<?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-15515459</id><updated>2011-07-31T16:28:21.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random + Boredom = RandomBore</title><subtitle type='html'>When all other boring remedies fail, SCREAM.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-7310790704284298501</id><published>2009-12-14T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:17:12.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The road to Hat Yai…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;… is long and tiring.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Practically sat in the car driving til my butt is sore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Started my journey with Yu Hui at a not-so-early time of 8am and stopping at the first petrol station along the NKVE for our morning breakfast – KFC’s AM Twister.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Not really an ideal breakfast, but it’ll last the journey.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;After about 4 hours drive, we took a little trip into Penang, seeing that it was along the way up north.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;But, Penang being Penang, and on a working day for them, it was jammed packed in the city area. And me not being so familiar with the roads still although I’ve travelled up there for a few times now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;After having a nice bowl of Assam Laksa and a bowl of Penang Prawn Mee, we decided to continue on our journey up north as we weren’t planning to do much sightseeing nor shopping in Penang.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;My car actually did 519km to a full tank of RON97 petrol. And that is also including the driving within Penang.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZIrzb_PqI/AAAAAAAAAew/0KueQ8qVPXE/s1600-h/IMG_0383%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0383" border="0" alt="IMG_0383" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZIsqWw1XI/AAAAAAAAAe0/TZt0gL5i590/IMG_0383_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Upon reaching the border of Thailand, we immediately proceeded to get our passports stamped and I had to get the entrance permit for my car.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The customs being a pain-in-the-neck, rejected my car grant because the car is registered under my dad and told me to get an authorisation letter from him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I drove 600over KM for that!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;So, I had to call my dad to ask him to draft an authorisation letter and fax it to the nearest place possible – the Malaysian Duty Free plaza.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Had to bother the staffs in the Duty Free office to allow me permission to receive a fax and to wait for my fax to come in. Can’t thank the lady enough for standing there, unable to finish her work and just stood there waiting for my fax.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Alas, after receiving the fax, I proceeded to drive back over to the Thailand Customs to shove that piece of authorisation letter in their face.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;We eventually stayed at a hotel called the River Grand View, got some traditional massages and went out hunting for food. And of all food, we chose the KFC there. LOL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;But I must say, their KFC is so much nicer that ours here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZItpyf9uI/AAAAAAAAAe4/d883QbUQGnQ/s1600-h/IMG_0386%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0386" border="0" alt="IMG_0386" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZIuQkbaYI/AAAAAAAAAe8/07OsPLPVpiA/IMG_0386_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Their chicken are fried with a hot and sour batter and their Pepsi comes in a nice glass cup.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZIvOCqZII/AAAAAAAAAfA/HFY7iD8e_90/s1600-h/IMG_0385%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0385" border="0" alt="IMG_0385" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZIv3OcDMI/AAAAAAAAAfE/zoZ2Ftkh6WM/IMG_0385_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="229" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;They even serve Char Siew rice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZIwiD099I/AAAAAAAAAfI/0-DR-wYzcqM/s1600-h/IMG_0387%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0387" border="0" alt="IMG_0387" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZIxH8-l2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/cov635zjssw/IMG_0387_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I only find their signs a little odd.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZIyCqtCRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/APBQJgZ35io/s1600-h/IMG_0389%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0389" border="0" alt="IMG_0389" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZIyrVVkII/AAAAAAAAAfU/Qt99-6KYVHE/IMG_0389_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The next morning, we set out further into Thailand – Hat Yai. Seeing that so many tourists couldn’t resist going there, we wanted to drive up to see what the hype was all about anyway. After all, it’s only another hour’s drive.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Along the way, I tried following Malaysian cars or tour vans to ensure I was heading in the right direction.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZIzw10M7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/GBEiSqDZ4Vs/s1600-h/IMG_0390%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0390" border="0" alt="IMG_0390" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZI0t4IPWI/AAAAAAAAAfc/F_EbWhk9elU/IMG_0390_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;We actually kind of lost our way at first, not knowing where the actual city area is, but then I found the city, purely out of instinct and curiosity. I took a wild turn into a street that looks like it was headed towards a city centre.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I can see what’s so hyped up about it. It’s more of a shopping haven, from malls to local grocery stalls. But there were so many things and so many people around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZI18YqlXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zlGz_u5VRWI/s1600-h/IMG_0391%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0391" border="0" alt="IMG_0391" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZI2lrIwMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/wrOXmgSzfsE/IMG_0391_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;We bought some local tidbits and even sat down to a nice Sharksfin meal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZI3QHlm8I/AAAAAAAAAfo/6GRdNhnvbdo/s1600-h/IMG_0393%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0393" border="0" alt="IMG_0393" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZI4GnjinI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Vx22rgXq-Lo/IMG_0393_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;It wasn’t bad, just a little pricey, seeing that it was near a tourist district. Should find out if there are other restaurants somewhere else.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Hey, their McDs have Pork Burgers, Double Big Mac and Triple Layer Cheeseburgers!!! Not fair!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Would save me so much money than to order 2 Big Macs instead of just one Double Big Mac.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;But eventually, all good things come to an end and we have to travel back to KL. A long, tiring 6 hours drive back home brings a fun weekend to its end.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZI5E1hCuI/AAAAAAAAAfw/tfMlkH89Svo/s1600-h/IMG_0394%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0394" border="0" alt="IMG_0394" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZI5rbyF6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/VYi0YLp7HzA/IMG_0394_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt; Parents indicated they would like to travel up there in the future as well. And I am to be there travel guide.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;*Groans*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;My sore butt~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;(I’ve never gotten into the habit of bringing my camera when I travel. I don’t know why.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-7310790704284298501?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/7310790704284298501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=7310790704284298501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7310790704284298501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7310790704284298501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/12/road-to-hat-yai.html' title='The road to Hat Yai…'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SyZIsqWw1XI/AAAAAAAAAe0/TZt0gL5i590/s72-c/IMG_0383_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-4234442696156212637</id><published>2009-12-09T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:22:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I just realised that I’ve not blogged in a long while.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Nor have I read any blogs for the past few weeks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I’ve just gone online lesser during my time at home and even when I am online, I rarely spend my time browsing around blogs. I even make my stops a brief one in social sites like Facebook and Twitter.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;One of the contributing factor would be that my personal laptop has been in a “hospital” for the past few weeks, limiting my access to putting nonsense histories and websites on my company laptop.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Anyway, the Christmas season is here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Sx-_WumicjI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kr6rEak8g5k/s1600-h/IMG_0379%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_0379" border="0" alt="IMG_0379" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Sx-_XqeJ3vI/AAAAAAAAAd8/PS-LtG4FXlo/IMG_0379_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Companies decorating their establishments with beautiful lightings and colourful decorations. And some even liven up the spirit by having performances.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Sx-_ZSu1ckI/AAAAAAAAAeI/pgoZZheYTeg/s1600-h/IMG_0380%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0380" border="0" alt="IMG_0380" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Sx-_aKJsqGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/FxDRRCSyZBo/IMG_0380_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Which reminds me: Start looking at my shopping list.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I am so into the holiday mood at this moment. The good thing is, every Friday until next year is a holiday!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Bought tickets to catch the Formula Drift event that’s happening next week in Serdang. I even got Grandstand tickets. Just hope it doesn’t rain and ruin the day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Sx-_be520DI/AAAAAAAAAeg/WpBmrC3yGbs/s1600-h/IMG_0381%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0381" border="0" alt="IMG_0381" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Sx-_cIy548I/AAAAAAAAAes/ln_B2fJdWBU/IMG_0381_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The ticket is good for 2 days and it’ll be fun to go around taking photos of the drift machines. Can’t wait!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The past few weeks has been great, besides the presence of work.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Been going out quite often with some old friends and being with the girlfriend. Never seems to stop keeping me occupied.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Road trip up North on Friday. Woohooo!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;(My poor car)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Til then.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-4234442696156212637?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/4234442696156212637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=4234442696156212637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4234442696156212637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4234442696156212637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/12/mia.html' title='MIA…'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Sx-_XqeJ3vI/AAAAAAAAAd8/PS-LtG4FXlo/s72-c/IMG_0379_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-7310461616720319312</id><published>2009-10-27T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:53:53.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will it extinct?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Have you ever get the feeling that, in the near future, some of the things we see around us might not exist anymore? May it be things that are good or that are bad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZz3_npf7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/-KCFGMPkEyA/s1600-h/SLR1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="SLR1" border="0" alt="SLR1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZz4dr3BpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IZVnQV1tGdg/SLR1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Paper lanterns were once seen all over the streets during my childhood days. Beautifully coloured and in all sorts of funny shapes and sizes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;But at one point, a kid gets burned and people start making battery-operated lanterns and the availability of paper lanterns slowly decrease. Not those made of full paper and in a cylindrical shape, but those with shapes using clear coloured paper.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Now, when I look at the automotive industry, I feel the same sense of extinction happening.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZz5U_UKDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/jWjZSi21E_E/s1600-h/lotus-classic-racer%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="lotus-classic-racer" border="0" alt="lotus-classic-racer" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZz6KllwgI/AAAAAAAAAck/D2KGjiC1j7Y/lotus-classic-racer_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;A lot of people, with deep insight into the industry, predict that one day supercars and hypercars will no longer exist. And they based it on the situations around the world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The economy crisis. The environmental problems. The endless war on speed. All these factors would one day, in one way or another, contribute to the extinction.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZz7P6AGAI/AAAAAAAAAco/_icJXp9LGsY/s1600-h/Bugatti_Veyron%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Bugatti_Veyron" border="0" alt="Bugatti_Veyron" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZz74WA02I/AAAAAAAAAcs/HKw5WsJRD7I/Bugatti_Veyron_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Fantastic machines that push the boundaries of what is possible; in engineering and design.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;But as much as we disagree, outside factors can and will influence the development of technologies.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Nowadays, we see manufacturers pushing for green car projects, bio-fuel, electric motors, hybrid engines and solar powered vehicles.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZz8qDMRsI/AAAAAAAAAcw/rz_ZkmEWoFc/s1600-h/Ferrari_430_Scuderia_01%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Ferrari 430 SCUDERIA" border="0" alt="Ferrari 430 SCUDERIA" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZz9eeJwzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/pzSQJQNBIkM/Ferrari_430_Scuderia_01_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;There’s nothing wrong with those developments. We can always be more environmentally conscious. But humans should never stop pushing the boundaries of speed and technology.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZz-AqlVyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uovPJ0AsaFc/s1600-h/Mercedes_McLaren_SLR_722_GT_MotorAuthority_003%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Mercedes_McLaren_SLR_722_GT_MotorAuthority_003" border="0" alt="Mercedes_McLaren_SLR_722_GT_MotorAuthority_003" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZz-oKT1TI/AAAAAAAAAc8/-XfG-5bojv0/Mercedes_McLaren_SLR_722_GT_MotorAuthority_003_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;But how do you tell that to a parent who has just lost his/her child to a speeding offender and, in the midst of grieve, went on a war path to protest against fast cars and to force the law to lower speed limits. They will obviously win the sympathy of the public. How do we go against such a situation?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZz_dSpQ7I/AAAAAAAAAdA/2DfalYhqTXY/s1600-h/honda-ev-n-live%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="honda-ev-n-live" border="0" alt="honda-ev-n-live" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZ0ALMsk2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/HeO9wCH_eZo/honda-ev-n-live_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Manufacturers are beginning to downsize their vehicles in order to penetrate the much more dense compact car market. And what causes this? The economic crisis drove people to limit spending and space constraints in urban areas make smaller cars an ideal choice compared to, lets say, driving a Ferrari.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;People are becoming very practical. And practicality is sometimes bad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZ0A7IGY3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/wNngEsmakmo/s1600-h/Koenigsegg_CCX_08%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Koenigsegg_CCX_08" border="0" alt="Koenigsegg_CCX_08" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZ0BkOqS2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/YG2pBnVEJSU/Koenigsegg_CCX_08_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Supercars and hypercars are NOT practical. It’s not meant to be practical. It will not do a perfect reverse park manoeuvre nor will it take a U-turn properly. It will irritate you during traffic (if you’re not good at controlling) and will kill you if you pushed it to the limit and lose control.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Those stiff racing suspensions will give you a sore bottom if you’ve been sitting in it for hours on end on roads filled with potholes and for some hypercars, a radio and air conditioning isn’t a given option. You get fewer luxuries than, lets say, a Mercedes C200 but you pay up to 10 times more.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZ0CYUeTBI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/SCVrWh3fjWI/s1600-h/nissan_GT-R_280_1024x768%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="nissan_GT-R_280_1024x768" border="0" alt="nissan_GT-R_280_1024x768" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZ0DKhT8_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/q8A5mNVttNk/nissan_GT-R_280_1024x768_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;But a lot of people love that. They love to be insane for that few hours when they walk into a dealer and purchase a really fast car. The speed limit on a highway is 110km/h? Who cares. We’ll do a 220km/h, on third gear.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZ0D1-sgdI/AAAAAAAAAdY/EgHuB_FMkK8/s1600-h/lamborghini-reventon-vs-jet-2-big%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="lamborghini-reventon-vs-jet-2-big" border="0" alt="lamborghini-reventon-vs-jet-2-big" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZ0EcCnePI/AAAAAAAAAdc/J-SUX0DBi1A/lamborghini-reventon-vs-jet-2-big_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;It’s the adrenaline rush of pushing the finest machines to its capabilities. Much like they do with bullet trains.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;If a kid decides to trespass into the tracks and gets killed, will the parents protest to ban trains that travel too fast?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZ0FUMZAMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/1-gitnvotX4/s1600-h/Audi_R8_03%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Audi_R8_03" border="0" alt="Audi_R8_03" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZ0F2UQjUI/AAAAAAAAAdk/AlOt6GCSnxo/Audi_R8_03_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;So I say, let some insanity live in this world. Let us not take away things that we have once seen and experienced and leave the future generations without any of such an experience.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Slowly, good things will come to an end. And we are the ones who will bring it to its ending.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-7310461616720319312?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/7310461616720319312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=7310461616720319312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7310461616720319312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7310461616720319312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-will-it-extinct.html' title='When will it extinct?'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SuZz4dr3BpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IZVnQV1tGdg/s72-c/SLR1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-7810897559881803767</id><published>2009-10-13T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:01:56.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand up. Be counted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;For those who have trouble understanding the above idiom, you can follow this &lt;a href="http://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/stand+up+and+be+counted" target="_blank"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;But let me make life simpler for you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The meaning of that idiom is to let yourselves be heard. Whether it’s an opinion or a support or a statement.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;In our modern society, a lot of Asians are still not willing to stand up for themselves. That is why the Western world branded our stance as always being non confrontational. In simple words, we don’t like to confront people, about anything for that could cause trouble or a scene.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;We always choose to keep things to ourselves and best not to be heard by others for fear of shame or respect.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;If it were for the reason of respect or professionalism, it is clearly understandable, but up to a certain point.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;For instance, although bosses give stupid commands and you disagree, it is deem unprofessional to shout back at his decisions. That is acceptable, as it is widely seen all over the world. But if you do, you’d notice that bosses will stand up for their decisions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;However, things that affects us personally, we have to stand up for that. May it be for such a small matter as a short change or something so huge that it would damage your reputation as a person.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Sure, there are those who may say it’s a childish act to try to defend yourself, but I say, everyone has their pride and their dignity.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;If we’re being trampled over and we just let it be, we’d forever be cowards and will never learn to express our opinion as a person who has rights to do so.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I was just reminded of a programme on the radio the other day where the deejays called up an upper class departmental store to enquire regarding their personnel’s arrogant attitude towards customers. They even made such a big fuss of it by contacting the company’s head office to complain to the customer service manager. Everything ended well when the manager took action and gave an apology statement to the deejays publicly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Some people just don’t like causing a scene. But if we’re always afraid of that, we’d never learn to expect something proper. Something just as simple as a service or a debate.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Sure, we might ruffle some feathers, but it has to be done.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Only winners learn to defend themselves and react. People who are always afraid or think it’s inappropriate to voice their opinions will always end up as losers and be trampled over because they never learn.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;It’s a modern society. Opinions matter. Without your own opinion, you’d never stand up and be counted. Like someone once said, you would just be like dead fishes going with the flow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Learn to stand up for what you think is right and have your say.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Are you going to be a winner today, or a loser?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-7810897559881803767?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/7810897559881803767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=7810897559881803767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7810897559881803767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7810897559881803767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/10/stand-up-be-counted.html' title='Stand up. Be counted.'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-6742491142673538085</id><published>2009-10-09T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:48:21.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skidding with anti-skid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Early in the morning, one of my Director called me on the phone, requesting me to transport a colleague to the LCCT.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Being still sleepy and groggy, I agreed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The moment I reached the office, my Director handed me the keys to his Mitsubishi Triton, since it was under the company’s properties.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Knowing I can handle a 4x4, I took it and fetched my colleague all the way to LCCT.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;It was a wet morning. It had rained non-stop since I left my house.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Me and my colleague joked around in the car and it seemed like it would be a good day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;After dropping my colleague at the entrance of LCCT, I made my way back to the office. I chose to cut off at the Kesas exit instead of ending up at Shah Alam.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Upon going down the ramp, I slowed the pick-up down to about 40plus km/h as the Triton is quite tall.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I thought it would be good enough seeing as the Triton is equipped with ABS, Brake Force Distribution and Anti-Skid technology. But I left the gear in 2x4 instead of 4x4 seeing as I was just on a normal road.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;As I was halfway down and the road in front wide open and empty, I didn’t bother accelerating or braking and just let the car slide down to the end of the ramp before accelerating into the next highway.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Halfway down, the Triton suddenly started skidding from the back tyres and took me by surprise. The resulting skid spun my car forward. Here’s some illustrations of the incident. Excuse my simple illustrations though:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bTzRmwnI/AAAAAAAAAbA/36PeiaH638I/s1600-h/scene1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="scene1" border="0" alt="scene1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bVB2wgaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/FFBWMtcPDJs/scene1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bVzBjIuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/okjx1iB8DJs/s1600-h/scene2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="scene2" border="0" alt="scene2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bW905vAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/CwIIRTG19eo/scene2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bXnf0G2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/CwgVzdrjE_c/s1600-h/scene3%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="scene3" border="0" alt="scene3" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bYUuLOGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/QILKweCLTDg/scene3_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bZfspOxI/AAAAAAAAAbY/UtaqN7wnnow/s1600-h/scene%204%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="scene 4" border="0" alt="scene 4" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7baHW4C6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/wIBuwFmEHCY/scene%204_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bbEzvw_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/ViicCjXI_jU/s1600-h/scene5%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="scene5" border="0" alt="scene5" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bcCAEbAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/acfez5kX0NY/scene5_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bdPs9UYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/zHTc9iOZP3U/s1600-h/scene6%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="scene6" border="0" alt="scene6" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bebXiEOI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NMzoN0HUw5c/scene6_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The car spun twice and hit the side divider, smashing the front of the Triton. After the car hit the divider, it bounced back and pointed my car TOWARDS traffic. Lucky for me, no cars were heading down during that time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bfXLq19I/AAAAAAAAAbw/WfXtXeeuQi8/s1600-h/scene7%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="scene7" border="0" alt="scene7" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bgXLxNBI/AAAAAAAAAb0/5D5t5gyGCec/scene7_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I quickly drove the car towards the side of the road to assess the damage.