurt by something that you created to hurt me or my reputation. I am what i am and people see that. Because of that, people come to me and tell me what they hear. My oh my.... so i heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, everyone will find out that JACKASS is the indeed the real jerk. haha... I am so HAPPY :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i always think that human is good in nature. People will not hurt me unless i hurt them first so i NEVER GOSSIP about other people (unless they offended me really bad, still, i don't create stories. I cursed them. Wuahaha). I dare to say i never talk bad things about people just to ruin their reputation nor make up some stories and spread it like it's on CNN or something (what's the point of doing all this?). But i think this isn't how the world function today. I'm too naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, the thing about Karma. It goes and comes around. Everything we do will come back to us one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need more information on Gossip's Theory and how it works. Click &lt;a href="http://suemen.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/2006/08/gossips_theory_1.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my so-called 'friends', i pity you people because for all the things you do, in the end, you will rot to death in loneliness. Needless to say, i did nothing so i will still go to heaven with all my close friends. Wuahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I had a very busy weekend. My sister's wedding banquet in miri is finally over. The entire family is exhausted. So this coming weekend is the kuching wedding banquet. wow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-116036428427609142?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/116036428427609142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=116036428427609142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116036428427609142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/116036428427609142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/10/karma-things-come-around.html' title='Karma. Things come around.'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-115952923457246539</id><published>2006-09-29T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:58:28.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>My first nite out in JB.</title><content type='html'>Pity myself when i'm in JB. Only get to enjoy going out once and that's on the second nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring my camera along. So all pictures taken were with my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, almost all of the picture in this kingdom comes from my K750i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop. Let me see.... where did we go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat dinner at a fren's house coz he wanna get something from home. Got to know him on the first day during my training. At the end of the day, we are all like buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know some people like this two guys. Lawrence is from JB but working in kl. Ng is from kl. They drove down all the way from kl to JB to attend the training, afterall, it's compulsory in their company for their own staff to attend. I'm just there as an cast-off. haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, they are the most 'fai chai' &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(cantonese)&lt;/span&gt; u can ever meet. lol&lt;br /&gt;It's really my pleasure to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we stop by the ZON coz Ng said he wanted to have a look. The Zon is a building with shopping complex below and hotel located at upper floors. It's actually a tax free outlet. Chocolates, wine, liqour, cigarettes, anything lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="only if u can handle it, ok?" style="CURSOR: hand" height="258" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00233.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the name implies, i guess you can only go in if u can handle it. CAN YOU HANDLE IT?? WE ARE HANDLE-BAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a stupid name. haha........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the owner thinks he can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even let you have the chance to tell everyone YOU can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00234.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;You can see my reflection on the glass panel. ;-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walk up to the hotel lobby....maybe about 5 floors up. Couldn't remember exactly coz i was busy asking my fren to 'hoi foong' &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(cantonese:open room)&lt;/span&gt; at the hotel. haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="lobby area" style="WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="263" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00232.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantonese are really funny if you know how to speak. Plus, i watched too many stephen chow's movie already. My mind is all corrupted by his comedy. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Practically useless" style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00231.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the here is very nice. Able to see all the corridors and the coffee house is just right in the centre of everything. Live singing performance and people sitting there enjoying their drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my brother-in-law told me it's very noisy from inside the rooms. All the commotion below is making the hotel guests going crazy while they try their best to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another stupid design...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Lawrence brought us to try out the mee rebus. I never tried that before when i was in kl for 4 years and i didn't plan to do it now. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think local JB must be damn lazy to think of a name for their shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="GERAI mee rebus" style="CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00237.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a teh tarik and a couple of otak-otak. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng said he wanted to go to a place. So after the supper, we headed to the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Danga Bay" style="CURSOR: hand" height="274" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00247.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dangabay.com" target="_blank"&gt;Danga Bay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local attraction in JB for tourists. Honestly, i find the place quite nice. I can see singapore from across the water.&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(i dunno whether it's a river or sea, so just call it water. ;-) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00239.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00240.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;So blurry...but still can see, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=300,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Danga%20bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Blocked" style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 142px" height="100" alt="Blocked" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/Danga%20bay.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafeteria area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Floating Restaurant" style="CURSOR: hand" height="258" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00244.