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The damage was terrible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bh0YQKiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/g9j7W3hrfOE/s1600-h/iphone%20023%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="iphone 023" border="0" alt="iphone 023" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bnHwBUwI/AAAAAAAAAb8/QWDX-8yno2w/iphone%20023_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The driver-side headlight shattered, the driver-side fog light broke, the bumper dented, the driver-side chassis dented and the side body pushed inwards.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7boNB90mI/AAAAAAAAAcA/SyE25ZXqttw/s1600-h/iphone%20022%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="iphone 022" border="0" alt="iphone 022" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bpaMvSkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/CI4YqW6ZuHY/iphone%20022_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Some minor parts of the engine area suffered damages as well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I immediately assessed the damages and called my Director to report the situation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;To my surprise, my Director didn’t blow his top but instead, calmly asked me if I was okay and if the car can still get me back to the office.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;A few seconds after assessing everything, another 2 cars coming down slammed into the divider as well. A Vios and a Civic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The Vios suffered the same fate as the Triton but the Civic escaped with&amp;#160; some scratches and a small dent to his side and front grille.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bqMivcXI/AAAAAAAAAcI/CDqF316SuVU/s1600-h/iphone%20025%20copy%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="iphone 025 copy" border="0" alt="iphone 025 copy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7brX1S4eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/sfqtvtTxk0o/iphone%20025%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Seeing that the guy in the Vios had difficulty getting down, I ran across to try to get him out as he was still on the fast lane.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bsRc82sI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dfKhKO3TY9A/s1600-h/iphone%20024%20copy%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="iphone 024 copy" border="0" alt="iphone 024 copy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bukz15gI/AAAAAAAAAcU/v3YqFjExpCc/iphone%20024%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;He managed to get out of his car but I can see he was still in shock from the incident.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;We talked a little and I even helped him photograph his damage and emailed it to him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Upon returning back to the office, my Director assessed the damage and only asked me to take it to the repair shop to get it fixed. He even tried calming me down incase I was in shock from the incident. He actually even gave me permission to go off a little earlier to get some rest at home. But I declined.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Freak accident. Lucky I wasn’t in my Myvi. It would have flipped instead of just spinning off.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-6742491142673538085?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/6742491142673538085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=6742491142673538085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/6742491142673538085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/6742491142673538085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/10/skidding-with-anti-skid.html' title='Skidding with anti-skid'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/Ss7bVB2wgaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/FFBWMtcPDJs/s72-c/scene1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-4229108999426948041</id><published>2009-10-01T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:28:35.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15? 16? 175? 195? 45? 55?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;If you’re thinking those figures are someone’s physical measurements, you’re wrong.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;They’re actually tyre profile figures.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Yes, tyres.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;In a few days time, I’m planning to change to a new set of rims and tyres for my trusty Myvi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;No, it’s not just for aesthetic sake. Everything I install into my car has it’s purpose. No sense wasting money in buying things that look nice but doesn’t work.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Right now, I’m looking at the stability of my ride. The front and back Ultra Racing struts that I’ve installed are great but the overall stiffness of my car is still not there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRTztYjl1I/AAAAAAAAAZs/YMH5jf1_cec/s1600-h/Cutaway_of_Components_2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Cutaway_of_Components_2" border="0" alt="Cutaway_of_Components_2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRT0XYMErI/AAAAAAAAAZw/moml8JTbauA/Cutaway_of_Components_2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I need more support from the tyres. The rims are just consolations.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I’m planning on changing to wider, lower profile tyres. It may affect ride comfort slightly but provides much better stability on the road.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Most Malaysian car enthusiasts know that the stock Myvi is quite tall for its size and isn’t wide enough to compensate its stability. So, if you’re travelling on an open highway and a cross wind hits your side, the Myvi will be sailing to wherever the wind is blowing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The rest of the car is quite good. Decent torque, exterior and interior design and decent top speed. It can really use that extra stability. Any faster than 180km/h and your car will really lift off the ground.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRT1FoFvNI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/kiKG7DkCzX8/s1600-h/2443002_3_full9%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2443002_3_full9" border="0" alt="2443002_3_full9" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRT10xxLPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ts2S62pxdeQ/2443002_3_full9_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;So, seeing as this car is my bread and butter, it would be wise to invest in making this car as reliable as possible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;But being quite a rookie at this whole tyre and rim thing, I would need some advise from those of you who have experience in this.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I had some advises around me to get a 15” upgrade with profiles of 195/55 Bridgestones. The current tyre profile on a stock Myvi is a 14” at 175/45 Silverstone. Too narrow and hardly enough grip on a bend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Plus, how does it connect to the rim sizes? I need education on this.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Also, some suggestions on what type of rims to change to. My Myvi is metallic black in colour:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRT2zrcGcI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-f52bsGyLOo/s1600-h/1181%5B4%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1181" border="0" alt="1181" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRT4C5WMgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Dc_SQ4Lwnho/1181_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="380" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Multi spoke rims in dark colour to complement the black,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRT44O91vI/AAAAAAAAAaE/bp6-RRA57FM/s1600-h/27803004_1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="27803004_1" border="0" alt="27803004_1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRT6qQnkcI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ohxYdcicaTE/27803004_1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="407" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dark silver,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRaCreEnGI/AAAAAAAAAac/DESjEtRbBOs/s1600-h/Titan_Racing_Alloy_Sport_Wheels%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Titan_Racing_Alloy_Sport_Wheels" border="0" alt="Titan_Racing_Alloy_Sport_Wheels" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRaDO5lGEI/AAAAAAAAAak/P8IvsyQ_Hjg/Titan_Racing_Alloy_Sport_Wheels_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; silvers,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRaENc-7tI/AAAAAAAAAao/kuE5BRzN1wI/s1600-h/sport-rims6%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="sport-rims6" border="0" alt="sport-rims6" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRaElp6ECI/AAAAAAAAAas/tqOX1n5EXFQ/sport-rims6_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; whites to contrast my black,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRaFqtELZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/hJ5xFWCJTUk/s1600-h/car_sport_rim3%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="car_sport_rim3" border="0" alt="car_sport_rim3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRaGXnPf2I/AAAAAAAAAa0/yJaATjp0NI0/car_sport_rim3_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or something in gold?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Useful opinions are great. It would help me speed up my decisions instead of standing for hours at the shop, looking over all the rims and the dealer chasing me out for standing there too long.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;All are nice. But unfortunately, I don’t have much to spare in constantly changing til I get one that suites my taste.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Next time, I’ll be looking at the absorbers and springs. It will cost a rough estimate of RM2000 for those.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt; Then again, a PS3 sounds good as well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRaHBUmqNI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Q_05gOy3lAw/s1600-h/PS3%20Front%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="PS3 Front" border="0" alt="PS3 Front" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRaIuJJfLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bYMNJ1scd1k/PS3%20Front_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="327" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Temptations and low budgets. Sigh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-4229108999426948041?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/4229108999426948041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=4229108999426948041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4229108999426948041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4229108999426948041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/10/15-16-175-195-45-55.html' title='15? 16? 175? 195? 45? 55?'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsRT0XYMErI/AAAAAAAAAZw/moml8JTbauA/s72-c/Cutaway_of_Components_2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-2354903751583995317</id><published>2009-09-29T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:25:15.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That…that…that that don’t kill me….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;You know the rest of the lyrics.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Well, at least those who have a life do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Some say, this blog is childish. Some say, it’s not popular. And that not many will be reading this blog. *mimicking Jeremy Clarkson’s tone* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsDeMAHfZNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/P158FMEoX-4/s1600-h/clarkson460%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="clarkson460" border="0" alt="clarkson460" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsDeMx68dQI/AAAAAAAAAZo/eQ2AfNcGYFI/clarkson460_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;All we know is, there is STILL so many comments in my chatbox.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Now, I know some of you genius think that by using my name to post your comments against, well, myself, you would ruin my reputation faster. Some of you are even tripping over your own words trying to make your comments as poisonous as possible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Well, I say no one is foolish enough to shoot themselves in the foot. I’d have given you more credits for creativity if you’ve shown it. What more when those of you who commented against my friends at the time when I’m in their company. Foolish thing to do, won’t you say?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Plus, only those REAL friends I know, knows the way I actually write and the type of style which can only be from me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;After speaking to a friend earlier, it has come to my attention that I could ACTUALLY lodge a police report and have this matter brought up legally for legal actions. In other words, I could actually sue.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;You see, whenever you enter your comment, the chatbox actually records your IP address and can trace to where the address originated from. A friend tried it, and it does work. And it’s legal too, because it’s to track conversations in case of threats, blackmails and etc.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;And believe me, I know of lawyers who have fought and won many legal suits.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Being in the working environment and knowing people from all backgrounds and industries, you tend to make connections. Some are dark, some powerful and there are also lawyers and legal advisors.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The outside world is cruel.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;But then, the way I look at it, I turned my friend’s advise down. What good will come of it other than sending some of you juveniles into prison, or getting a huge chunk of your parent’s money, or even putting you in jail for not being able to pay the fine?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;It’d make me no different from you idiots trying your best to ruin my life. I’d just ruin yours or that of your families and be happy for a few weeks or maybe months.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Therefore, I’d just let you go on pretending that you’re more matured than me by doing what you’re currently doing because, it’s senseless to slowly fight each of you word for word. I have better things to do with my time if most of you don’t.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;While you’re busy ruining my reputation, I’m still going about my normal life – going out with friends, socializing, working at the office, working out at the gym, travelling, spending time with my family, helping out at my shop. Why do you think I mostly blog or chat at odd hours?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;There are tonnes of things to do out there, and I’m going to enjoy it if you all don’t. And I will always have people to enjoy it with.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;This blog is childish you say? Well, maybe you aren’t old enough to understand half of it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;This blog isn’t popular? I didn’t intend it to be, anyway. It’s just my personal blog, not an advertising space.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Not many will be reading this blog? Then by all means, don’t come here. No one has a gun to your head. You’re just foolish enough to keep coming back for the sake of dropping a reply in my chatbox.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;So in light of the new advises given, I’ve decided not to privatise this blog. After all, there are STILL people who come here to visit and take a quick stroll. That’s good enough for me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;All the things everyone said, won’t eventually kill me anyway. But it will make me stronger and tougher. So technically, you’re just feeding me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;quot;Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you, they're supposed to help you discover who you are.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Bernice Johnson Reagon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Nicely put, Bernice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;‘&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Nuff said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Brand new 15” sport rims and tyres, I’m waiting for you next month!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-2354903751583995317?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/2354903751583995317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=2354903751583995317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/2354903751583995317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/2354903751583995317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/09/thatthatthat-that-dont-kill-me.html' title='That…that…that that don’t kill me….'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SsDeMx68dQI/AAAAAAAAAZo/eQ2AfNcGYFI/s72-c/clarkson460_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-4223042872908580288</id><published>2009-09-10T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:51:26.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty September</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;By the way, for those of you September babies, please don’t take offence. Totally not referring to you being born in this month.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I realised a lot of negative things had happened within the past few days. And mostly it was within this month.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Here’s a recap of the things that had happened:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;1. My external hard disk containing all my good movies stopped working. And I have to find the time to go down to Low Yat to find the shop to get it fixed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008000" size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;2. A long serving Key Account Manager in my office is leaving. Ergo, extra work and responsibilities for me and a few colleagues.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;3. My CEO just decided to screw me over with multiple questions out of nowhere.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008000" size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;4. The car model I was working on for the past 4 months had a bad paint job. On the roof. Of all parts for it to happen.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;5. A few accounts that I’ve been diligently working on were KIVed and I couldn’t close any new deals.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008000" size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;6. Lost RM30 without knowing where.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;7. Drove more than a hundred km to attend a sales enquiry only to find out that it’s a bloody waste of time, petrol and toll money.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008000" size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;8. An error in my office computer which has disappeared for the past month or so just surfaced again. It makes the IP address for my network connection go haywire. Meaning no emails in and no connection to the printer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;9. Just got into an argument with a now ex-friend over reasons which I don’t even know. Another friendship lost.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Out of all the bad things that had happened in the past few days, the last was the one that took the cake.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Most of the above list had something to do with my company.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Yes, my boss is an asshole. The whole office knows it. Customers are sometimes that way as well. It’s a normal working life. Gadgets will always falter at one point.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The last one is the one that has me pissed off for no reason whatsoever and confused. But I’m trying my best to piece the things together because, believe it or not, I wasn’t even told why the argument started.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The only thing I could understand from it all is that the friendship is over and that she has a dark secret of mine she knows about but I couldn’t know about it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;And how?? Because she has heard of some rumours told by someone regarding yours truly?? Or did she just pluck that out of nowhere just to start an argument??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;All I know is, there has been no clarification personally and still remains a hearsay. But I do wonder if there is anyone who IS spreading rumours and stories.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Someone help me because if I EVER do find out who it is, they’d wish they hadn’t been born.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I hate being accused for something I don’t even know about.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;One positive thing about this incident is, I see a person for who she really is and it clarified what I’ve been hearing from others.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Life goes on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-4223042872908580288?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/4223042872908580288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=4223042872908580288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4223042872908580288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4223042872908580288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/09/shitty-september.html' title='Shitty September'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-8433981599318569237</id><published>2009-08-20T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:32:43.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Reduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The past weekend was great.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Yes yes I know. I’m blogging too late. But don’t blame me. I had to wait for a friend to upload the photos for your viewing. Or you’ll just be looking at plain texts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Aaanyyywayy, Friday was also nice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Watched District 9 after several recommendations from friends.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDkEEH-PI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sdHK0qxSTio/s1600-h/district9poster%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="district9poster" border="0" alt="district9poster" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDlDPFOlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/7smld-wxHM4/district9poster_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="274" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;And it didn’t disappoint.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Most alien movies out there are really cliché with not-really original plots.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDmJL7o4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Or6Q294R7EI/s1600-h/District600%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="District600" border="0" alt="District600" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDnIN9niI/AAAAAAAAAYU/i_etSz69JeI/District600_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;It’s always the same ol’ plot of aliens coming to earth to conquer or destroy. What’s so great about earth that they have the urge to destroy?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;And then Peter Jackson came along and showed a different view of aliens being on earth. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The news report point of view was also a fresh change. It gave a unique perspective of a movie about aliens and made it more real-to-life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDn9JhQUI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zUuIR-oTPf4/s1600-h/district9-poster1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="district9-poster1" border="0" alt="district9-poster1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDpEvhxNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/dLwRXv6q_0Q/district9-poster1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="271" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The movie also portrayed mankind’s greed in wanting to obtain anything destructive that we can get out hands on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Plus, this time the movie isn’t set in the US like it always does. Anything destructive always seem to like destroying the Americans than any other countries.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;But no. This time it’s set in South Africa. And it also reveals life of South Africans and the Nigerians.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Recommended to watch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;On Saturday, I thought it was going to be a boring weekend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;With no prior plans, I thought I was just going to spend it sitting home and rot. And it’s not a good thing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Being stressed and bored by work for 5 days of the week, I like to be able to enjoy myself and have some fun during the weekends.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDp6-2zfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/77Tbfqkl_iw/s1600-h/Stressed%2Bout_862_18425693_0_0_9206_300%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Stressed out_862_18425693_0_0_9206_300" border="0" alt="Stressed out_862_18425693_0_0_9206_300" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDq4OLg-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/mxyGban5s2c/Stressed%2Bout_862_18425693_0_0_9206_300_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That way, it’s not wasted on just slacking around and being lazy. And it’s the only time of the week that we can enjoy. Sleeping is an everyday thing. We can sleep when we’re dead.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Anyway, I received an invitation from a friend for his open house party a few weeks ago. At first I didn’t really know which friend’s house as it wasn’t indicated and I initially didn’t plan to attend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDrqjnM2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/XJ3hMNN9M8Q/s1600-h/5280_117943967554_640327554_2450706_4316573_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="5280_117943967554_640327554_2450706_4316573_n" border="0" alt="5280_117943967554_640327554_2450706_4316573_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDsaSt59I/AAAAAAAAAYs/2xW91ixCfk0/5280_117943967554_640327554_2450706_4316573_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="271" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Then a friend messaged me to ask if I’m attending and he indicated it was his open house party.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDtBW-y9I/AAAAAAAAAYw/HvUbccBakhk/s1600-h/5280_117943882554_640327554_2450691_3872081_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="5280_117943882554_640327554_2450691_3872081_n" border="0" alt="5280_117943882554_640327554_2450691_3872081_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDtvy5G0I/AAAAAAAAAY0/nZXWlU_NWKE/5280_117943882554_640327554_2450691_3872081_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seeing that I was free, I decided to go. Wise decision.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;His house has been newly renovated to include a new pool room, with a new pool table and a set of nice pool equipments.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDudgbAxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/oX68Ht6bGBo/s1600-h/5280_117943947554_640327554_2450702_945615_n%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="5280_117943947554_640327554_2450702_945615_n" border="0" alt="5280_117943947554_640327554_2450702_945615_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDvDBWrZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OiGJbd3ppGs/5280_117943947554_640327554_2450702_945615_n_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="271" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;His parents barbequed food and the environment was great.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDvwfW3qI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_FZTnnwHNZ4/s1600-h/5280_117944307554_640327554_2450759_8229787_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="5280_117944307554_640327554_2450759_8229787_n" border="0" alt="5280_117944307554_640327554_2450759_8229787_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDw4mR2SI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wsOwC7F2eLo/5280_117944307554_640327554_2450759_8229787_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few of my college friends attended and we were having a blast, joking and fooling around non-stop.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDxpyhgCI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2Lt8ZM0c2mM/s1600-h/5280_117943957554_640327554_2450704_6295086_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="5280_117943957554_640327554_2450704_6295086_n" border="0" alt="5280_117943957554_640327554_2450704_6295086_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDyvq--LI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/sdRkPgAwRzU/5280_117943957554_640327554_2450704_6295086_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Few had decided to try out the host’s Wii and were having a ball playing boxing and tennis.