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A floating restaurant. It must be damn nice to eat there and watch the view from their side. I will img&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Choo choo train" style="CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00243.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To promote the place to locals and visitors, the management come up with the idea to bring visitor around in these 'train'. Of course not all of them look as nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train will take you from the centre, heading to the right side of the bay to the festival shopping area or whatever (also forgot liaw), then turn back and use the same route and head back to the left end side of the bay. The whole trip takes only about 10 minutes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00246.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the path towards the right end of danga bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="250" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00245.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have small tents like these among the trees and bamboos. It's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further down, there is some stonehenge-lookalike rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00248.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This circle of rock resembles a clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photos are all so damn lousy i also dunno what they are showing. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed back to where we parked the car and left for our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda tired. Almost 11pm by the time we left Danga Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to drive about 20minutes before we can reach the hotel..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-115952923457246539?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/115952923457246539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=115952923457246539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115952923457246539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115952923457246539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-first-nite-out-in-jb.html' title='My first nite out in JB.'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-115932873034839357</id><published>2006-09-27T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:35:47.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delicacies'/><title type='text'>My first meal in JB</title><content type='html'>Marrybrown used to be a good place for fastfood beside KFC, McDonalds and Sugarbun in my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sugarbun is a local fastfood chain established by sarawakians couple of decades ago. I grew up knowing they had the best chicken burger ever! But after years of business, the food somehow don't hold up to the quality it once offered, and competitors are taking a big chunk of the meat. To survive, they introduced local dishes like meehoon soup, nasi lemak etc into their menu. They were the first to introduced savoury rice and it was a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MarryBrown opened up a branch in miri about a decade ago, but around year 2001 their business was so bad that they had to give it a call and roll the mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the first to come up with mashed potato and back then, their mashed potato was above all others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald focus on Burgers&lt;br /&gt;Burger king: Burgers&lt;br /&gt;KFC: Fried Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Sugarbun: specialty- savoury rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MarryBrown : Nuggets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have the best nuggets. Chicken, crab, fish, prawn... yum yum~!!&lt;br /&gt;On their menu, you can find a set called seafood platters. Combination of fish, crab and prawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite is the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAWN fingers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It is simply AWESOME. SUPERB~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Heaven decends everytime i take a bit of it. :-D&lt;br /&gt;If you like prawn as i do, it's worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't find Marrybrown in KL town area, or PJ, even Cheras. It's no where seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when i was still in college, during every holiday break whenever i'm back to my beloved hometown, i never miss going to Marrybrown for their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PRAWN fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I always order 2 serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each serving comes with 6 fingers and one serving is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Marrybrown close-down in Miri, i had nowhere to go for my crave for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fingers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; except ONE place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Genting Highland. They have branches there. Last time they have an outlet just right beside the themepark. Now, they have it inside the new building of First world hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom go to Genting Highland. Needless to say, i never forget my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAWN finger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whenever i go there. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i arrived at JB airport, i walk around the building, wondering what to take for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw the word&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MARRYBROWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~!!! It's in the airport. Infact, Marrybrown is everywhere in JB. A friend later told me Marrybrown originated from JB. Good~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;ran&lt;/s&gt; scurried to the counter, ordered my food and waited patiently. ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Marrybrown" style="CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00221.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variety design of dining table to suit the Public. Comfortable sofa seats with round table, conventional rectangular 4seater table, round table, side bar table and even swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="colorful corners" style="WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" height="275" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00219.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Colorful designs. They have a TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the swing of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Swing seats" style="CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00227.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my favourite arrived~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="PRAWN FINGERS~!!!!!!" style="CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00223.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good when one is easily satisfied. :-D&lt;br /&gt;I always self-satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem...i mean make myself content with what i have. OK??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my embarassing humongous appetite, just one &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAWN finger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't do the job. To try other stuff, i ordered another meal set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Fish burger set meal" style="CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00222.