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDzZB-rHI/AAAAAAAAAZU/KDLRlXV8OYU/s1600-h/5280_117943997554_640327554_2450711_3751725_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="5280_117943997554_640327554_2450711_3751725_n" border="0" alt="5280_117943997554_640327554_2450711_3751725_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozD0RhXm9I/AAAAAAAAAZY/bX05Gp7nXKY/5280_117943997554_640327554_2450711_3751725_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The host went crazy with his DSLR and took pictures of almost anything…in his house. But with friends included.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozD1GIUelI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ltc-fNAU75w/s1600-h/5280_117946717554_640327554_2450809_1470806_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="5280_117946717554_640327554_2450809_1470806_n" border="0" alt="5280_117946717554_640327554_2450809_1470806_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozD11rTGDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WwR8LeWMZbI/5280_117946717554_640327554_2450809_1470806_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="271" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The fun at night didn’t stop right there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I had a second pool outing. But this time it was with Lionel, Brian and Jen Shen.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;2 sessions of pool with 2 different sets of friends. And the usual yumcha session right after pool at night before retiring home to recuperate.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Sunday was more mundane as I had to help with some shifting in my family’s shop.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Those metal gondola racks are bloody heavy even without anything on. It needed two *ahem*men to lift it slightly and drag it to it’s new position.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Don’t underestimate metal rackings. They’re heavier than they look.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;My shoulders feel like it’s about to pop out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-8433981599318569237?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/8433981599318569237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=8433981599318569237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8433981599318569237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8433981599318569237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/08/stress-reduction.html' title='Stress Reduction'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SozDlDPFOlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/7smld-wxHM4/s72-c/district9poster_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-2954426738046593278</id><published>2009-07-06T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:29:17.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsuitable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Relationships.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;A topic debating in my head that suddenly just popped up in the middle of the night just before I went to bed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;My memories went into an overtime mode by assessing all the relationships I’ve been through over the past year or so.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Lots of changes. Lots of heartaches. Lots of difficulties.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;But all these changed the way I perceive my relationships.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;To be seriously honest, I’ve not genuinely felt love for the girls I’ve been with recently. They were mostly physical attractions or mere flings. None of it was deep, passionate feelings. And I wonder why and how it will affect my relationships in the future.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;After one event that happened before, I’ve sort of shun away from the words “I love you”. Even if a girl says it first to me, I’m reluctant to say it back. Not that I want to be a player, but I don’t like misleading people. I won’t say it unless I mean it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;So when I was thinking of a friend’s friend which I’ve met the other day, I’ve thought of asking her out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;And then the supreme court in my head went in-session. And debated about the rationale of that thought.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Yes, it was a wonderful thought to ask that girl out because we got really close in a club. I know what most of you are thinking, but both of us were completely sober that night. No alcohol influence involved.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;But the supreme court was smart. It asked “What next?”. And that completely left me clueless.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Therefore, I question myself whether if I’ll ever really fall in love again. Getting in a relationship isn’t the hard part. It’s keeping the feelings between both people that’s the hardest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Without that feeling, I’d just be hopping from one girl to another every few months. It leaves my thoughts to wander around, constantly seeking other girls and whatnot.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I may have someone accompanying me physically, but not sharing that special spot inside. That’s why sometimes I just resort to staying single. If a relationship comes around, I don’t mind. But most of the time I don’t go chasing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Reduces one purpose of being a single guy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Bummer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-2954426738046593278?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/2954426738046593278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=2954426738046593278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/2954426738046593278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/2954426738046593278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/07/unsuitable.html' title='Unsuitable'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-268830580290653468</id><published>2009-06-27T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:48:17.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing of a legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;A lot of people were shocked to hear a tragic news this morning, most of them by radio.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;The King of Pop has passed away. Gone to Neverland.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;For those of you who do not know who the King of Pop is, it’s such a shame. You can never call yourself a fan of music if you do not know this particular fact.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;His name is one which has been heard of all around the world. A name which was once surrounded with controversies and awe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;He is the one and only Michael Jackson. &lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; King of Pop. This is a tribute to the life of a legend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkS85SHSrjI/AAAAAAAAAWg/moSneXQK6BU/s1600-h/Michael_Jackson_1971_got_to_be_there%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Michael_Jackson_1971_got_to_be_there" border="0" alt="Michael_Jackson_1971_got_to_be_there" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkS8-2ftF9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/RFl9vPpf4sI/Michael_Jackson_1971_got_to_be_there_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Born Michael Joseph Jackson, he was and still is one of the world’s best musician and entertainer. His songs sold hundreds of millions of copies all around the world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Michael started performing with his brothers at the age of 11, forming a group called The Jackson Five. They made such songs like Ben, I’ll Be There and ABC. Michael was the lead singer of the group.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I bet most of you have not even heard of these songs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;In the early 1980s, he became one of the world’s most dominant figure in music. And in that era, for an African-American to do that, is astounding. That was the start of the MTV era.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkS9BtTsVPI/AAAAAAAAAWo/SWR_1Rpfqjg/s1600-h/Michael_jackson_bad_cd_cover_1987_cdda%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Michael_jackson_bad_cd_cover_1987_cdda" border="0" alt="Michael_jackson_bad_cd_cover_1987_cdda" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkS9GDc3lvI/AAAAAAAAAWs/lQNEZePNCjE/Michael_jackson_bad_cd_cover_1987_cdda_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, he is an African-American. His white skin was caused by vitiligo and lupus, which made his skin turn pale. Not entirely, but there were blotches of him which did not follow. Therefore, he had to put make-up to even his skin tone and ergo, the fair Caucasian skin tone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkS9Iv5GqAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UEeTIJI31Ow/s1600-h/michael-jackson-is-madman%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="michael-jackson-is-madman" border="0" alt="michael-jackson-is-madman" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT3pnLy5qI/AAAAAAAAAW0/h4NkeYlh6LU/michael-jackson-is-madman_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="445" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;In spite of his appearance, he was a major hit in the music industry and now, a legend. He was vocally gifted and a great dancer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;He was the one who gave us radical dance moves like his famous Moonwalk and his famous matching clothes of white socks with black shoes, not to mention, some of his glitzy suits which resembles those worn by princes and royalty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT-82KHEgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vflJUmMXuVs/s1600-h/Michael_Jackson_with_the_Reagans%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Michael_Jackson_with_the_Reagans" border="0" alt="Michael_Jackson_with_the_Reagans" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT_D9--hYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7XYg11csSlM/Michael_Jackson_with_the_Reagans_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="404" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was one of the first to introduce the suave dancing, wearing a fedora. And boy, was it ever smooth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT_FjdcgRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/z45sgn3S5gE/s1600-h/michael_jackson%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="michael_jackson" border="0" alt="michael_jackson" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT_GVoqsfI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LY1sw5H02ok/michael_jackson_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;He even did a leaner for his performance of Smooth Criminal, without any strings or harnesses.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT_HR0PemI/AAAAAAAAAX4/qtDecC7PgLQ/s1600-h/michael-jackson-smooth-criminal-lean%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="michael-jackson-smooth-criminal-lean" border="0" alt="michael-jackson-smooth-criminal-lean" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT_IsKLSZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tIYKGAIcuTw/michael-jackson-smooth-criminal-lean_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;He gave us chart-topping songs such as Billie Jean and Beat It and made unique songs such as Thriller, which was all about horror and creepy things. Not many lyricists wrote such songs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;His dance songs really made you want to move your feet to the beat and his romance songs can really set you in a very romantic mood with your special someone. Those are good, strong lyrics from one of the best lyricist.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT3vPt46HI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qFtZxvL5FzQ/s1600-h/untitled%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="untitled" border="0" alt="untitled" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT32OuPRvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/VPDRHAZKrf4/untitled_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="404" height="507" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were a number of his songs which were dedicated in trying to make the world a better place. For you and for me and the entire human race.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;He dedicated concerts to raising millions to go to relief funds and even pleaded publicly to Bill Clinton to give more money towards HIV/AIDS charities and research. His song Black And White was dedicated towards curing racism.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;He really did try to heal the world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT38L0tCTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/QTuXvb1pK5w/s1600-h/thriller%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="thriller" border="0" alt="thriller" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT4BDdxLyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ZfWo666N-i4/thriller_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="404" height="366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of us 86 babies and earlier would have heard of his early songs. Songs such as Thriller, Beat It, Billie Jean, Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough and even We Are The World.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT_KQi6ApI/AAAAAAAAAYA/yLuGF_2jczI/s1600-h/michael-jackson-concert-2%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="michael-jackson-concert-2" border="0" alt="michael-jackson-concert-2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT_MKedYWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ksaZSRX23e8/michael-jackson-concert-2_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is one of the few performers who can claim to have fans who fainted at his concerts. Too much excitement. Too much shouting. They’ve been hit by a smooth criminal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Groups like ABBA and Air Supply and their songs are now mostly classified as oldies, but Michael’s songs will always go on as favourites no matter how long its been.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT4EJyR8vI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3wdvFp962Ak/s1600-h/michael-jackson-foto%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="michael-jackson-foto" border="0" alt="michael-jackson-foto" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT4GFKS9GI/AAAAAAAAAXc/9JQ6U41EoPM/michael-jackson-foto_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="459" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of the popular radio stations today played back to back Michael Jackson songs as a remembrance to the King of Pop.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;He will always live on in the heart of millions around the world. Him, together with his music, formed a solid part of my childhood.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT4G5Yw_RI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lQNVWNSZnaw/s1600-h/michael_jackson-thumb%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="michael_jackson-thumb" border="0" alt="michael_jackson-thumb" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkT4IA_VWVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7Y4gBDydTfA/michael_jackson-thumb_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="491" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rest in peace MJ. You will be a legend to many. The King of Pop.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-268830580290653468?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/268830580290653468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=268830580290653468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/268830580290653468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/268830580290653468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/06/passing-of-legend.html' title='Passing of a legend'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SkS8-2ftF9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/RFl9vPpf4sI/s72-c/Michael_Jackson_1971_got_to_be_there_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-3678222645497106708</id><published>2009-06-11T10:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:19:57.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;For those of you who had followed American Idol last season, you’d know that the winner of that season was David Cook.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;Hahahaha losers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;Wait…..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;* *………………………….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;Ouch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;Anyway, David had just released his new album and a few songs in it are really nice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;One that caught my interest when I was slowly sampling one song after another while &lt;strike&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;illegally downloading&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; listening to it online was this song called Lie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;Sure, by the sound of the title, it should be a song about someone lying to/cheating on him. But, it’s not that. This song is actually about asking the person you love to lie rather than speak a hurtful truth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;Check out the lyrics and see for yourself :-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Cook – Lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You whisper that you are getting tired         &lt;br /&gt;got a look in your eye           &lt;br /&gt;looks a lot like goodbye          &lt;br /&gt;hold on to your secrets tonight          &lt;br /&gt;don't want to know I'm okay with this silence          &lt;br /&gt;it's the truth that I don’t want to hear          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;font size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're hiding regret in your smile          &lt;br /&gt;there's a storm in your eyes, I've seen coming for a while          &lt;br /&gt;hang on to the past tense tonight           &lt;br /&gt;don't say a word          &lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with the quiet          &lt;br /&gt;the truth is gonna change everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(chorus)         &lt;br /&gt;So lie to me and tell me that it's gonna be alright          &lt;br /&gt;so lie to me and tell me that we'll make it through the night          &lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if you wait before you tear me apart          &lt;br /&gt;look me in the eye lie, lie, lie          &lt;br /&gt;lie, lie, lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Bk"&gt;I know that there’s no turning back            &lt;br /&gt;if we put too much light on this we'll see through all the cracks            &lt;br /&gt;let's stay in the dark one more night            &lt;br /&gt;don't want to know            &lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with this silence            &lt;br /&gt;it's truth that I don’t want hear&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Bk"&gt;(chorus)           &lt;br /&gt;So lie to me and tell me that it's gonna be alright            &lt;br /&gt;so lie to me and tell me that we'll make it through the night            &lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if you wait before you tear me apart            &lt;br /&gt;so look me in the eye and lie, lie, lie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Bk"&gt;Don't want to believe in this ending           &lt;br /&gt;let the cameras role on keep pretending            &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's all wrong            &lt;br /&gt;if you walk away, just stay&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Bk"&gt;(chorus)           &lt;br /&gt;So lie to me and tell me that it's gonna be alright            &lt;br /&gt;so lie to me and tell me that we'll make it through the night            &lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind if you wait before you tear me apart            &lt;br /&gt;look me in the eye and lie, lie ,lie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Bk"&gt;So lie to me and tell me that we're gonna be okay           &lt;br /&gt;so lie to me and tell me that we'll make it through the day            &lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind if you wait before you tear me apart            &lt;br /&gt;to look me in the eye and lie, lie, lie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Futura Bk"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I dunno. Maybe I think it’s easier to write a preppy song, but a song with feelings needs real feelings. And kudos to the song writer and lyricist.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-3678222645497106708?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/3678222645497106708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=3678222645497106708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3678222645497106708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3678222645497106708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/06/lie.html' title='Lie'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-6191794359111196413</id><published>2009-05-23T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:03:46.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy and away…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;For those of you who DID want me to blog about my Phuket trip, I apologise for the delay.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/ShoKghrcBfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3bO_FWhfU_k/s1600-h/IMG_0050%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0050" border="0" alt="IMG_0050" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/ShoKiJfwiZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/5NwW4I9H7Ms/IMG_0050_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Now, I can actually go on and say “&lt;em&gt;You have to be there to witness it, no picture can show you its true beauty&lt;/em&gt;,” but I will do better for the sake of this blog and will eventually write a post about it. With pictures.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;When I get back from China, that is.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/ShoKjTXwK7I/AAAAAAAAAWY/o0SgE0YwVf4/s1600-h/IMG_0128%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0128" border="0" alt="IMG_0128" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/ShoKkPjgX4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/HIqB7LFYu7w/IMG_0128_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Yes, second trip overseas in the space of a month. This time, it wasn’t for leisure but for business visit. (Although, there isn’t any harm in enjoying myself along the way.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;And I’d like to say, the amount of tea I just had in one day can almost fully drain out all the oily and fried food I just had in Malaysia for about a weeks worth. Every supplier I go to, there’s hot, fresh Chinese tea brewed and served. And every meal is accompanied by endless streams of hot tea. I’m just surprised that my company’s China agent’s car doesn’t serve freshly brewed Chinese tea to passengers while he drives.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;*burp*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Food in Guangzhou, China is good though. So far.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;I’ll blog about my trips once I do get back to my computer in the comfort of my own home. That’s if I don’t get quarantined by the Health Inspectors in the airports for suspected case of H1N1 virus though. If I did, then updates are unfortunately postponed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Futura Md"&gt;Bye.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-6191794359111196413?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/6191794359111196413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=6191794359111196413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/6191794359111196413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/6191794359111196413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/05/lazy-and-away.html' title='Lazy and away…'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/ShoKiJfwiZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/5NwW4I9H7Ms/s72-c/IMG_0050_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-5809596414197761048</id><published>2009-04-20T03:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:27:05.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th April</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;No, it’s not the date to complete at least half your income tax forms.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;For those who didn’t know, this is the date 23 years ago that I finally escaped from my mum’s womb. It took me a few hours to get my map and bearings right to find that Exit sign, okay.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;You think staying in there was fun?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Aaanywayyy, Friday after work, me and 4 &lt;strike&gt;girls&lt;/strike&gt; ladies from my office went to Delicious in One Utama for dinner to celebrate my birthday. And that of my colleague, Vivian’s.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;The prices there were a killer but the quality of food was great. Therefore, worth paying.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Sunday, on the big day itself, I was really surprised and happy for once in a year to receive mails in my Hotmail Inbox coming from Facebook. They were all notifications that I received messages on my Wall.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Potter Sam Leong - &lt;em&gt;Be early Happy Birthday wish for you ~^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Weng Kheen - &lt;em&gt;Happy bday chris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Vivian Mah Jia Yee - &lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;u have an iPhone??!!!!!! damn..derma sikit boleh? hehe.. (Sorry Ms Mah, this phone’s mine.LOL)         &lt;br /&gt;anyway, wana wish u Happy Birthday! hope u'll have a great bday..take care! =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Leong Weng Phoon - &lt;em&gt;hey..happy birthday!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Amanda Loong - &lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Happy birthday!          &lt;br /&gt;Have a great one! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Wei Ting - &lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;hey happy birthday ! =D          &lt;br /&gt;hope u enjoy ur birthday !          &lt;br /&gt;take care =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Mfeederj Elfione - &lt;em&gt;happy birthday chris!!! a year older a year wiser LOL!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Rachelle Tan - &lt;em&gt;hey there, happy birthday~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Chong Kim Hiung - &lt;em&gt;Happy B day dude~ ^^ don't wear sunglasses la k? but if you like, no harm put it on haha~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Jasmin Lim - &lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Happy Birthday! =)         &lt;br /&gt;Go have tons of fun yea? ;)          &lt;br /&gt;*cheers*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Jocelyn Toh Lian Yin - &lt;em&gt;happy birthday! *hugs* :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Andrew Yong - &lt;em&gt;hey bro! happy birthday man!!!! be sure to have a blast there!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;Ker Yong Low - &lt;em&gt;hey hey!! long time no chat wey! happy birthday!! hope you had a great one!! =))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;These were just a few. There were also that came in the forms of SMSes as well as personal wishes when I met friends at church. (wah, birthday only go church.) Some came as mushy little cute messages, some got me confused as to who sent it because my iPhone didn’t show the contact person’s name (long story) and I had to slowly search 300over names to find the sender. Some came as call wishes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;These little things made my whole day today. I was very happy for the wishes…especially some that came from friends which I’ve not kept in touch or have not seen for a long time. And yet THEY took the time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="3"&gt;You guys were great!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;However, these also left me disappointed. Those “friends” who I thought were closest to me weren’t even heard from. Of all the people you expect to hear from on your day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Some “friends”, huh?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;When they were lonely and needed friends to talk to and encourage, you were there for them. But now when they’ve returned to their familiar areas, they never even bother looking for you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Action, not words, are the true criterion of the attachment of friends” – George Washington&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Could anything be more true, Mr Washington?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;I should start re-evaluating who my true friends really are.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-5809596414197761048?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/5809596414197761048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=5809596414197761048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/5809596414197761048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/5809596414197761048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/04/19th-april.html' title='19th April'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-239913637770665768</id><published>2009-04-06T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:21:36.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Model. Original Parts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;If you haven’t guessed it yet, yes, that is the title to the newest instalment of the Fast and Furious franchise.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVOuzrRQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ANt-XoC_9s0/s1600-h/2009_the_fast_and_the_furious_4_wallpaper_005%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="2009_the_fast_and_the_furious_4_wallpaper_005" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="254" alt="2009_the_fast_and_the_furious_4_wallpaper_005" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVPq08mrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bNkqQxeYdEY/2009_the_fast_and_the_furious_4_wallpaper_005_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;And the first thing I have to say about the screening is….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE STUPID SCREENING STOPPED 3 FREAKING TIMES!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;How can such technical problems happen on opening day screening of a much hyped movie?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVQFUEo4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/rYic1s2lVgA/s1600-h/Fast-Furious-4-26%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Fast-Furious-4-26" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="271" alt="Fast-Furious-4-26" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVRARD4xI/AAAAAAAAAUs/wjZtGfSN_rY/Fast-Furious-4-26_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;It was such a bad mistake that so many paying customers started booing the projector operator.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;One even exclaimed, “&lt;em&gt;Woi, &lt;/em&gt;TGV&lt;em&gt; beli cetak rompak&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVR1eRnfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/UAcfMR7xjXY/s1600-h/Fast-Furious-4-20%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Fast-Furious-4-20" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="271" alt="Fast-Furious-4-20" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVSgfj4nI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zfgvbKR3dqw/Fast-Furious-4-20_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;But the movie isn’t bad though.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;You know how sometimes a movie gets hyped up too much and in the end it sucks? Well, luckily this didn’t go the wrong way. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Sure it’s more action than racing this time, but hey, it’s still a nice continuation to the franchise.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVTk3k-qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/xHfM8Rvw6Ek/s1600-h/2009_the_fast_and_the_furious_4_014%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="2009_the_fast_and_the_furious_4_014" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="231" alt="2009_the_fast_and_the_furious_4_014" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVUcSQI3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/SERmzYe-ZBc/2009_the_fast_and_the_furious_4_014_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;I like the way they use more muscle cars than tuners in this sequel. And boy, do those cars make a car enthusiast’s mouth water.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;No one can deny that I am a car nut. I love cars down to the core. The designs. The power. The adrenaline.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVVDTuvbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/K4QcaqGZxI8/s1600-h/fast-and-furious-1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="fast-and-furious-1" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="246" alt="fast-and-furious-1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVWI23vmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/kgfQGgxihTY/fast-and-furious-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;The starting of the movie shows Toretto (Vin Diesel) and his gang hijacking a trailer carrying gasoline. This part shows the link to Tokyo Drift, when Han was still rolling with Toretto.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVXE7hEoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5Xn-ZlyleZw/s1600-h/FastFurious4-FL-USA-01%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="FastFurious4-FL-USA-01" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="276" alt="FastFurious4-FL-USA-01" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVXh3DriI/AAAAAAAAAVM/EmnoUL3tioA/FastFurious4-FL-USA-01_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;The comes the main part of the story, of Toretto taking revenge for the death of Letty by infiltrating Braga’s gang of drug smugglers, along with O’ Connor (Paul Walker) who works for the FBI trying to bring down the smuggling organization.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVYdXBs3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_3mkNLZ0beQ/s1600-h/Fast-Furious-4-37%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Fast-Furious-4-37" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="174" alt="Fast-Furious-4-37" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVY5eH0NI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eoMLsmPyma0/Fast-Furious-4-37_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;The clever use of the GPS system and street racing gives a great impact to the feel of racing. It kind of resembles playing a video game. I also like the way they used the tunnel to show precision driving at high speeds.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVZsxMM1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/SLHmJemK5jc/s1600-h/Fast-Furious-4-38%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Fast-Furious-4-38" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="219" alt="Fast-Furious-4-38" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVafWGhAI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4srRfxL9Ys4/Fast-Furious-4-38_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;And Mr Walker, you slid a Skyline wide? Maybe a one-on-one tutoring with Mr Black on drifting?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;It was reported that a lot of the stunts were done by the cast themselves. Only a selected few were done by stunt people.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVax8VwpI/AAAAAAAAAVg/WugOmfpTiM8/s1600-h/2009_the_fast_and_the_furious_4_007%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="2009_the_fast_and_the_furious_4_007" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="229" alt="2009_the_fast_and_the_furious_4_007" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVbWIH5XI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yEnP97Tz4pM/2009_the_fast_and_the_furious_4_007_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;The romance level in this sequel has been toned down. Thank goodness! It spoils the mood a little to see so much action and yet have to endure the mushy parts of it. There may be a couple of scenes, but there was nothing more than exchange of feelings and words. Focus had been given to the driving and the action.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVcfLIxXI/AAAAAAAAAVo/U6N6JQQOyYo/s1600-h/Fast-Furious-4-06%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Fast-Furious-4-06" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="271" alt="Fast-Furious-4-06" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVdyBPH4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/ddjerPQS9TY/Fast-Furious-4-06_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;However, when comparing this to the original Fast and Furious, the adrenaline had toned down considerably. Amongst the 4 titles, I would still prefer The Fast and The Furious. That’s a classic. And that was the one that spurred cars and racing fans all over to continue waiting for sequels to the Fast and Furious franchise.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVelVNS1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/3z3OxAC4_bg/s1600-h/Fast-Furious-4-28%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Fast-Furious-4-28" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="354" alt="Fast-Furious-4-28" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVgOTrqII/AAAAAAAAAV0/vLdr1i_25v0/Fast-Furious-4-28_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;I loved the original cast and action from The Fast and The Furious&amp;#160; &amp;amp; 2 Fast 2 Furious, the drifting cinematic actions of Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift and the precision driving and cars in Fast and Furious 4.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVhJen3LI/AAAAAAAAAV4/n_5iqi8kqNc/s1600-h/Fast-Furious-4-15%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Fast-Furious-4-15" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="271" alt="Fast-Furious-4-15" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVhzikkpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/2fWzyX6ZILg/Fast-Furious-4-15_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;I didn’t like Eva Mendes from 2 Fast 2 Furious because I think she was just another pretty face who can’t act. I also didn’t like the introduction of Lucas Black and Nathalie Kelley in Tokyo Drift. Their acting was as dry as the wooden tables in my office. All shiny but dry.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnViiwTaQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ovZ56qPeKSU/s1600-h/Fast-Furious-4-11%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Fast-Furious-4-11" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="354" alt="Fast-Furious-4-11" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVjVxx0mI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ecidaHIWXBE/Fast-Furious-4-11_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Sure it’s not that easy to carry on the plot after seeing how Paul Walker and Vin Diesel did in the starting 2 movies. I do give them credits for trying, but the right elements are what makes this movie a hit in the beginning.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVj62tySI/AAAAAAAAAWI/bnKuzPFZY3Q/s1600-h/Fast-Furious-4-35%5B17%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Fast-Furious-4-35" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="179" alt="Fast-Furious-4-35" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVkcaa41I/AAAAAAAAAWM/mLklMz9cz4g/Fast-Furious-4-35_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;It would be good to see if Justin Lin (the director) can infuse the elements of all his franchise and make one giant, over-the-top racing action movie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;If you don’t understand this post, you need to get on down to your nearest cinema and catch this movie. Or if you’ve not watched any of the previous Fast and Furious series, you need to visit your local video store and get a copy. Period.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-239913637770665768?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/239913637770665768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=239913637770665768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/239913637770665768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/239913637770665768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-model-original-parts.html' title='New Model. Original Parts.'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdnVPq08mrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bNkqQxeYdEY/s72-c/2009_the_fast_and_the_furious_4_wallpaper_005_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-9089567571263552052</id><published>2009-04-02T12:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:26:11.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;These past weeks, I’ve found myself changing. Hopefully for the better.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;My mindset has changed, my priorities had changed, my interests had changed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;I left the whole MTV mindset behind now and moved towards the Financial Times mindset.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;I’m now more interested in news, whether normal or business, more than I am interested in songs. And that’s a little shitty for someone who hasn’t even touched the 25 year-old mark.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Maybe this is because of the desire to start building myself up financially and moving towards a more matured thinking. And maybe it’s also towards the fact that my family would soon be starting our own business. Just a small one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;But for me, I’m already planning on whether this business has an opportunity for expansion.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;On a totally unrelated topic, there was an interesting discussion on the radio this morning.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;The deejays were asking callers if they had talked back to their parents before and whether do the callers think it is a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Being Asians, we were always taught never to talk back to your parents or elders or superiors. This concept had been drilled into our mind that it’s against ethics to talk back to someone who’s of a higher position. In classrooms, we were never taught to voice out our opinions on serious topics. We just have to accept everything the teacher says, and we learn blindly. Failing to question the norm and push the teachers into explaining facts until that fact is justified.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;This makes us Asians non-confrontation nations. Most of us dare not voice ourselves out over things we sometimes do not agree on. Even when we do agree on things and are largely satisfied, we still keep it to ourselves and do not voice it out publicly. We never compliment the chef for an excellent meal, nor acknowledge an employee for a good and thorough service.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;So when people give orders, which you’re not fully agreeable with, you’d still kowtow and just accept it for the way it is.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;I wouldn’t say everyone is that way. We Malaysians have gone a long way to speaking our minds publicly. But not enough.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;We shout out our dissatisfactions, while hiding behind the curtains, hoping that no one will point out exactly who said that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;If we had all been trained to voice opinions and speak our minds at an early age, we would grow up with a more matured mindset rather than one which is half dead and only knows how to take orders and not analyse it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;The Western countries had long started expressing themselves freely and openly and this is one of the reasons they progress way faster than we could ever have. By having discussions and debates, we elevate our mindset and our analysis on issues faced. By keeping things to ourselves, nothing gets analysed and we don’t go anywhere with it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;In fact, if we had escaped from this non-confrontational mindset earlier, Malaysia would’ve been a much more developed and mature nation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;And, please. Debating and arguing on who should be Prime Minister and who should take which State seats is a whole load of bullshit in our country’s issues.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;The whole world is debating about the Global Economic crisis and our local news is focusing on who’s going to be PM, &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/4/2/nation/3613439&amp;amp;sec=nation" target="_blank"&gt;who’s quitting the Cabinet&lt;/a&gt; and stupid tri-elections.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;That’s just so pathetically childish.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;I like the way the Obama administration is going. Even their national car maker and one of the biggest car manufacturer in the world, General Motors (GM), has to fight to obtain financial backing from the Government. Or else, it’s pack up and close down. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdQ-ULm7pZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/y_-I80-1ABg/s1600-h/untitled%5B14%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="untitled" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="361" alt="untitled" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdQ-YoGmCAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/3VRD2cxamj8/untitled_thumb%5B14%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Same can’t be said with Proton now, can it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-9089567571263552052?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/9089567571263552052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=9089567571263552052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/9089567571263552052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/9089567571263552052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/04/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdQ-YoGmCAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/3VRD2cxamj8/s72-c/untitled_thumb%5B14%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-3764913360195003313</id><published>2009-04-02T10:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:39:24.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women and driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;I just realised how long I’ve not blogged.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Been travelling around a lot lately for work and also bogged down with projects at the office. Feels great to have just a moment to sit down to just put in a post or two.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Travelling often, I realise something while I’m on the road.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;2/10 bad/&lt;strike&gt;crazy&lt;/strike&gt; irritating drivers on the road are men. So, you do the math and find out how many are women.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Yes, I stand by my words. Especially when you’re in a rush, you tend to notice these sort of things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Now, I didn’t say that ALL women are bad at driving. Those that are real good behind the wheels are almost as rare as the Malaysian Government awarding Datuk-ship to a good Samaritan. There’s barely 1% of them IN THIS WORLD.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;So far, the things I’ve noticed from women drivers are:-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Signalling and changing lanes immediately. Just because you’ve signalled, it doesn’t mean you can immediately change lanes and other drivers will jam their brakes and yield. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Driving below the speed limit on the fast lane. Don’t you know the function of the last lane? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Not showing appreciation when people give way, even if it was a forced situation. Is lifting a hand up to say “thanks” that hard? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Slow in giving way to oncoming speeding vehicles, on the last lane on the highway. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Sometimes, I don’t really know whether women drivers are really clueless to driving rules, regulations and road ethics or are they just plain ignorant.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Therefore, I have some advice for you women/girls/females.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;When you want to change lanes, signal, look at the oncoming traffic, and only change lanes when situation REALLY allows. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;If you do not want to go over the speed limit, stay in the centre lane and only go into the fast lane to overtake. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;When other drivers give way, whether willingly or by force, just raise your hand and give a “thank you” sign. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;If you’re gonna be driving at not-higher-than-80km/h, please, PRETTY PLEASE do NOT buy a Honda VTEC/ Mercedes/ BMW/ any luxury, high performance vehicle for that matter. First of, it’s a waste of money and you can get a Myvi for the same purpose, with better fuel efficiency. Secondly, hazardous to security? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;It is well documented that women do not have the skills to manoeuvre at speeds over 110km/h on a busy road/highway. So, please stay in the centre lane and try not to use the fast lane unless for overtaking.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;And PLEASE, check your rear mirrors for oncoming cars. When other vehicles flash their lights asking you to give way, do so quickly and not ponder on it for a whole 10 minutes! Don’t make us resort to tailgating you. We don’t intend to do it on purpose, if you’d have only given way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Now, just so to state, I’m not a sexist. These advise goes out to some of you no-skill, slow poke, stupid-excuse-for-a-male drivers as well. Stay in the slow lane!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;On an entirely different note, my 1.3 Auto Myvi beat a 3.0 Mercedes SLK280 on skills and handling. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdQixUZQX_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/b8Gl7WoxlRw/s1600-h/2006_auto_show_052%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" color="#333333" size="2"&gt;&lt;img title="2006_auto_show_052" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="270" alt="2006_auto_show_052" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdQiyVRIFKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CEw4o82nkZE/2006_auto_show_052_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;That’s a David vs Goliath competition. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Oh happy day~~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-3764913360195003313?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/3764913360195003313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=3764913360195003313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3764913360195003313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3764913360195003313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/04/women-and-driving.html' title='Women and driving'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SdQiyVRIFKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CEw4o82nkZE/s72-c/2006_auto_show_052_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-5376640676816696115</id><published>2009-03-17T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:30:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When equal isn’t really equal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;There was a point in time when women protested to gain equality with men. They wanted to be more liberal and they wanted equal opportunities that is given to men.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;After a long while, we men became soft-hearted and gave in to those demands and treated women equal in almost anything humanly possible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;We started having female astronauts, female scientists, female construction crane operators, female cabbies, female bus drivers, female wrestlers, female executives and directors, female firefighters, policewomen, female racers and even female criminals.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Almost all industries, which were once dictated and monopolized by men, have been given equal opportunities to women to pursue. But that wasn’t enough, was it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;They wanted more. Instead of just taking equal opportunities, they now strive to control men in return and lead us by the nose.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;After a long evolution of men, we are slowly, but surely, becoming wimps. Don’t deny the fact that you’re not as manly as men once were because, now, we strive to PLEASE women.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;We started cooking for them, carrying their handbags while they shop, do house chores for them, follow them around while they spend your money shopping, when they yell you fold and submit, when they’re angry you beg and cry.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Are most of these actions being appreciated? Most of the time, no. And this just makes us more vulnerable to further actions, that led to us being taken by the nose. We submit to their terms.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Somehow, equal isn’t really equal anymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Let’s assess some scenarios to see the difference between actions done by a man and similarly done by a woman, and the perception of it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" color="#ff8000" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario #1: Breaking Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" color="#008000" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a man breaks up with a woman, he/she must have done something wrong. They fight and break up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" color="#ff0000" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a woman breaks up with a man, he was a jerk and she was right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" color="#ff8000" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario #2: Cheating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" color="#008000" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a man cheats, most of the time he’s just finding someone else to do things with that he can’t do with his partner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" color="#ff0000" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a woman cheats, her current man isn’t good enough for her and she deserves someone else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" color="#ff8000" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario #3: Spending&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" color="#008000" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a woman doesn’t pay for dates, the man will gladly pay on her behalf, mostly without collecting back in return.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" color="#ff0000" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a man doesn’t pay for dates, the woman will be reluctant to part with her money, and Scenario #2 will start and ends with Scenario #1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;The word “&lt;em&gt;gentlemen&lt;/em&gt;” is actually a very manipulative word. Women use it to influence men to behave ourselves and to do things FOR women. If we don’t, they just say that we’re “not gentlemen” and proceed to blacklist us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;I don’t speak for all women and men. But this is my general observation from a lot of female specimen.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;And some women have a good sense to say that “all the good men in this world are dead.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Futura Md" size="2"&gt;Gosh, 95% of the women in this world are born half blind.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-5376640676816696115?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/5376640676816696115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=5376640676816696115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/5376640676816696115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/5376640676816696115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-equal-isnt-really-equal.html' title='When equal isn’t really equal'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-929994298368551992</id><published>2009-03-06T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:57:26.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sights and sounds of…..business.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Lately I’ve found myself travelling quite often. Usually outstation whether on day trips or overnights.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;For those who don’t know the nature of my work, I currently handle designs and New Product Developments in my company. We have customers spanning from Jitra all the way to Singapore. And at times, we do have Thai customers in our accounts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Therefore, when the sales people travel to meet their customers on discussions of new projects or new designs or new customers, I am required to travel with them to meet those customers. Well, I too have my own customer. Kampai.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Yes, we handle all food and beverage customers as well as liquor customers. And they’re all over the country.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Just last week, I travelled up north with 2 sales personnel to visit 11 customers. In a day. The trip started with the first customer in Bidor and the last is in Sg Petani.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;So, since we were so near the Thai border, we decided to stay over at the small town right at the border, called Dannok.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;It was a good choice because a room in a decent hotel in Dannok costs roughly half the price of a decent room in a hotel in Kedah. If there are any, that is. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;[Company paying but dunno why are we helping them to save]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;But being in Dannok is a whole different experience. Mostly only for the guys.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Things there are cheap. So are a lot of other “things”. The price of a &lt;strong&gt;PROPER&lt;/strong&gt; Thai massage there is about half the price of a Thai massage that is available in Malaysia. At the end of it, the tired body of travelling around is fully relaxed and rested.