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main course: fish burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Nothing Special. Not really nice :-( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Fish Burger" style="CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00225.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer: French fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;GOOD, with the soft mash-potato like content inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="French FLIES" style="CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00224.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side dish: FINGER SUCKING GOOD &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAWN fingers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="My PRAWN FINGERS!!!!!" style="CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00228.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, heaven decends upon me. I see angels  smiling to me. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.: This page is dedicated to my Beloved PRAWN FINGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-115932873034839357?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/115932873034839357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=115932873034839357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115932873034839357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115932873034839357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-first-meal-in-jb.html' title='My first meal in JB'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-115838999293863898</id><published>2006-09-16T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:43:38.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>Senai Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's my second time to this airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time was about 2 years ago. Arrived at nite about 10pm, flagged down a taxi, rushed to the JB immigration checkpoint to get to Singapore to check-in at our hotel. By the time we were in our rooms, it was about 11pm or nearing to midnight. Couldn't remember exactly, i was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let you all know, i have car-sickness, sea-sickness, worst of all, air-sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, when travelling on the roads, i only travel in private cars, either it's my family's, my own or my frens, so puking is not that bad. Because they can always stop at roadside for me when we are half way on a long-distance journey. Thank goodness i'm leaving behind the public transport days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(If i'm taking a tour package to some other countries, maybe the tour bus will be my problem coz i had the experience before but, until then i'm still fine.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to car, planes will be the second most worrying journey for me. Generation like us travel a lot on airplanes. It's unavoidable since i'm living in an island. I'm always, ALWAYS very exhausted when i travel by air. If possible, i'll sleep through the entire journey and wake up when the pilot announce it's time for landing. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I slept for 13 hours on a flight last time, and it's NOT good i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea-sickness....hmm... that will come eventually coz i'm working in a field which requires frequent offshore visits. But so far, i haven't got the chance to go out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid of going out, just worry over the conditions i'll suffer onboard the ship and not being able to produce since i'll be too dizzy and puke 24hrs non-stop. I once lost 2kgs, just staying onboard for 4days and it's reported as CALM WEATHER. You can imagine how bad it was for me. What if it was BAD weather?? Swell of 3m?!?!?! I'd jump over board. Believe me, i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senai airport is much nicer than i remembered them. Maybe they had a renovation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's different from all the other newly renovated airports. Take away the shiny marble floor and walls, the glass panels, the maroon and green colour chairs and fill them with wooden paneled floors, sleek black chairs and white and cream color painted walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Senai Airport" style="CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00214.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice??&lt;/span&gt; Look like a shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the glass paneled walls overlooking the airport traffic area are nice. Not green and rectangular but blue-ish with rounded corners. It softens the environment. Airport used to give me cold feelings but this one is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Aisle to the main hall downstairs" style="WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="279" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00215.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a stop to the toilet. And woala~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the toilet design is nice. White walls, white floors, white basin, everything in white. &lt;s&gt;Of course toilet bowl white also lar.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="White toilet" style="CURSOR: hand" height="277" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00216.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus they put plants on the basin,it softens the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Nice...loo" style="CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00217.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loo fits for a Queen. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the picture i have taken from the airport. I'll update more when i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.: Currently in singapore at my fren's place. Spend the weekend here coz JB is too boring already and no frens around. I'll be 24hrs in the hotel room if i stay in JB. Will die liddat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-115838999293863898?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/115838999293863898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=115838999293863898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115838999293863898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115838999293863898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/09/senai-airport.html' title='Senai Airport'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-115799496774114616</id><published>2006-09-12T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:44:12.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>Her Majesty Sudden Visit</title><content type='html'>Greetings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her majesty shall be visiting a small town in the country of Orang Utan, named JB for the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, Her royal highness shall not be able to greet her people for the this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much regrets, but the visit is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Majesty hope her people shall be sending her greetings and blessings while she's not in her kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all her people pray for her safety and smooth journey ahead. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Majesty wishs to send out good wishes for her people while she's out of Kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-115799496774114616?