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;But, Dannok is a place of “see but don’t touch”. There was a decent club there that isn’t sleazy and also features live singing and dance performances. There are male and female, Thai and even Chinese, singing English, Chinese, Thai and even Japanese songs to entertain the patrons there. Drinks are decent, compared to those here in Malaysia.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Today (Friday), had to visit my own customer’s filling factory in Muar.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Kidnapped one of my sales person and my QA officer to come along to check out their machinery and filling process.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Left at about 8.30am, reached the factory at about 11am, done everything before noon and then gone down to town to have lunch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Got back to the office by 3.30pm. Not bad. I’m proud of my Myvi. We even brought back some otak-otak and biscuits from Muar.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;This concludes some of the travelling that happened in the past weeks. I left out some but these were the biggest ones.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Now I feel like sleeping in the office.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;*Yawn*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-929994298368551992?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/929994298368551992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=929994298368551992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/929994298368551992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/929994298368551992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/03/sights-and-sounds-ofbusiness.html' title='Sights and sounds of…..business.'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-4033032340716105735</id><published>2009-02-17T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:30:40.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, Willie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Another fellow friend has just left to continue his study overseas for another couple of years or so.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Recently, a few friends have left KL in pursuit of degrees or for job opportunities.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Jinqyi had just quit her job and will be moving to Singapore for a job opening.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZoeZlS1NkI/AAAAAAAAASk/uwYx_iGHW1o/s1600-h/DSC00209%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00209" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="DSC00209" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZoetss5WRI/AAAAAAAAASo/xxTXPynXseE/DSC00209_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt; There goes one of my movie buddy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;On Sunday, we had a farewell lunch for William who is leaving for New Zealand to continue his study.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZoezEUyZZI/AAAAAAAAASs/yL7mH4szO_E/s1600-h/DSC00115%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00115" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="537" alt="DSC00115" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZofLMmbWeI/AAAAAAAAASw/rQmywZpBxMs/DSC00115_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;[Farewell lunch @ Italiannies]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZofQ10xRFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0XTHY007HhM/s1600-h/DSC00100%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00100" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="DSC00100" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZofTVRYP3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/-EUSjKCwo4Y/DSC00100_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt; [Jimbo and Willie.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;The Shidio gang went to Italiannies for his farewell lunch. 12 of us officially attended the gathering. Those were James, Sammie, Eve, Julie, Ben, Cal, May, Chrystal, Chin Hou, JT, moi and the guest of honour himself, Willie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZofaXJBYKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/C8uZBKent2c/s1600-h/DSC00098%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00098" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="DSC00098" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZofecej0eI/AAAAAAAAATA/00yTLKf-8Bo/DSC00098_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt; [The Shidios @ early period]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Food was great, atmosphere was great. Everyone had a great time mingling and joking about. It’s the last time in the next few months or years that we can make fun of William. And no matter how often the Shidios see each other, we always have something to joke or talk about. Things never gets old.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZofgQOzs8I/AAAAAAAAATE/4b_FDfp4h9Q/s1600-h/DSC00107%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00107" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="DSC00107" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZofkDVR1WI/AAAAAAAAATI/13HyFd95Z1Y/DSC00107_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt; [The later part of lunch]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Willie will always be one of the most outgoing and funny guys to be friends with. His humour and (sometimes lame) jokes can have you in stitches and possibly rolling on the floor laughing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light" color="#ff8000"&gt;Willie&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; : &lt;em&gt;Kuli&lt;/em&gt;!!        &lt;br /&gt;Ben&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; : &lt;em&gt;Chibi&lt;/em&gt;!!        &lt;br /&gt;Willie&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; : &lt;em&gt;Kuli&lt;/em&gt;!!        &lt;br /&gt;Ben&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; : &lt;em&gt;Chibi&lt;/em&gt;!!        &lt;br /&gt;Willie&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; : &lt;em&gt;Ta kao arr&lt;/em&gt;??? (Wanna fight?)        &lt;br /&gt;Ben&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; : &lt;em&gt;Chui fu la&lt;/em&gt;!!! (Take off your pants &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Yes, the good ol’ days. Where we will always have something to laugh about in class because of his antics.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZofqcqHYsI/AAAAAAAAATM/e12y4uogN6E/s1600-h/DSC00103%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00103" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="DSC00103" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZogRyYOYLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/EgE8nlEFGaQ/DSC00103_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt; [Eve with nice posing smile]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;But, everyone needs to fulfil their own desires and ambitions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZogVAC82bI/AAAAAAAAATU/SGu5uSNGvW8/s1600-h/DSC00109%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00109" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="DSC00109" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZogZjIZfGI/AAAAAAAAATY/sYcaFn82QI4/DSC00109_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt; [Us drawing on Willie’s gift.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZogfBnoQMI/AAAAAAAAATc/zJccZqG8-KU/s1600-h/DSC00110%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00110" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="537" alt="DSC00110" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZoghieiqLI/AAAAAAAAATg/6wGKHA54xGE/DSC00110_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt; [Willie with his original Shidio-designed stationery pouch gift.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;So, this year, there will be more leaving and some possibly leaving. Therefore, the number of friends around me will slowly decrease until they someday finally return home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZogpk6SRPI/AAAAAAAAATk/55UEjdgjIqo/s1600-h/DSC00108%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00108" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="DSC00108" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZog8r9d-DI/AAAAAAAAATo/0zIxTDR5XZU/DSC00108_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt; [More of the Shidios. Eve wondering what else to photograph.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Those on the list who’ll be leaving are Sammie, JT and possibly James. 3 more great friends in the Shidio gang. Going off by the end of this year. (I think Ashlei left also)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZog_XWh0ZI/AAAAAAAAATs/JLQ4HI9GBjM/s1600-h/DSC00105%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00105" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="DSC00105" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZohDB0sd_I/AAAAAAAAATw/ayiGBSnUMik/DSC00105_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt; [Sammie, who arrived late that day.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Less 3 birthday celebrations. Less Shidio gatherings. Increase in farewell gatherings.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Monday, I went with James and JT to KLIA to send William off.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZohNhI8DLI/AAAAAAAAAT0/FV2j54BjKnk/s1600-h/DSC00123%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00123" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="537" alt="DSC00123" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZohReR92fI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qOQR-5mOKBQ/DSC00123_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt; [Willie looking happy to be leaving Malaysia.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Savoured some last moments of jokes and playfulness before he goes off.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Take care dude. Best of wishes for your studies there. Don’t let the &lt;strong&gt;All Blacks&lt;/strong&gt; trample over you and make sure the sheeps aren’t &lt;strong&gt;extinct&lt;/strong&gt; by winter. And don’t accidentally shave off their nipples.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;I wonder when will it be my turn to go overseas to pursue my ambition.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-4033032340716105735?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/4033032340716105735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=4033032340716105735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4033032340716105735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4033032340716105735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/02/farewell-willie.html' title='Farewell, Willie.'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZoetss5WRI/AAAAAAAAASo/xxTXPynXseE/s72-c/DSC00209_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-8273677408516294148</id><published>2009-02-16T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:51:41.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Valentines.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;The time for endless spending in this festival of romance. For most of you, at least.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;For those who’re single, I do understand that some find this the loneliest time of the year. What more when it coincidentally falls on a Saturday.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;For those of you who can still find a date to spend the day, great for you. For those who didn’t, like me, there’s no need to be feeling down or lonely.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;I only asked one person out. But since that person wasn’t free, I was lazy to ask anyone else. Most of my close friends have partners or have other plans or are too far to meet up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;On the bright side, I saved heaps by not spending on flowers or chocolates or gifts that you &lt;strong&gt;schmucks&lt;/strong&gt; think is a MUST have. Too many of you have been eating up commercialism, if you haven’t noticed it yet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Okay, back to the topic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;It’s not all about romance and gifts and whatnots on this day. Sometimes people go so overboard with this day and forget the whole meaning of it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;This day should not only be about dating or being with your other half. In my opinion, it should also be a day to remember and acknowledge the people who loved you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light" color="#ff0000"&gt;[Saint Valentine was a Roman who was killed for his faith on February 14, 269 A.D. He had refused to worship pagan gods, and some stories say he was a priest who would marry young couples in secret who loved each other but who did not have parental permission. In 496, his 'saint day' was established. He is associated with love because he fell in love with the daughter of his jailer, and would pass notes to her. His final note, before he was executed, read 'from your Valentine'.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;There are people who do bring their girlfriends or boyfriends home and celebrate Valentines. Sure, they may buy individual gifts for their partners. But for dinner, they bring their partners home to have a dinner with their families at nice restaurants. There’s nothing wrong with it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;So, for those of you who are single, dateless and have parents around, why not spend some time with them?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;On a totally unrelated note, I was dating a China national woman on that day. And she gave me a great massage on our first date.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;Okay, fine. I went to a massage parlour. And, no, not that type that you think. Even my parents went. And I got myself a nice, relaxing massage for my tired back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;The lady even pants me and massaged MY ASS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Myriad Pro Light"&gt;I don’t know it but I may have just been sexually violated.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-8273677408516294148?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/8273677408516294148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=8273677408516294148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8273677408516294148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8273677408516294148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-2359704706646626602</id><published>2009-02-12T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:47:21.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Well, 2 months into a new year and I’m glad that I’ve been able to fulfil some of my &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#808080" size="2"&gt;resolutions&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;When the clock struck 12am into 1st of January, I made &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#808080" size="2"&gt;several resolutions/tasks/to-dos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; that I would fulfil within this year. And now, I can cross off some.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;1. Improve myself physically and mentally         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2. Face my demons&lt;/strike&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;3. Save some money for a rainy day/investments          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;4. TRY to be punctual for work             &lt;br /&gt;5. Complete all undone tasks&lt;/strike&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;6. Contribute more to things that matters            &lt;br /&gt;7. Try to mend some broken friendships            &lt;br /&gt;8. Improve my cooking skills            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;9. Vacation to AT LEAST one good holiday destination&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The most recent achievement would be a vacation to a nice holiday destination. And I finally mapped it out yesterday.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;I browsed several websites online, surfed into Malaysia Airlines and Air Asia for flight rates and travel periods and finally made my decisions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;I booked a &lt;strong&gt;5 days, 4 nights trip&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Phuket&lt;/strong&gt; on the &lt;strong&gt;1st of May&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZK4SwD7I/AAAAAAAAARc/suZWRMt7wrs/s1600-h/Phuket-Poster-C10087139%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img title="Phuket-Poster-C10087139" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="290" alt="Phuket-Poster-C10087139" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZOHOwpnI/AAAAAAAAARg/86NuX4VKBzs/Phuket-Poster-C10087139_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; This trip costs me RM406 for a two way flight and RM530 for a five nights accommodation. Not bad considering this is one of the hottest tourist destinations. With MAS’s Low Fares, tickets are now more affordable. It was even more affordable than Air Asia…for the time being.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZPIKJuhI/AAAAAAAAARk/Jm2ZrSZYRM0/s1600-h/map-phuket-island-small%5B4%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img title="map-phuket-island-small" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="447" alt="map-phuket-island-small" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZQ0yVh_I/AAAAAAAAARo/VnTdMg0ALVI/map-phuket-island-small_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; I opted to stay around the Kata Beach area rather than Patong because, it seems that Patong is normally the more crowded beaches in Phuket.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;After looking up several (super expensive) hotels, I came across a hotel which looks great and at an affordable price. Very affordable.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZWdoxcuI/AAAAAAAAARs/s4pOAYCihkw/s1600-h/hotel00%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img title="hotel00" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="217" alt="hotel00" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZXIfTJjI/AAAAAAAAARw/vHBos96lG80/hotel00_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; Anyway, why bother for such a high class hotel when, at a place with so much activities available, you should be out enjoying the vacation and not be cooped in your room half the vacation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZYmL9WlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JxmWPDLi5og/s1600-h/KATBSUG3%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img title="KATBSUG3" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="KATBSUG3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZaEvZOKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/DkKcxLYZdFg/KATBSUG3_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; If you wanna do so, just get a room at your local hotel and stay there. Why bother going away for a vacation to live in a room?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The highlight of this vacation is that I’ll be travelling alone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Yes, &lt;strong&gt;ALONE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Some already asked me why I’m travelling alone and not with friends or family. Some gave me a suggestion to quickly get another girlfriend and bring her along for the trip.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZbdZRAFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sXcIrL0_r50/s1600-h/phuket_karon%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img title="phuket_karon" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="271" alt="phuket_karon" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZc_K2zyI/AAAAAAAAASA/OFdJoFb4WuA/phuket_karon_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; Well, the answer is simple. Because I wanted to go by myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;See, first of all, this is not a matter of just a 200-300 Ringgit trip where I can easily pull someone to tag along. This trip costs almost a thousand. And that’s not including spending money. Unless I’m surrounded by millionaires, anyone would find it hard to commit to travelling with you. Or unless, both or more parties had been planning together for this trip.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZgZSpUNI/AAAAAAAAASE/Qh7tsZ2yd24/s1600-h/full_nightlife_bangla_2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img title="full_nightlife_bangla_2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="full_nightlife_bangla_2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZhQ--5HI/AAAAAAAAASI/G2QqJUF5uJA/full_nightlife_bangla_2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; Secondly, I wouldn’t have to synchronize my travel period to suit the other person. Almost nobody’s schedule and plans are perfect and I don’t want the hassle of “I’m sorry, something came up and I can’t go with you. Find someone else.” or “Sorry, my girlfriend grounded me in my OWN house.” It’s irritating and frustrating to deal with those situations.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZlbbvDcI/AAAAAAAAASM/fcT-dEYn9PU/s1600-h/Bangla%20road%20in%20Patong%20Beach%20Phuket%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img title="Bangla%20road%20in%20Patong%20Beach%20Phuket" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="191" alt="Bangla%20road%20in%20Patong%20Beach%20Phuket" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZnFfIEnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/w1ZWQ7yu0Ug/Bangla%20road%20in%20Patong%20Beach%20Phuket_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; Thirdly, I can do almost anything I want. And with no one to cramp my tempo. I like and do tend to do things that I want to do quickly and I don’t really prefer to sit around in the hotel room relaxing, while waiting for dinner time. Relaxing can be done at the end of the day once most of the shops in town are closed. And when you’re finally burnt out for the day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZob9Ke8I/AAAAAAAAASU/SGw_2yl1HV4/s1600-h/013924phuket-fantasea01%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img title="013924phuket-fantasea01" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="302" alt="013924phuket-fantasea01" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZpw0t7_I/AAAAAAAAASY/qP5IH8Gth8w/013924phuket-fantasea01_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; As I’ve Googled and surfed around the net, I found that there’re tonnes of things to do in Phuket and not just water activities. There were also jungle trekking, elephant tours, ATV rides, kayaking, Thai boxing matches and many more. So, yes, I don’t want anyone to slow me down. I paid for the trip and I am going to enjoy it to the fullest. At the expense of my wallet and bank account, though.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZsVz6XUI/AAAAAAAAASc/WhR4yTMV-T0/s1600-h/DivingPackage%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img title="DivingPackage" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="DivingPackage" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZuKtv5MI/AAAAAAAAASg/SRHCJQFmQBQ/DivingPackage_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; But I think this would be a worthwhile trip. It’s not like I have millions in my account and can come and go whenever I want. Since I am able to go, I better make the best of it. Hopefully with tonnes of photos (anybody can loan me a water-proof camera? Doubt my DSLR or my C905 is water-resistant.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Any of you with experience going to Phuket, I do hope you can spare some tips and maybe some recommendations.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;I don’t guarantee souvenirs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-2359704706646626602?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/2359704706646626602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=2359704706646626602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/2359704706646626602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/2359704706646626602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/02/vacation-plans.html' title='Vacation plans'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SZOZOHOwpnI/AAAAAAAAARg/86NuX4VKBzs/s72-c/Phuket-Poster-C10087139_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-55736071144089059</id><published>2009-02-09T09:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:48:22.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think I’ll go to Boston…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Everyday that I continue living here, I get more and more frustrated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Frustrated with some of the people around me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And every time those frustrations pop up again, my priority of moving out of my house goes higher and higher towards Top Priority. I’d probably move out at the first chance I get.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And what’s my plan if I DO move out?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;First possibility :&lt;/font&gt; Move to another house, away from my family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Second possibility :&lt;/font&gt; Move away to another country to either study or work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m just so sick being here. Some people here are so FUCKING stubborn that I’m through and fed up with seeing them everyday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why should I have to suffer anger almost everyday when I could risk just going away to live a lonely,PEACEFUL life. Best of all, I can do whatever the heck I want. And I wouldn’t have to face some pain in the ass everyday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At least when I’m lonely, I won’t be going around with a sulk on my face and anger in my heart. The least I can do there is find one new friend. Not an impossible thing for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What’s the point in living in your own home and not feel happy being there?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#a5a7ad" size="2"&gt;I think I'll go to Boston...       &lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start a new life,        &lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#a5a7ad" size="2"&gt;I think I'll go to Boston,       &lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm just tired        &lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...        &lt;br /&gt;I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,        &lt;br /&gt;I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That’ll just be great.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Isn’t moving out part of growing up?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-55736071144089059?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/55736071144089059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=55736071144089059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/55736071144089059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/55736071144089059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/02/think-ill-go-to-boston.html' title='Think I’ll go to Boston…..'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-8256783751790063480</id><published>2009-01-31T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:33:39.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I just feel like quitting everything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quit my job.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quit the people around me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Leave this house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And move away to another place where no one knows me and I don’t know anybody.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A decent place far far away from here. A place to just start over.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the only communication would be a postcard from me saying, “Yes, I’m still alive.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wonder if anyone would even bother.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maybe my dog who comes into my room every morning would.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-8256783751790063480?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/8256783751790063480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=8256783751790063480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8256783751790063480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8256783751790063480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-i-just-feel-like-quitting.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-7675207327096894644</id><published>2009-01-28T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:34:30.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Chinese New Year analysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Think I would just stick back to this font..seeing so many people being comfortable with it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, after almost a week of not blogging, I should be able to stretch this post a little more &lt;font size="1"&gt;than my usual&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First of, for those who were checking my blog for updates, I’m back and I have finally updated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For those who come back occasionally, I send you the same greeting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For those who don’t like the way I blog, TOO BAD. I’m back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9TcFMYbWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/DtDrUDug4ns/s1600-h/Chinese_New_Year_07_2%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Chinese_New_Year_07_2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="Chinese_New_Year_07_2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9TdFVEUYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ivHnpcXdO3U/Chinese_New_Year_07_2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, the whole festivity joy started for everyone even before the actual date of CNY. The whole experience of CNY shopping, getting together with friends and even for some, house decorations. It’s a full process that makes the actual day enjoyable and happening.