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/115799496774114616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=115799496774114616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115799496774114616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115799496774114616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/09/her-majesty-sudden-visit.html' title='Her Majesty Sudden Visit'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-115787627841323779</id><published>2006-09-10T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:56:14.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Best car racer in Town</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Takumi Fujiwara, aka, the &lt;strong&gt;Initial D&lt;/strong&gt; driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, my main aim was just to send tofu to our customer, to a hotel on Mt. Akina. My dad previously was the one making the deliveries but since he has to take care of the tofu shop and make tofu, he no longer make deliveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As u might have known i have won numerous races on Japan's Gunma Prefecture. After years of challenges, i no longer find any competitive challenger in my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly, I have to moved out of my beloved country to seek drivers with superb driving skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in Malaysia. In the oil town of the state of hornbills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am calling for all professional racing drivers in this state to come and challenge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be waiting on Canada hill every Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you DARE, come challenge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have delivered my car all the way from Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Toyota Sprinter Trueno GT-APEX" style="CURSOR: hand" height="282" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00191.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;( Her Majesty welcome Initial D to her kingdom. lol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-115787627841323779?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/115787627841323779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=115787627841323779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115787627841323779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115787627841323779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-car-racer-in-town.html' title='Best car racer in Town'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-115761811068291512</id><published>2006-09-07T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:41:52.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Oh my, What is this?</title><content type='html'>Today, i came across a piece of news on Yahoo!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heading caught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060906/ap_on_re_eu/austria_missing_girl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A place to despair: Kidnapped Austrian teen speaks out after 8 years held in a cell.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How catchy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl was abducted on the street 8 years ago. She was 10 yrs old then. Now, she 18. Her name is Natascha Kampusch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Natasha at 10" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the story, she was encaged in a "windowless cell in the dingy basement " for 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her captor,Priklopil, kept her with him under the basement for 8 freaking years!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was he thinking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he wanted a daughter, he can just go and have sex with some anonymous ladies, fucking make them pregnant and choose any daughter to his liking among the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, that's such a cruel thing to say from me. :-Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everybody does as what i say, i would be some kid who don't have a father coz he choose his other daughter over me. The world will be full with orphans. And single parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or&lt;/strong&gt; if he wanted a lady in the house, just get attached. Wouldn't that be easier??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is really crazy. Kidnapping other people's child and raise them in a cage. Buying the girl clothes (she grow from a kid to an adult, u know) , feed her, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bring her shopping&lt;/span&gt;?!?!?!? My goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;she once struggled in vain to make eye contact with people when her captor took her shopping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think kids who got kidnapped like that surely go nuts one. They might suffer from schizophrenia. Hallucination is definite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after years of being held captive, i think she really is nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she regretted that Priklopil committed suicide "because he could have explained so much more to me and to the police" &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is she talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody in a sane manner will say such thing if they were being held captive in a windowless cell for eight years???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Natascha Kampush" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she did not feel she missed out on much during her years as a prisoner, and she said she "mourned in a certain way"for Priklopil&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think &lt;strong&gt;she liked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Just that they are both too crazy to realise AND admit it. You won't go to the press and tell them that you fell in love with your 8-years-kidnapper, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will send her to mental institution before she can say another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between, Natasha might even had a relationship going on with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ORF said Kampusch had decided which questions to answer and had refused to be asked anything intimate. Police have said she may have had sexual contact with her captor, but have refused to elaborate.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's a whole new way of getting yourself free woman and free sex in this era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you have felt and said if you were her, after being held captive for 8 freaking years??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you have said the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our world is really getting crazy and crazier each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.: My mind did an amazing thing just now. I almost fucked up my work becuse i forgot to call a guy for some confirmation today. Everything is in office and i'm at home now. Miraculously, my mind recalled back the mobile number, although i just came across it ONCE yesterday afternoon. I get to call the guy and put everything back in order for tomorrow. :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-115761811068291512?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/115761811068291512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=115761811068291512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115761811068291512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115761811068291512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-my-what-is-this.html' title='Oh my, What is this?'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-115751337631222025</id><published>2006-09-06T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:38:32.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>My Cameronian Day.