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, first of for this post is, updating the things that I did and bought leading to Chinese New Year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For the past few weeks, I find myself clubbing and drinking more than I usually do. Maybe it’s because of my friend who gets me into Bar Celona for free and drinks at good prices. But still, the fact remains that I’ve upped my activity of going to clubs. And more to follow. Not good? Hmmm…depends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Next, material things that I’ve gained so far.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Firstly, I bought ONE t-shirt for CNY. It’s bright red, feels cooling, light, has 3 logos on it and costs RM250.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9Tenj42nI/AAAAAAAAAQk/exhKc6s2Z1s/s1600-h/DSC00024%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00024" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="DSC00024" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9TfWARrOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/00VKZXBXov0/DSC00024_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you haven’t guessed it already, yes, I bought an MU jersey. I love the team and I love the jersey design.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Next on my list, this item was a real dilemma.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With the small bonus I had, I had to choose to either get the phone I was drooling over for the past few months or to get this item.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But then, I decided to split my money up – some for my family, some for savings (vacation, here I come!!) and the rest, to get this item.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m talking about a watch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9TgluR7jI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IuV1OYdsdYg/s1600-h/DSC00016%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00016" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="DSC00016" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9ThhJnPxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8j4OmVb_IXY/DSC00016_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got myself a Fossil watch. Cost only RM378 (minus the RM50 rebate for purchasing over Rm400)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I liked the design, less bothered about the price. It’s a bargain if you ask me because Fossil watch designs are beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For those of you who think only Tag Heuer or Omega or Tissot watches with their overblown prices have good designs, think again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That wasn’t all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As if God was watching over me and heard my wants, He decided to bless me with the following item that I purchased. (although I eventually still have to PAY for it)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As if by total coincidence that I decided to go to Summit on that fateful day. As if by coincidence (although I’ve already given up all hopes of buying that item) that I decided to walk into Sony Ericsson in Summit to take a last glance at the phone on my wish list. And as if by total coincidence, I stumbled upon a promotion which includes one for my phone and it allows me to pay by Monthly Instalments, a day before the promotion end, which is 2 days away from CNY.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How much more coincidental can that be?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes, folks. I finally got it. I finally got my C905.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9TiqlEXQI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qNFG63N4Xhs/s1600-h/SEC905%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="SEC905" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="316" alt="SEC905" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9TjoROhFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rUj07JHNS24/SEC905_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9TlBfFH6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cA9mislNExc/s1600-h/DSC00025%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00025" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="DSC00025" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9Tlxjwd9I/AAAAAAAAARA/Z_bZNnfdPTw/DSC00025_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had totally given up hope on it, seeing I could no longer fork out RM2k for that phone after the other expenditures. And then this promotion came around. And I got the last black model available.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Loved the phone’s functions. And its 8.1MP camera. It’s like carrying a compact digital camera in your pocket. Literally.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It IS bulky but I DON’T CARE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The last few pictures were taken with this phone and so are the following few.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;*No, the phone picture and the Lion Dance picture weren’t taken by this phone. Don’t kid yourself. It’s not a DSLR. The Lion Dance is in Vancouver. And I couldn’t have taken the phone’s own picture either.*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On Saturday, took Evon, my neighbour, out for lunch. To repay my debt for being my fashion model for my photography project back during college. Stalled my payback for almost a year now, so I figure, what better time to repay her than before the New Year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9TnIud8NI/AAAAAAAAARE/Ykegpq_c5lw/s1600-h/IMGP0066%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMGP0066" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="603" alt="IMGP0066" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9Tnyly1wI/AAAAAAAAARI/3shpPNnvcpY/IMGP0066_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to Paddington House of Pancakes in One Utama. Food wasn’t bad but pricey. Good to say it was well worth it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sunday. Reunion dinner for most Chinese families. But mine was almost always unusual every year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last year, we decided to have TGI Fridays instead of Chinese food. And this year, we wanted to have Japanese.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Plan foiled. Went to Tony Roma’s in Pyramid instead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9TpzHKy_I/AAAAAAAAARM/dz3gAKOHuCk/s1600-h/DSC00004%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00004" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="DSC00004" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9TrKyKZPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/WDmHjCyNAnE/DSC00004_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First time going there, actually. Given I was in a college not too far from there, I should’ve gone there at least once instead of constantly going back to TGI Fridays. The food in Tony Roma’s is so much more worth the money.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I tried their Ribs Combo (which comes with my order of a Tony Roma’s Sirloin steak) and it was great. Wasn’t enough to fill my stomach but it was satisfying.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9TsRsBMpI/AAAAAAAAARU/xidIFkS1PpI/s1600-h/DSC00012%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00012" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="304" alt="DSC00012" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9TtVkkcPI/AAAAAAAAARY/PGkhcJpU7R8/DSC00012_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;Picture a little dark cuz I didn’t opt for the flash&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mum ordered a salad which could turn anyone who THINKS eating salad will make you slim, grow fatter than having a steak meal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It looked as if they served my mum her salad right out of the mixing bowl.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The total costs of RM200plus was a decent price for a 6 pax table. Could’ve cost much more to go to a Chinese restaurant, where they inflate the price several times over because of the occasion. And I would still NOT be full.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The rest of the night is filled with cleaning and preparing our home for the festival.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HAPPY CHINESE “NIU” YEAR, my dear readers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;*For those of you REAL bananas, “Niu” in mandarin means “Cow”. Capesh?*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-7675207327096894644?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/7675207327096894644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=7675207327096894644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7675207327096894644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7675207327096894644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/01/pre-chinese-new-year-analysis.html' title='Pre Chinese New Year analysis'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SX9TdFVEUYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ivHnpcXdO3U/s72-c/Chinese_New_Year_07_2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-7710478962052270977</id><published>2009-01-19T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:02:39.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Female flasher</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Was in One Utama on Sunday with the family for some CNY shopping.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Encountered a very devastating (and indeed funny) incident.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;It made a lot of people’s jaw drop open and some even took their time admiring the incident.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;It was improper. It was immoral. It was shameful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SXRBoidWmGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/T7Xm2O1w-JY/s1600-h/DSC00247%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00247" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="484" alt="DSC00247" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SXRBrpux55I/AAAAAAAAAQY/5MzyRQbpk7U/DSC00247_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;A small girl had pulled down that poor cheongsam-wearing doll’s top.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Public flashing is a criminal offence.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-7710478962052270977?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/7710478962052270977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=7710478962052270977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7710478962052270977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7710478962052270977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/01/female-flasher.html' title='Female flasher'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SXRBrpux55I/AAAAAAAAAQY/5MzyRQbpk7U/s72-c/DSC00247_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-8358130989883096966</id><published>2009-01-19T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:52:41.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you pose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Friday. The end of the week.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Went to Subang Parade with mum at night for dinner since she was alone at home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Such a good son, right. I know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Self-praise is an international disgrace.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Had a brief dinner at Nandos and mum wanted to walk around and maybe look at some things in Parkson.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;We then passed by the main center area nearing Parkson and that is the place where they usually hold special events or really big promotions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;And the promotion that week was by a lingerie brand called Valisere. Sure, sounds pretty normal. Nothing to get steamed up about. Lingerie isn’t really a BIG thing to be hyperventilating over. &lt;strike&gt;Except for you perv.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;But right behind some fitting rooms, I discovered this….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SXQ_T4Xv3mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jfiKc0tAGiU/s1600-h/DSC00244%5B17%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00244" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="484" alt="DSC00244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SXQ_WENmPYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6PpDQcFRikY/DSC00244_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;A mirror. A clear, full body MIRROR.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Why would there be a mirror on the OUTSIDE of the fitting rooms of a female underwear sale event??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;They expecting someone to walk out with just their underwear on and admire themselves in that mirror?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Not that I mind.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-8358130989883096966?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/8358130989883096966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=8358130989883096966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8358130989883096966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8358130989883096966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/01/would-you-pose.html' title='Would you pose?'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SXQ_WENmPYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6PpDQcFRikY/s72-c/DSC00244_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-6417758025186381432</id><published>2009-01-15T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:18:14.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;On Tuesday, got to follow a Sales Personnel to visit a liquor customer. And no visit to a liquor customer is without free booze and nonsense chats.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Immediately after returning to office, went home and straight to the futsal court. And I managed to score some goals that day. &lt;strike&gt;And pass out right after.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Nowadays, there is something bothering me about some people who are in a relationship.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Why do people nowadays seem to think that constant arguments and quarrels while in a relationship is an Okay thing? Like as if it has to happen or else it’s not a relationship.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Once or twice is fine. But if it’s constant, then in my opinion, it’s a sign that two people cannot tolerate each other well. What more after they get married, live together and face each other everyday? What would happen to that marriage?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Like I quote a &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2008/12/this-christmas.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;famous blogger&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;, a relationship shouldn’t take so much work. Or else it wouldn’t be called “a relationship”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Both are supposed to try to understand each other’s wants and needs and have to be able to tolerate each other instead of starting arguments with each other over petty things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Sticking to someone who treats you like crap and saying “that’s love” is a whole load of &lt;strong&gt;bullshit&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Therefore, I find it hard to give relationship advice to some people. It’s just wasting breath and time. They complain and complain but yet, choose to stay in that situation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Not like that’s the only bloody fish in the whole damn ocean.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;This time, I’m going to take my own sweet time to search for another. &lt;strike&gt;Random dating maybe?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="2"&gt;Screw New Year’s kiss. Screw Valentines Day. Screw weekend dates. I can occupy myself well enough.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-6417758025186381432?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/6417758025186381432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=6417758025186381432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/6417758025186381432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/6417758025186381432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-8575439183571585445</id><published>2009-01-08T08:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:08:10.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of schools, sister and police....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Know how I said in another post that I hate the morning traffic?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, I'm please to know that they have now deployed more traffic police to ensure that the flow of traffic within USJ and the road heading to the old Subang Airport.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It used to take me about &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;30 minutes&lt;/font&gt; to get to work during rush hour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now it takes me about &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;50 minutes&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What went wrong?? I know in the midst of the new school term starting that traffic will be slightly heavier but this is ridiculous. What's this stupid link between &amp;quot;new school term&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;going to work on a routine basis&amp;quot;?? The only difference is that people who have kids just get up slightly earlier to send their kids off to school. So why is there extra congestion after 7.30am when all kids should already be in school &lt;strong&gt;half an hour ago&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Preposterous.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On a related note, I also did mention in my New Year's Resolution that I would TRY my best to get to work on time. Therefore, since I'm a heavy sleeper and one who finds it hard to get up in the morning, nowadays I set my alarm for 6.30am to wake myself up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That would give me about 20-30minutes of snoozing or rolling around and come 7am, I'd be up and on time for work. Hopefully.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today, I manage to prep myself up at 7.05am....only to find my sis had entered the bathroom. And all my toothbrush and all were in there. So I had to wait til she finishes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But she took a whole 25 minutes in the bathroom getting ready and thus, my whole plan of getting up early had been single-handedly &lt;strike&gt;screwed up&lt;/strike&gt; delayed by her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Boy, was I furious.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the resulting consequences from that made me exit my house at 7.40am (I only took 10 minutes in the bathroom and 5 minutes to get everything I need and rush out) and I reached work 20 minutes late &lt;strike&gt;although I drove at 120kmh&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeesh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I didn't even get to test my theory out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On an entirely different note, I'm thinking about changing the font used in my blog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" color="#008000"&gt;Does this Century Gothic font look better than the normal Georgia?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Papyrus" color="#ff8000" size="3"&gt;Or maybe this Papyrus?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-8575439183571585445?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/8575439183571585445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=8575439183571585445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8575439183571585445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8575439183571585445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-schools-sister-and-police.html' title='Of schools, sister and police....'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-407923455899933451</id><published>2009-01-06T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:32:12.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*cough**cough**hack**cough*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For the past week or so, I've fallen victim to the nasty cough and sore throat bug.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, actually more like the sore throat bug invited the cough bug along to play.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SWLQkwQySBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PGAzde_LtzU/DSC00234%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SWLQloEI4tI/AAAAAAAAAPc/a4uoVqPUTPY/DSC00237%5B14%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="DSC00237" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SWLQmYw81oI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eZkjuqnAIYI/DSC00237_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The sore throat I had was so out-going that, last week, it even had its friend, Fever, along to join in the fun. And fever only came at night and didn't join the other bugs in the day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But then, the daily activity for me was still normal. I still went to work and coughed my lungs out. I even had to bail early from my company's New Year celebration dinner. That made me miss out on the bottles of wine and liquor that was there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SWLQnp-usKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/wBxDDm2IZ2o/DSC00235%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00235" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SWLQojw1j7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/pN9uaBEni3s/DSC00235_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The bug even got me down when New Year came around and the whole joyous mood, even now, wasn't around since I spend half the bloody time coughing until I feel like my stomach and lungs were literally going to pop out from my throat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SWLQqCUCZgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zzKw8zYaVt0/DSC00236%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00236" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SWLQrnHUlxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tRPws7laeIo/DSC00236_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That totally dampened my whole mood, even when I sat at home. I can't eat good food, can't really go out dating for fear some &amp;quot;innocent&amp;quot; girl might just get caught with these bugs and I can't go gym or do strenuous exercises because the air flow through my body isn't really well and my body really feels down. 5 minutes on the treadmill or on the bike and I'd probably be out of breath and pass out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But throughout the time I was caught with these nasty bugs, there were those who were around to give me advice, &lt;strike&gt;ate my Christmas chocolates&lt;/strike&gt;, took care of me and even pester me to get well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SWLQkwQySBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PGAzde_LtzU/DSC00234%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00234" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SWLQu8w7HjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/RSLBlyqaUOY/DSC00234_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First off was my mum who tried her best to get me well, Estela who keeps keeping my lunch menu in-check, my boss Ken for continuously asking me to seek a doctor and bill it to the company and Jinqyi for checking to see if I'm okay and giving me the same advice I gave her when she got sick.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Actually, the whole point of this post was me trying out this Windows Live Writer which I've just installed on my computer. Trying the feel of writing with it instead of blogging directly on Blogger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyhuu..Kthxbai for dropping by. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-407923455899933451?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/407923455899933451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=407923455899933451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/407923455899933451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/407923455899933451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/01/coughcoughhackcough.html' title='*cough**cough**hack**cough*'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SWLQmYw81oI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eZkjuqnAIYI/s72-c/DSC00237_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-5100874395543150466</id><published>2009-01-05T11:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:30:46.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Opening case file.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Item coded as #003 under Found item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, which one of you girls left this in my car??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644565585985410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SWF8t55G_4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/eNc9KNvBstw/s400/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One bra strap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Contact me to reclaim your belonging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Betul-betul sweat. Of all things to leave in my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And what's more, it's on my back seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-5100874395543150466?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/5100874395543150466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=5100874395543150466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/5100874395543150466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/5100874395543150466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SWF8t55G_4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/eNc9KNvBstw/s72-c/DSC00239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-7743360637217949997</id><published>2009-01-02T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:14:58.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye to ol' 2008.&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;Goodbye to heartaches. Goodbye to broken friendships.&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;Goodbye to sucky education systems.&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;Last year was a year of misery for a lot of people. Financial crisis. Relationship problems. Landslides. Lots had happened within a space of one year. There were bombings around the world, chaos in Thailand, retrenchments and unemployments. So, it's adequate to say it wasn't a good year.&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;For me personally, I've experienced two relationships come and gone. Also, there was a lost of trust among friends and rekindling with some old, long-lost friends. There was an unstable friendship bond between friends in 2008. There were arguments, dissatisfaction, unhappiness and technical problems around. Somehow, I didn't feel too happy being around friends this past year, especially with one friend who just came back from overseas.&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;In terms of financial, my bank was pretty broke in the last year due to high spending on things that I want and need. Safe to say, I haven't had any money put away for a rainy day and both my bank accounts are suffering from &lt;em&gt;aneroxia&lt;/em&gt; now.&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;The good thing was, amidst the whole financial crisis glooming the world now, I could still manage to find employment. It may not be a field which I am particularly familiar with but, it's a good experience. The pay here isn't all that bad either but it may not be sufficient for me to be thinking about investments.&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;Overall, I can say that the year 2008 was pretty balanced to me since I had my fair share of happiness and unhappiness. It has taken a wicked swipe at my emotions but had also provided me with joy and provision.&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;So, my New Year's resolution for this year would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;1. Improve myself physically and mentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;2. Face my demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;3. Save some money for a rainy day/investments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;4. TRY to be punctual for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;5. Complete all undone tasks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;6. Contribute more to things that matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;7. Try to mend some broken friendships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;8. Improve my cooking skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;9. Vacation to AT LEAST one good holiday destination&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;For the friends who stuck by me, treated me like a true friend and gave me great advice and support, I thank you with all my heart and we will be friends for a long time to come.&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;For those who failed my trust and didn't appreciate the things I've done for you, may we one day find truce and I pray to God that you will learn to be more grateful.&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;For my enemies................sorry, no &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt; comment.