</title><content type='html'>This will be the post for the entire trip in cameron highland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To document everything so i can recall happy moments when i read this back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, August 6th 2006, we woke up at 7 something to get ready to go to Pudu Raya Bus station. According to &lt;a href="http://www.cameronhighlands.com/Destination_Guide/Getting_Here/bus_schedule" target="_blank"&gt;them&lt;/a&gt;, the bus leaves at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to buy bus tickets the day before coz i was too eager to go Wan Utama shopping. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the experience with the ticket seller wasn't that pleasant so i'm not gonna write that down. Wanna keep this entry happy happy. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to &lt;strong&gt;CAMERON HIGHLAND~!!&lt;/strong&gt; Here I come &lt;strong&gt;CAMERON&lt;/strong&gt;~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bus ticket RM25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Yeah. On our way we go" style="WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3201_1.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All angmos get to sitting in front. All locals sit behind. You see the empty seats infront of me. Those are vacant. I overheard the bus conductor walkie talkie to the ticket counter informing them of the empty seats. I bought my tickets early so why am i seated at the back row of the bus?? In fact, we were given the furthest seats down the aisle, the last 2 rows. Kanasai.......Damn the ticket seller. One of the pissing moments of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the landscape along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="kampung houses" style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3202_1.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I noticed the main electrical cable from TNB to the kampung houses along the road are extremely low. They don't have a decent metal post/frame to support the cable. Most of the time, it just hung loosely on some wooden stick which looked like they were put up by the villagers themselves. If you reach up, you can actually pull down the cable yourself. Of course, you'll get electrocuted then. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Low cables" style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="254" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3203_1.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;low enough for ya? Cables seemed tangled and those plants LOVE cables very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" and up we go.." style="CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3205_1.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going up hill and up and up.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, after 4 agonising hours in the bus, i finally reached &lt;strong&gt;CAMERON HIGHLAND~!!&lt;/strong&gt; 1pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place we stayed for the nite. Twin Pines. RM30 for a room of 2. RM55, a room for 3. All with Bathrooms. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img title="Twin Pines" style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3209_1.0.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a budget trip to Cameron, not some luxurious stay okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Usually when i plan a trip, i put emphasis on food, entertainment and shopping. Accommodation wise, as long as there's a clean room and bed, i'm fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called before we went to this place and the lady was sitting there reading newspaper when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="The 'Sitting Room'" style="WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3208_1.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking in, we went for our first &lt;a href="http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-cameronian-lunch.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cameronian Lunch&lt;/a&gt;. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda late by the time we finished our lunch. Around 3pm. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the tours start at 1pm to 1.30pm. So we went to the Tourist Centre in town for ideas of how to go around sight-seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a &lt;strong&gt;SUPER DUPER&lt;/strong&gt; sweet and kind lady behind the counter, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people working behind a service counter should all learn from her. Not only she's informative. She's really polite and efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a phone call, Woala~!!! She arranged a private tour for us~!!! For only RM25 each pax!!! and we can go anywhere we want!!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so lucky to have her there. She even solved our problem for the return tickets to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently, all the tickets to kl the next morning was sold out~!!! How unlucky of us. Stupid of me for not buying it together with the KL-Cameron tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the tour guide to arrive, i took a few shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Tanah Rata main road" style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3222_1.0.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have dark under eyes circles in all my photos so i'm not gonna post a lot of my prestigious self. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the our tour guide came, driving a van. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Stop. Strawberry Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Juicy strawberry" style="WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="281" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3227_1.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda disappointed when i found out they culture strawberry like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Strawberry Farm in Malaysia" style="CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3228-1_1.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took only 2 shots. Nothing interesting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just next to the strawberry park, in a shop, we bought strawberry ice-cream for only RM1. It's simply DELICIOUS~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Stop. Boh Tea Plantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="On our way...." style="WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3234_1.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea plantation is having some kind of 'maintenance season' for their 'tea tree' when we were there. According to our tour guide, the name's Resh??, the plantation management 'trim' their trees once in every 3 yrs to keep their 'tea tree' in good short manner. Else wise, it'll be as tall as 2m or maybe more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Not pretty at all" style="WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" height="274" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3239.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellowing bushes due to cut branches and leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily they are doing it only to certain parts of the plantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Green green far ahead" style="CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3238.0.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i could still see the beautiful breath taking view of cameron highland. (My whole purpose of the trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/IMG_3261_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3261_1.