&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;I hope and pray for the world that 2009 will be better and brighter. I hope some friends would come down to earth and appreciate the things they have and the people around them. I pray that I'm more able to stick to the resolutions I put up here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 2009&lt;/strong&gt;. May it bring out the best in everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-7743360637217949997?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/7743360637217949997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=7743360637217949997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7743360637217949997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7743360637217949997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-8788180412169090669</id><published>2008-12-30T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:12:42.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke clouds up my lungs.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sometimes wonder what's this world coming to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When females are overtaking males in the quest for more buds in their mouth. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What the hell is happening actually? I wish someone would give me a good answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why are more and more girls smoking nowadays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285415194640667954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SVmRHb8CVTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8lJf90zYyUc/s400/Gabi5_9840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That isn't a good way to show the whole "what guys can do, girls can do better" shit, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's one of the most disgusting habits to ever be adopted by anyone. In this time now, there is a slight increase in the percentage of guys NOT leaning towards the smoking habit. However, the percentage of girls leaning towards that stupid habit is bloody increasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you think it makes you look cool holding the cigarette in your mouth and blowing smoke all over the place? Think that's the best way to fit into a crowd? Think it'll help overcome stress? Think that's the best way to keep fit? Think maybe poison tastes better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine kissing a girl who smells of nicotine. Might as well pay for a bottle of poison to die sooner rather than waiting to slowly die in the future when the cancer cells starts developing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm telling you frankly, if I know any of your girls personally and you hold out a cigarette and start puffing in front of me, my whole perception of you will change totally. And I don't mean it in a good way. I don't even want to talk to you if I have a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how hot or cute you are, if I spot you with a cigarette, you're no different than a common prostitute to me. Yes, you read right. It is harsh. And I DON'T BLOODY CARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I'm discriminating you girls who smoke. Since most of you didn't choose to use your brains to think rationally, I might as well discriminate you. That's almost as dumb as people who invest in drugs and get themselves overdosed. At least they die half happy and fast. People who smoke die slowly from years of continuous nicotine intake and you ARE going to suffer from it. And NO, cigarettes can &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; be good for health. At least they can even use &lt;em&gt;morphin&lt;/em&gt; in hospitals as painkillers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I met a "friend" the other day. Haven't seen her since high school. For all I can remember, she looks quite cute back in my schooling days and through photos and all, still looks quite cute. That made me quite hyped in meeting her again. But the whole thing was so freaking disappointing when I got there and found out that she smokes. WTF wei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was lucky I got a phone call to go "do something" and I got to leave early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think it makes you feel rebellious, you're still not using your bloody brains. Might as well just flush it down the toilet if you can't use it right. There so many ways to show how rebellious you can be and it doesn't have to involve killing yourself slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of all the things I can stand seeing a girl do - drink, partying, clubbing, swearing - I can NEVER stand a girl who smokes. EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, think it over. Still think it'll make you look cool among your "buddies"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Any of you young ones thinks you'd like to adopt this habit in the future? Prepare to face my discrimination and our lost of friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thankiu bai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-8788180412169090669?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/8788180412169090669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=8788180412169090669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8788180412169090669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8788180412169090669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/12/smoke-clouds-up-my-lungs.html' title='Smoke clouds up my lungs.....'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SVmRHb8CVTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8lJf90zYyUc/s72-c/Gabi5_9840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-422407067148991338</id><published>2008-12-22T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:34:21.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF and an event</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since my boss isn't around, gonna take this opportunity to blog a quick update from the weekend.&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;Firstly, on Friday, came home from work and went out with Lionel. Had &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TGI Fridays&lt;/span&gt; for dinner and the treat was on moi since I promised him a meal when he gets back. Then we just hung around Pyramid and walk around randomly.&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;On Saturday, got up super late. Lazing on my bed so much.&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;It was the day my church had our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youth Christmas Event&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Quite a lot of young people attended the event. The youths' preparations for the past two months stumbled upon the problem concerning the weather. It rained, though for just a while. But it did put a slight damper into the coordinators' plans and they had to switch some placements around.&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;Now, I wouldn't say the event was a 100% successful. But given the circumstances, it went quite well and everyone still had fun. Thank God for that. Hopefully we did plant some new seeds regarding the true meaning of Christmas.&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;It's not just a time for gifts &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(although that just makes it more fun)&lt;/span&gt;. It's not about money. It's not about the mistletoe. And it's definitely &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about Santa.&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;It's a time of rejoicing. Of being with loved ones. And of sharing and giving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a time to remember Christ and the purpose He is born to this world.&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;Anyway, there was one thing that disappointed me &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt; the event. A certain someone was so quick to jump up to take center stage when they were calling for a photoshoot of those who &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt; participate fully in the setting up of the event. Yes, there may be those who're just in the photo as guests, but that's not the point I'm pointing out.&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;For me, since I didn't really help out much for this event, don't even want to be in the photo and would rather volunteer to handle the camera. I find it shameful to accept a general gratitude when, deep inside, I know I didn't do much. I certainly wouldn't be the first to jump on stage to take any credit.&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;Screw the point of coming out with a design. Anyone else could've done it, what more when it's just a 2D drawing. It's those who spent nights after nights and days getting the event set up who deserved the full credit.&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;Therefore, I send my highest credits and recognition to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kevin Chan, Rueben Looi, Jessie Looi, Reuben Pak aka Pope Jackie Pak, Sarah Wong, my sis, Johnston "Tonton" Wang, Jonathan, Xin Wei, Qi Ren and Samantha Wang&lt;/span&gt; for a job well done.&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;Did get to fellowship a lot with some of the young people who attended.&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;Okay, now better get back to work before the boss gets back. Buh bai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-422407067148991338?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/422407067148991338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=422407067148991338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/422407067148991338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/422407067148991338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/12/tgif-and-event.html' title='TGIF and an event'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-3948062476981368532</id><published>2008-12-17T09:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:39:59.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I've said always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate the morning jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Especially those people who clog up (they are rubbish!) the lane leading to the Subang Airport road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It gets so irritating for people who're rushing to work. And they just delay my journey for a further 10-20 minutes banggang stupid idiots sampahmasyarakat jahanam dumbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280574594400118722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SUhena0r58I/AAAAAAAAAN0/3oPiZGJ5pFo/s400/DSC00224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The jam scene within Subang Jaya is bad enough. So I expect at least the sole lane heading to my workplace to be smooth flowing since not everyone on the road is using that road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But noooo........people just HAD to use that road to cut queue and the worse are the buses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and might I add that I hate people who DELIBERATELY jump queue. It's uncivilized. This whole Malaysian mindset that people can't wait in line. Everyone's been lining up in the right lane for a long while and there goes one idiot after one idiot who keeps thinking he SHOULD go ahead in line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280574597683700946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SUhennDjZNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/l0Gdy18eeow/s400/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;BLOODY.SCREW.YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will NOT be considerate and let people jump queue in front of me. Unless you can tell me you're going to die soon if you don't reach a hospital a.s.a.p. or that your car will explode if you don't reach your Point B in time. And you have to show me that bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or else, GET IN LINE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edeote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-3948062476981368532?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/3948062476981368532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=3948062476981368532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3948062476981368532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3948062476981368532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-ive-said-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SUhena0r58I/AAAAAAAAAN0/3oPiZGJ5pFo/s72-c/DSC00224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-104252668845077168</id><published>2008-12-15T13:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:44:30.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black beauties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh. Sure wished the weekend wouldn't end just yet.&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;I miss sleeping late and sleeping in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also in the weekend: a trip down to good ol' crowded-like-hell PC Fair. I sort of have a love hate relationship for this fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It takes place in KL CC (note that it's not connected cuz it's "Convention Center" and not "City Center") and tens of thousands of people flock there to get their digital and computing needs. Also present are hundreds of dealers &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from Low Yat&lt;/span&gt;, opening stores and making a market of the scene. Only idiots crowd themselves there to get their computing stuffs and try bargaining for prices to get good deals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately, I'm one of those idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The other thing that attracted people (mostly guys) are the hot female promoters there. One of them even had a ton of guys crowding to get a photograph of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But hey, I don't go down there to get things like laptops or desktops because, those products are a waste of time because there won't be much price reduction for those items. Dealers mainly bring their old stocks in order to clear them off their racks. Only rare booths such as Sony, Toshiba and other good brands would bring their new products to market them to the public. It's more of a one time, 3-day push of sales.Twice a year.&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;Well, the only reason I went there is to get some computing accessories. And the only reason I don't get it from the shops on normal days are because, I hate walking past their shops and salesmen going "Yesh canIhelpyousir?" I find it very irritating. Leave me alone and let me browse for what I want. If I found something that hits my fancy, THEN I will ask for assistance. Don't pester me. I will most likely walk off than to even stop to look for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I was there for a reason. Just a few items on my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279944154907192114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SUYhPAskqzI/AAAAAAAAANk/VP8HuxLBrC8/s400/wd-my-passport-essential-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Firstly, I got myself a new &lt;strong&gt;320GB&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WD My Passport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; external hard drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279944157540786994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SUYhPKgeIzI/AAAAAAAAANs/b7brguPnmtQ/s400/western_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I must say it looks super sexy and small. It cost me RM265 and it came with a nice padded glove to keep it in.&lt;/span&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279944150595484114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SUYhOwolOdI/AAAAAAAAANc/Z21ndjKXei0/s400/logiproint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Next, I bought a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Logitech Pro Internet Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; keyboard. It actually came with a Logitech mouse but I gave it to my dad. The set cost RM49 only and I'm gonna use it for gaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea, I know. Should've bought a gaming keyboard. But you know how much those cost, you bloody idiotic gaming hardware fanatics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279944131743202978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SUYhNqZ2PqI/AAAAAAAAANU/PfyhhUKqUdc/s400/krait_LRG3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last on my list was a mouse. Not just any mouse, it's a gaming mouse. And not just any gaming mouse. It's a Razer. Specifically named &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Razer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Krait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This baby is super sensitive and beautiful and it ONLY cost me RM99.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all, spent RM400plus on computing accessories. But hey, at least they're more worth it than people who go there to buy thumb drives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh wait, I bought those too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I just realised that everything I bought are in black. Damn they rawk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't wait for the holidays to start next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm soooo bloody broke. Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-104252668845077168?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/104252668845077168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=104252668845077168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/104252668845077168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/104252668845077168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-beauties.html' title='Black beauties'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SUYhPAskqzI/AAAAAAAAANk/VP8HuxLBrC8/s72-c/wd-my-passport-essential-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-3635950539100637788</id><published>2008-12-09T09:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:40:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About cars, cars and more cars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to skip all intros and go straight to the point. Here are some updates for the weekend.&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%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Helped my family in painting the hall and that took the whole day. Got pissed at my sis and dad during dinner that, when I got home, I immediately took my car keys and drove off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Church as usual. Then, went over to Tim's house to help with the Christmas deco project. Dinner came much later at around 10pm in Asia Cafe and Uncle Alvin treated us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T'was a public holiday. And I made plans. Most of the church members set off for their youth camp, which I was supposed to go but &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt; did not get leave off from work. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Instead, accompanied Ityra to Midvalley to watch Twilight...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As much as I said it sucked the first time, the second time was a little better now that I had already expected the plot.&lt;/span&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;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And mind most of you, I'm looking at this movie at a very plot-driven view. I don't care what is written in the novel and how much girls swoon to this movie. But if the play doesn't come out right and isn't cheesy on screen, then it still gets my approval. Movies such as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Walk To Remember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;is very much taken from romance novels but it didn't bombed on screen and it made a lot....and I repeat, in a different way, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of people tear at the romantic experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm not the only person who thinks Twilight didn't come out nice on screen. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://star-ecentral.com/movies/grade/details.asp?pid=1344"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; reviewer gave the same thought. (Hint: do check out the reviewer's name. lol)&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;Maybe a lot of girls can let their romantic dreams run free in their imagination when they read. But I don't really see that dreamy fantasy showing on screen apart from finding a "hot" guy to play the character. And that's all that clouds the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;female&lt;/span&gt; viewers from watching the actual plot. And it's more of a neutral judgement seeing that I've not read the novel and am watching the movie. The plot should make me imagine almost as clear as how it appeared in the novel...not the other way around.&lt;/span&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;Had Sushi Zanmai...AGAIN. For the third time in 2 weeks.&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;Then, went for our second movie...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Transporter 3&lt;/span&gt; (it's Transporter, Ityra. Not Terminator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now this is what I'm waiting for. Some nice adrenaline-rushed movie. This movie is a wall to wall action movie. What made me like this movie so much especially was the minimal romance scenes between the hero and the "maiden in distress". This movie is more relatable than, say, Twilight. &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;Guy given project to transport girl, guy defends girl with his superb fighting ability and hot body, girl swoons over him and makes him strip his shirt and kiss her in order to get his car keys back. &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;Nothing hard to relate. But at least he did something to earn that attention rather than just pure looks/pale face/red lips/cold skin/funny hairstyle.&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;The cinematic action of the car chase is always the main point in all Transporter series. The things that he could do with the car (and the bicycle, in one scene) seems so impossible, but not unrealistic. It is a car we're talking about. Not high-flying vampires (okay, now I'm just taking hits at laiyee).&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;But seriously, this movie is recommended for all action-movie enthusiasts. The martial arts choreographer, Cory Yuen (hey, same surname) did a fantastic job in choreographing the fight sequences in a way that it looks possible for someone to look the part and not bullshit about having learnt kungfu or something.&lt;/span&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;At the end of the day, sent Ityra back to Cheras. On my way home, some asshole in a Fortuner almost ran me into traffic when he came flying into the highway and me on the first lane (unbelievable? believe it). So, after the toll, I took it to block his way on the fast lane time and time again just to frustrate him a little. But after a while, my 1.3 couldn't frustrate his 2.5 enough. But, hey, at least I tried.&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;If you're in a bloody rush to meet your maker, drive properly and let people know you're in a rush and to give way PROPERLY. Not zoom in and out of traffic and rush right up to people and to intimidate them to give way on the first move.&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;As most of you know, I like to drive fast as well...even at times when I'm not in a rush. I don't like dilly-dallying on the road because it's a waste of precious time. But when I speed, I do it with consideration. I will only speed when I'm on the last lane (which is the fast lane for those of you non drivers) and I will flash for people to give way if they're going slowly on that lane. That is the main purpose of having a FAST LANE. If after a few attempts and the driver still doesn't move aside on an open road, then I MAY just use provocation to get their attention that they're blocking the lane. If I'm not in a rush, I still won't mind slowing down a bit. But if I'm in a rush, BLOODY GET OUT OF MY WAY.&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;Time is money. And every second lost, we can never get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-3635950539100637788?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/3635950539100637788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=3635950539100637788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3635950539100637788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3635950539100637788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-cars-cars-and-more-cars.html' title='About cars, cars and more cars.'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-4189511738272159612</id><published>2008-12-05T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:39:07.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idunnowhattitletoputoverherehelpdieswtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I find I don't have much to blog these days. Nothing interesting at all to write over here. It sucks like that.&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;So, let me bore you with more of my day to day life.&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;Well, for the past 4 days, I've attended an &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;AutoCAD&lt;/span&gt; (Auto Computer-Aided Design, for you noobs out there) training course all the way in &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jalan Semarak&lt;/span&gt;. Bear in mind that that place is all the way &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;near KLCC and I'm staying in Subang Jaya&lt;/span&gt;. Therefore, I have to endure almost &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;an hours&lt;/span&gt; journey to and fro everyday. And that means I have to wake up at 6am every morning and leave my house before 7am to reach there in time.&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;The training facility and instructor was okay. But the food around that area sucks. The canteen food is just a single row of Malay-cooked meat and vege which dunno looks like what and they have noodles which did not fill me enough to get past an hour. So, the second day, I brought a subway there for lunch but that wasn't sufficient. The third day, I drove further out to have lunch at a mamak shop. So cham okay that area got no chinese food to eat. I was spared for the last day as I was only there for half a day.&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;During the training, some of the participants are really not concentrating in class and they simply just forget all that was taught on a daily basis. Teach this thing one day and the next day, cam asking me "how did you do this already ahh??". Wtf wei. The training costs RM900, at least learn to remember la.&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;Along the way for 4 days, I witnessed 6 accidents, 3 roadblocks, 1 accident casualty and the Agong. Yes, you read right. No other rolls royce has gold emblems as number plates and is surrounded by 3 police bikes and 2 police proton perdana.&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;Today, finally back at the office and I couldn't sit down peacefully at my desk for 10 minutes without being called for meeting and to liaise with my technical designer for a drawing. And when that was done, straight out to Glenmarie to meet a customer regarding new product and designs.&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;But overall, I'm sort of happy to be back in the office. I missed chicken rice and my colleagues when I was away for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; 4 days.&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;Oh well, back to writing my report. Kthxbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-4189511738272159612?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/4189511738272159612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=4189511738272159612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4189511738272159612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4189511738272159612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/12/idunnowhattitletoputoverherehelpdieswtf.html' title='Idunnowhattitletoputoverherehelpdieswtf'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-3193699379590846378</id><published>2008-11-30T15:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:16:26.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of sushi and vampires</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday. The weekend. A day to be enjoyed outside with friends and loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the morning usually starts off with some small chores. Chores such as laundry, cleaning, bathing the dogs, etc etc etc wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then comes the afternoon and evening. Time to be heading out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picked Jinqyi up at about 3.40pm and we headed out to One Utama. Silly me forgot to retrieve my movie booking reservation number when I left the house. So, it took some time for me to call home and ask mum to turn on my laptop, sign in my MSN (which I don't know why the programme has been acting out on my Vista cuz it kept shutting the programme down over and over and over again yeesh babi bedebah jahanam wtf) and then open my email box and SMS me the reservation number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once that task was completed, we walked around for her to go do some window (and actual) shopping around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a problem. I hadn't had anything to eat since morning til then. She kept asking me to get something to eat but I kept refusing. A little diet wouldn't hurt wtf gonna die of malnutrition. But then, we just continued shopping and I bought a pair of football shorts from Nike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, we went for dinner (which was about 6.30pm) at &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sushi Zanmai&lt;/span&gt;. We were surprised to see a queue to enter since it's still early for dinner for a lot of people. Apparently, we were wrong. So, lined up to get in and, after about half an hour, we finally got our places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to say, the variety of sushi there is fantastic. I especially liked the mayonaise crabsticks which costs only RM3.80 for 4 pieces. We also ordered a plate of mini California Maki, a bowl of Salmon Don and a Beef Teppanyaki Don. Bill total wasn't too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, we proceed up to watch &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274357593252724146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/STJISUw2fbI/AAAAAAAAANM/6avEp6ELO1g/s400/twilight_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now, I know a lot of people (particularly girls) had read the novel and are highly anticipating this movie to be released. As much as they are interested in it, so was I. I was lazy to read the book so I opted to wait for the movie to be released and watch it from there instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And all I've got to say, in my honest opinion, for this movie is.