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we missed the official Boh Tea Factory Tour. It was closed when we got there. 4.30pm.  :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... we had &lt;strong&gt;OUR OWN PRIVATE TOUR OF THE FACTORY&lt;/strong&gt;. Muahaha~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Resh. He certainly can pull a few strings. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/IMG_3240_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title=" Tea Machine" style="WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/IMG_3240_1.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plucked tea leaves is put onto the the conveyor belt which moves up, feeding the leaves into the machine from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/IMG_3242_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Process.." style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3242_1.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The processed tea leaves will come out from the bottom of the machine, onto another conveyor belt which looks like a drain, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/IMG_3243_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Processed tea leaves" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3243_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conveyor belt connects to another room by a small opening on the wall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" entering into another tea making room" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3245_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other room, let's see......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.....see the small opening on the wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/IMG_3247_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="into another machine..." style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3247_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it goes onto yet another converyor belt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And up it goes again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/IMG_3248_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Up it goes again...and out" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3248_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i dunno what this 'thing' (machine?/tank?) is for...but it's the final process coz the indian lady is packing up the tea leaves into big bags from the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of tea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/IMG_3246_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title=" Tea enough to last me a lifetime..." style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3246_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that there must be a few more process after this one. Well, they don't sell tea BAGs like that, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was where we were at......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Sungai Palas Tea Plantation" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3250-1_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My face look horrifying.. doesn't matter lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look kinda like a model advertising for the tea plantation with my posture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they should pay me for standing there, posing liddat for them advertisement, don't cha think? lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-115751337631222025?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/115751337631222025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=115751337631222025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115751337631222025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115751337631222025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-cameronian-day-part-1.html' title='My Cameronian Day.'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-115737200035811061</id><published>2006-09-04T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:05:49.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>With the blink of an eye, Bulan Ramadan is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th September 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i have work in my current company for almost a year. 11 months to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day when i first joined the company, 3th October 2005. It was during the holy fasting month for our muslim friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel weird and somehow shameful when consuming food infront of our muslim friends during the fasting season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they are, fasting for 12 hours a day, depriving themselves from food and water, in the name of their god, to purify themselves of the sins they have made during the past 12 months. And here i am, eating all the delicious food and drinking the ever so chilling ice lemon tea under the hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad, i think. And to do it infront of them, it's more sinful than watching porn. :-D&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i happen to have a muslim colleague just sitting next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember i had to drink my water very quietly and made my action less noticable coz i was feeling awkward drinking water infront of him. That was last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad in the process of working for this company, i have got myself a few close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give me laughter during my sad days. Cheered me up when i'm down. Drag themselves for happy hours with me when all they want are to get home and take a nice hot bath and have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know you have good friends around you everyday. There's always a shoulder to lean on when u need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i even got special treat early in the morning. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="heart warming breakfast" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/320/DSC00196_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Comes with chopsticks and plastic spoon served with superb chilli paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A home cooked mouth watering mee hoon..with lots and lots of ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much much appreciation from me for Yumeji's thoughtfulness and her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't drool, okay? You don't wanna wet your keyboard and make people stare at you for licking your monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are many more happy moments along the course of these friendships and i can't write out each and everyone of them. Fortunately, one of the happy moments was &lt;a href="http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/08/balconys-bikini-competition.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my friends. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="heart warming breakfast" style="WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 421px" height="670" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/DSC01224_1.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u guys a bunch. Wouldn't trade anything for ya all. &lt;s&gt;Okay, maybe i'll do it with a million dollar.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: To Yumeji, Aa Lang, Baby-G, Mr. Six packs, Eng Tau and Uncle Johnny, keep clear of all aliens ahead and stay happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-115737200035811061?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/115737200035811061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=115737200035811061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115737200035811061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115737200035811061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-115729193131136894</id><published>2006-09-03T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:57:18.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Health Info for your own good : Boil</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a boil before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my knowledge, boil (abscess) is a type of cyst. Or so, i think. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a many kind of cysts. I had a different cyst on my back for a few years. Few years later, i had it surgically removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said it was caused by the blockage of the gland on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't caused me any pain nor discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what it was, worried myself to death, reluctant to go to the doctor, thinking that it might be a tumor. A tumor on my back, which kinda grew bigger and bigger by the year. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i really had a tumor and i went to the doctor after 3 years of discovering it, i would be dead by now, wouldn't i??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me. Pretty ignorant of me too. We should all seek medical advise as soon as possible when we find that something is wrong with our body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the BOIL issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what a boil will look like. It may differ on individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="A big nice Boil" style="CURSOR: hand" height="303" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/untitled.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boil hurts a lot. The infected area will swell a lot and is very &lt;s&gt;tender&lt;/s&gt; fragile to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all boil heals on its own. Some took a hell of it's time, getting bigger and bigger but you still can't see any pus at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only option is to seek medical help. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the doctor will advice to operate on it. Cut open the boil, let the pus out and see if there is any 'thing' inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course anaesthetic has to be injected to the infected area. If you are &lt;strong&gt;SUPAMEN&lt;/strong&gt;, you may not need any at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Poor Toe" style="WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00199.0.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouch! So this is how it looks after the injections. Bleeding. (Don't worry. That is not my foot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The doctor had to &lt;s&gt;poke&lt;/s&gt; inject a few different area around the boil to ensure the anaestatic work nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Only after 3 freaking seconds&lt;/s&gt; Merely a few seconds later, the doc took a surgical knife and cut open the boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="He's cutting it" style="CURSOR: hand" height="274" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00200.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again, my photos are a bit too blurry. It's a god damn surgical knife he's holding i'm telling you if you cannot see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Squeezing..." style="WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" height="283" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00201.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now he's trying to squeeze out the pus. It's not really nice looking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He had a pair of those blunt-scissor-lookalike equipment on his right hand. Wonder why he need those??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Digging for Gold" style="CURSOR: hand" height="292" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00203.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, so he &lt;s&gt;poke&lt;/s&gt; inserted the 'scissors' into the opening's of the wound and went digging for gold inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Neh, it's to dig out foreign 'object' or more pus if there's still any inside the boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Job completed" style="CURSOR: hand" height="250" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00204.0.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's all done. By the way, nothing was inside. Only a teny weny bit of pus at the beginning and that's all it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making sure the opening was cleaned and nothing was inside the boil, the doctor put some bandage on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, there's no stitches involved. Not necessary, the doc said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Nicely bandaged" style="CURSOR: hand" height="274" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/DSC00205.0.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, the ordeal is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. All nicely wrapped up. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antibiotic prescribtion is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need more info on &lt;a href="http://www.medicinenet.com/boils/article.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Boil?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Weekend sucks if you have nothing to do. Sunday, i slept until 10am. Breakfast. Then watched tv. And napped at 3pm again. Woke up at almost 5pm. Cook dinner. Watch tv again. What a day. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-115729193131136894?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/115729193131136894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=115729193131136894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115729193131136894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115729193131136894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/09/health-info-for-your-own-good-boil.html' title='Health Info for your own good : Boil'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-115694207451165828</id><published>2006-08-30T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:17:43.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><title type='text'>Fright of the Year</title><content type='html'>Early morning. 6.55am. I had a heart attack. And because of that, I almost lost my common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the fright of the year when i received a phonecall. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not fright of my life coz i have more frightening experiences than this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first sentence my sister said when i answered the call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sister: "Ah ti is in hospital!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me : HAH?!?!? Hospital!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of senarios crossed my mind, possibilities of what had happened to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sister: Don't worry. He's ok. He's in the hospital now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If he's ok, why is he hospitalised????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me: Why is he in the hospital??? What happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sister: His friend hit someone on the road while they are on their way to school. Ah ti said the guy is dead so they have to go to the hospital. And the police will bring them to the station later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. That's a crime. The kid killed someone. And my brother was in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the conversation with my sister. I called my brother. Couldn't get through. Second try. Still the same. Hundreds of thoughts crossed my mind again. Are those policemen torturing my brother now? Are they not letting him switch on his handphone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried again 15minutes later. This time the phone got thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's still in hospital. Getting some treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treatment???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got some cuts on his arm when the windshield shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to talk much to my brother. He wasn't in a situation to talk so i asked him to call me if there's anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i got home, i asked my brother about the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, his fren was trying to overtake a lorry in front of them. When they were parallel on the other lane, the lorry driver overtook a vehicle in front of him shifting into the right lane, without noticing that there was a car on his right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened so fast, all the kid could do was turn the steering wheel further right, driving themselves onto the vacant land next to the road to avoid the lorry. At the same instance, there was a man cycling on the right lane coming from the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, you know what happened already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front and back windshield all shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lucky that no one inside the car suffered major injuries. But the man who was cycling wasn't that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother saw an broken arm inside the car. Torn apart. Blood was everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A limpless body was on the trail left by their car&lt;/span&gt;, partially covered by the tall growing grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body looked so deformed that &lt;strong&gt;initially they thought the head was also torn apart from the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, they realised it was actually the other arm which was torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two arms torn apart. A disfigured man lying on the ground. My bro couldn't even tell if the man was chinese or local native.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro said the man died on the spot. It looked too horrible for a human being to survive the crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were all terrified. Somehow all of them managed to stay calm enough to remember the emergency number and called the ambulance. My brother had jelly legs when the ambulance finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reporter arrived the scene together with the ambulance. Funny, rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this reported took in every inch of the scene with his camera, including the blood-soaked kid who was in the passenger seat beside the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have really lousy policemen in town i tell you. No one picked up the phone when the kids called the police station. Hello?? Semua orang pergi minum teh tarik kah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have to call for more than 5 minutes before a lazy-ass policeman answered their call. And they arrive 30 minutes after the ambulance arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;So much for the police forces in the country and to hell the security of the town will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;What if someone managed to call the police station when they are being kidnapped?? The victim would probably end up dead the next day coz the our goody-goody-lazy-ass policeman didn't pick up the bloody phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those poor kids have to wait in the ambulance and not getting any treatment for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity the limpless man lying on the ground too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" the injuries" style="CURSOR: hand" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3491_1.1.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have no idea shattered glass cause injuries like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.: We'll see what the newspaper say tomorrow. The reporter took lots of picture. Wonder if my bro is in those photos. Will update once i see the newspaper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3509_1.0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="The Scene" height="217" alt="The Scene" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3509_1.0.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A limpless body was on the trail left by their car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Poor Kids" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3507_1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor kids waiting in the ambulance for those lazy-ass policemen while the reporter took lotsa photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Parents arrived" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3502_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Parents arrived later at the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Lazy-ass policemen" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/IMG_3506_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If the man survived the crashed, do u think he would survive waiting half hour for the policemen to arrive at the scene? *Ambulance can't leave when the policemen haven't arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess that's enough photos to say it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32940820-115694207451165828?l=supamen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/feeds/115694207451165828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32940820&amp;postID=115694207451165828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115694207451165828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32940820/posts/default/115694207451165828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supamen.blogspot.com/2006/08/fright-of-year.html' title='Fright of the Year'/><author><name>Her Royal Highness</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/1600/Tiara12106large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32940820.post-115681354415847809</id><published>2006-08-29T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:42:33.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>30th anniversary of Chang Ching</title><content type='html'>If you have no idea what is 'Chang Ching' aka Rimbunan Hijau, i can tell you it's considered one of the biggest companies in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With billions ringgit worth of company assets, not to mention the cash flow, it's really a wonder most of us never heard of it. Honestly, i never, not until year 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name 'chang ching' &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pronounced as 'often green' in mandarin)&lt;/span&gt;, which means 'ever outstanding' was established in Sibu. The nature of her business initially started off with timber which then invade itself into other fields, making a huge success, not only nationally but also overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title=" Rimbunan Hijau" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8079/3119/400/RH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Rimbunan Hijau Group of Companies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was previously listed in the national ne