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It kinda sucked. No offence to those who liked the novel (not that I bloody care) but I find the plot of the movie really messy. Maybe it was intended to be this way, I don't know. From the moment Bella touched down on Forks and entered school, it just seemed like she's already waiting to fall in love with Edward (who doesn't even look hot, according to Jinqyi). Come on, wth. The way she stares at him on the first sight is like a whole sick puppy love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Overall, I think the movie bombed. Sure there may be exciting parts to it but this looks like a work of an amateur director and producer combination. I came out of the cinema feeling lame all over. Should've opted to watch some other movie.....like Antoo Fighter, maybe. And I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; malay movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After movies, we went over to McDonalds in Centrepoint for supper since I was still hungry. Forgot why but we started to chat about the comparison between football and basketball. She wouldn't let me force her to eat Sundae so &lt;em&gt;cham&lt;/em&gt; feel rejected wtf. Then, fetched her home to Kepong and came home around 1something a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that was how a Saturday was spent. Kthxbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-3193699379590846378?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/3193699379590846378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=3193699379590846378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3193699379590846378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3193699379590846378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-sushi-and-vampires.html' title='Of sushi and vampires'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/STJISUw2fbI/AAAAAAAAANM/6avEp6ELO1g/s72-c/twilight_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-564289115395547196</id><published>2008-11-24T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:22:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I gotta make the first move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause if I don't you gonna start hating me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I really don't feel the way I once felt about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl it's not you, it's me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kinda gotta figure out what I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we know that we gotta go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our separate ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know it's hard but I gotta do it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's killing me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause there's never a right time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right time to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What has to be done, has to be done. It cannot drag on. It may hurt for a while. But that would be much better than being continuously hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-564289115395547196?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/564289115395547196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=564289115395547196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/564289115395547196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/564289115395547196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/11/theres-never-right-time-to-say-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-1823368262282415700</id><published>2008-11-24T09:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:06:12.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot's Guide To Channel Surfing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt; It's that wonderful feeling almost everyone would like to have at least experienced it once in their lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But in reality, true love is getting harder and harder to find in our world nowadays. The only one true love that is always there is from God. But that's not the point. I'm talking about mortal love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272053062212297602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SSoYU9oso4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/kyF9gYzBtjM/s400/332025ee2c057f451188b4eb7e095617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some would associate finding true love as an almost-impossible task nowadays. Some would just relate being in a relationship to watching your favourite TV channel. Some....well, they just don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the point that catches me is the relation between "being in a relationship" and "watching a TV channel". The funny thing is, I can see the relation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First, lets dissect a relationship and study it. If you find a suitable partner, you start spending your time and effort to keep up-to-date with that person. You'd give and do almost anything just to see that person. That suitable partner has to have something that relates or connects with you to keep the connection between the both of you. But if all these fails, you simply switch to someone else who you think could communicate better with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, we'll see how a TV channel works. If you like that particular show, you start planning your daily activites around it and would even time your toilet breaks and snack refills so it's within the commercial time. That show has to strongly relate or is able to grab your attention and interest to make you follow through. But if that particular programme starts to get boring or the station decided not to air them anymore, you simply change to another channel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272054458671698290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SSoZmP2kEXI/AAAAAAAAANE/iYGrNp2gcJk/s400/couchDM2405_468x312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well, is the relation clear? If it is, then we've clearly established the relation between watching your favourite TV show and being in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For some people, we take the programmes we watch seriously. Of course we may channel surf for a moment, but when we find a programme we like, we would tune in to that station for a long period of time (or some, almost everyday like the WLT viewers or sports fans). But, if one day that channel fails in delivering to our expectations, we would sometimes resort to changing channels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are some people who are quite serious, but can't really decide on which channel he/she really wants to watch more than the other. So, sometimes, they prefer to keep it loose and not take a channel too seriously. They browse a few favourite channels and take their time in settling down with a certain channel or programme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, we have our regular channel surfers. They hop from one channel to the next, without keeping in mind the channel they've just watched along the way. They do not stay faithful to any specific programme or station. But fate may just make them get tied down to a show that would strongly connect to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are some who just own a TV but never switching it on, hiding themselves from the outside worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In conclusion, there isn't much difference between a TV addict (or not) and a couple in a relationship. The only difference is that a TV provides you information and doesn't talk back to you while the other, does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, who am I to judge the type? I've switched enough channels to yet to stay loyal to one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I've done it again last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to channel surfing for me.&lt;/span&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/15515459-1823368262282415700?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/1823368262282415700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=1823368262282415700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1823368262282415700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1823368262282415700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/11/idiots-guide-to-channel-surfing.html' title='Idiot&apos;s Guide To Channel Surfing'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SSoYU9oso4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/kyF9gYzBtjM/s72-c/332025ee2c057f451188b4eb7e095617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-1049401089594526641</id><published>2008-11-21T10:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:06:30.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you wish to happen by the end of today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Consider this a tag, if you will. But I think this is a very worthwhile question to be asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What Do You Wish To Happen By The End Of Today?&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;Try taking this question seriously and tell everyone your wish&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%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;1. Add your name, your blog's URL and your wish below. Also, number yourself above your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;2. Make this like a baton pass. Pass to &lt;strong&gt;ONLY ONE (1)&lt;/strong&gt; person after you've answered it and notify that person to take this tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;3. Let's try to make it to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50 person&lt;/span&gt;. The fiftieth person has to go to the first person's blog and leave a comment on this post to mark that you're the fiftieth person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;4. Copy the WHOLE tag and everyone's wish when you receive the "baton", including the title "What do you wish to happen by the end of today?"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Yuen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://random-bore.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://random-bore.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish for a change back to the industry I started my college education in. I want to go back to the advertising line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-1049401089594526641?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/1049401089594526641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=1049401089594526641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1049401089594526641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1049401089594526641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-do-you-wish-to-happen-by-end-of.html' title='What do you wish to happen by the end of today?'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-7884559182233996904</id><published>2008-11-21T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:12:11.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What bugged you today?? A mosquito....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tag tag tag. So many tags. Don't bug me with tags already.&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;Oh wait, this is a tag about things that bug me. That's not so bad.&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%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rules : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt; Just list down 6 things that bugs you(that you're annoyed about) in life or recently happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt; Tag the next 8 person for this topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt; NO TAGGING BACK!&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;Okay. Here goes.......&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%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People who blocks the lane turning towards the old Subang Airport road. People constantly keep to that lane, jamming it up just to cut the queue back to the lane heading down to KL. Come on @$$ wipes, people are using that lane to get to somewhere and you're bloody blocking the way.&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%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lonely HR lady who keeps bloody asking "why". Almost everybody in the office are bugged by her....even my CEO. And I'm also bugged by my CEO who expects the impossible.&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%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Myself and my love life. One way or another, I have my needs when it comes to choosing a life partner. Even when I find someone good, there's always something that I can't connect and I have the urge to let it go. I always expect better when I've achieved good.&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%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People who bloody turn spastic the moment the first drop of rain touches the road surface. What the effin' hell is wrong with people and driving in the rain? Does their spastic button automatically switch on the moment the rain starts falling? The ones in old, shitty looking cars I can understand. But those in their expensive RM100k plus cars? WTF. Car manufacturers &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DID NOT&lt;/span&gt; bloody spend so much money on research just to have your car &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; equipped for situations like road handling in slippery conditions and you sure didn't bloody pay tens of thousands for a car that can't handle raining situation. We live in Malaysia and all manufacturers know fucking well that cars have to handle well in raining situation. If it doesn't, here's some advice: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; check your bloody tires for wear and tear &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; check your brakes once in a few months &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; modify any parts necessary for better stability and handling &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if those do not apply, fucking throw your car away and take the bloody public transport.&lt;/span&gt; No one's asking you people to drive at 90 or 100kmh. Drive at a reasonable 70kmh or more. Your car can deal with that much. Don't fucking drive at 40-50kmh in the rain. People are trying to get to their destination fast as well to quickly get out of the rain.&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%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hipocrits. Ass-kissers. Shoe polishers. Attention cravers.&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%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The fact that I did not put enough effort when I studied Mechanical Engineering last time. And also the fact that I probably should have chose to start off my career in an advertising agency instead of my current company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I hereby tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Lionel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Lai Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Ityra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Chui Mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6 &amp;amp; 7.&lt;/span&gt; Anybody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-7884559182233996904?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/7884559182233996904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=7884559182233996904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7884559182233996904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7884559182233996904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-bugged-you-today-mosquito.html' title='What bugged you today?? A mosquito....'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-4778643534258882465</id><published>2008-11-17T23:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:50:23.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration Irritation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am seriously gonna rant today. Oh boy do I have complains.&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;First up, I took leave off today to devote my time to finally go renew my passport at the Subang Immigration Department. And thinking that the government finally improved its systems to make passport renewal more efficient, I thought I could get in and get out by noon, then run around doing my own &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; stuffs wth.&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;Wait, does coming back home and taking a nap considered &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; stuffs??&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;Nebermind dat.&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;Well, I left my house "&lt;em&gt;bright and early&lt;/em&gt;" at 8am, headed for the Immigration Department. I made sure I brought the essential things I need to ensure I survive the time stalling there.I packed my PSP, recharged my phone, made sure I had my IC, plastered my hair down like a jackass and made sure I had the RM300 to pay for the renewal. I then happily left my house and flew down to the Immigration Department so fast, I broke my personal speed record on that stretch. I happily turned towards the entrance of the parking lot only to discover one thing.&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%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My passport was still at home, happily sitting on my bed's side table, laughing its ass off at me.&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;Then I broke another personal speed record, only this time was for my journey back home to passport-nap my old passport from my table. I gagged its mouth, tied it to a chair, whipped it with a metal rod.....................&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;Oops, sorry, wrong story.&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;Anyway, then I went all the way back again. After obtaining a parking spot, I immediately waltzed into the Immigration office to begin a gruelling task: renew my passport and get the eff out of there.&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;So I walked over to the booth to get my IC photocopied and then lined up to have my Heaven forbade passport photo taken. There was a whole Malay village....I mean, family in front of me waiting to get their photos taken as well, They had a problem with one of their young daughters who kept crying when asked to go into the photo booth. I wanted to shout "Oi, just shove her into the booth and click snap only lah." But seeing that I am a *&lt;em&gt;cough&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;considerate&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;em&gt;cough&lt;/em&gt;* citizen, I just stood there quietly watching. After that, I headed over to the Immigration kiosk.&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%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Advert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those of you who're just renewing your passport, you can head over to the kiosk with one(1) passport photo, your photocopied IC, your original IC, your previous CHIPPED passport (meaning the slightly new ones which has digital encoding), your thumb, your RM300 and after that, your ass out the door. It's that simple!!!&lt;/em&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;Ahem. As I was saying, I headed over there, waited for about 10 minutes for my turn and nicely put all my documents in proper order, all the while telling myself "Cool, this is over pretty quick. Just wait for about 2 hours, collect the damn thing and I can be on my way home"&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;Then comes my turn. I followed all the instructions of the guiding officer there and placed my passport and IC to be scanned by the computer for verification. Something caught me by surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY BLOODY PASSPORT AND MY I.C. INFO DO NOT....I REPEAT, &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; BLOODY EFFIN' MATCH!!!&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;And the computer's nice advise is to proceed to the counters instead wtf.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't that bloody machine, like, go www and search my info from its database??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I went over to counter 1 and lined for 20 minutes to get a form to fill up. They provided me with a waiting number. At that point of time, the running number is at &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1109&lt;/span&gt;. My ticket was for dumbass &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#1275&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THAT'S A BLOODY 166 DUMBASSES AWAY!!!&lt;/span&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;Fine. I kept my cool and prayed that the idiots work extra hard to speed up the processes. But that did not keep them from delaying my time for another few hours. I got the number at 11.10am and it was &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; called at 3.30pm. Such a great way to spend time off from the office. I left the Immigration Department at around 3.50pm after making payments and what bloody nots.&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%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you renew your passport and made payments by 3pm, your passport can be ready by the evening. Not applicable for first timers.&lt;/em&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;I had such a good time staring at the numbers running, people walking around, me walking around and my PSP to help me kill time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It practically bloody wasted a whole day just being there. They still need to improve on efficiency although the ol' tin can kiosk is a small step towards that. But the whole hassle of going through the counters is still frustrating and irritating. One lady who sat next to me when I was waiting for payments expressed, and I quote "Can die standing in here." Now, there's only one question in my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY THE HECK WOULDN'T MY I.C. AND PASSPORT INFO TALLY???&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;They better not screw it up again the next time around or I'll shove that kiosk machine up their arse.&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;Rant complete. kthxbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-4778643534258882465?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/4778643534258882465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=4778643534258882465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4778643534258882465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4778643534258882465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/11/immigration-irritation.html' title='Immigration Irritation'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-8964598971761556170</id><published>2008-11-13T11:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:29:11.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XOXO Gossip Girl WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really don't know what got into me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blaming it on my boss' niece for getting me hooked onto this show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985990653686722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SRulWPals8I/AAAAAAAAALg/krdmSW2DiiM/s400/GossipGirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;High society. Drama. Limos. WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But surprisingly, I find the show interesting. So interesting that, after trying one episode to see how gay it was, I find myself hooked to it and eventually finished an entire first season within 2 days. Not really a commendable achievement but I only started watching them at nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I find the concept quite interesting. Gossips travelling in the form of an anonymous blogger named Gossip Girl. And the powerful and wealthy buy into the gossips that're spread through live feeds wtf. But the fashion that can be seen is really nice since, well, mostly expensive and branded apparels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985981491728434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SRulVtSNUDI/AAAAAAAAALY/LIf4EIWcxC0/s400/Gossip-Girl-tv-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blake Lively&lt;/span&gt;. Such a hot body on that girl. One of the reasons why I kept watching. She plays Serena van der Woodsen in the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The main male character, Dan Humphrey, is played by Penn Badgley, who played Scott Tucker in John Tucker Must Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My boss' niece Claudia likes Chuck Bass, played by Ed Westwick. Said he's cool wth. But I gotta admit that he is, sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoever thought kids with wealthy parents could have so much drama.&lt;/span&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/15515459-8964598971761556170?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/8964598971761556170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=8964598971761556170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8964598971761556170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8964598971761556170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/11/xoxo-gossip-girl-wtf.html' title='XOXO Gossip Girl WTF'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SRulWPals8I/AAAAAAAAALg/krdmSW2DiiM/s72-c/GossipGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-6460097616082401723</id><published>2008-11-03T09:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:00:27.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates from the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was an exciting weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not much of an interesting intro, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, seriously, it was an interesting weekend. Lots of money spent though but it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1st up.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT MY GT-R (R35)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264257334188827314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SQ5mJ3qR4rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FdbqasMRqyU/s400/photo7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally, though. Was pondering left and right whether I should get it. Standing inside &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tamiya Underground, One Utama&lt;/span&gt; and in front of the product, I still had to keep asking SY and Lionel (all the way in Aus) whether I should purchase it now or wait for later. But, since I'm gonna go through the same bloody thought process even though I delay it, I might as well get that car right now.....on charge, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A credit card has a binding power. Everytime I see it, I'm drawn into using it. Well, not that I can't afford to pay by cash though...but it'll be nicer to collect some points and pay for this only at the end of the month on the expense of next month's budget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it weird that I could get a scale 1:18 model for about RM130 but I just paid RM180 to assemble myself a 1:24 scale model? Not to mention that the factory-produced models are nicely painted, sticker-ed and mounted in nice plastic cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's see how it all came down.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264256606126445842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SQ5lffarlRI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZFvhmbrTyGY/s400/IMGP1184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tamiya 1:24 scale model = &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM180&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 spray paint cans @ RM25 per can = &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 acrylic paints @ RM15 per bottle = &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Tamiya Plastic cement = &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frustrations and disasters&lt;/em&gt; = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dunno. Maybe I'm just more fond of the idea of getting to build the car myself instead of just walking into a car shop, getting a car model, going home and just displaying in for kicks. And I did spend a grand total of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM333&lt;/span&gt; for the model. Nice final figure though. I pity my wallet and my bank account. They're gonna be anorexic anytime soon if I don't start earning more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a challenge. I love certain challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On another note.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIMOTHY WONG LIANG YOONG&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Now your post looks like it's dedicated to Christmas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Half the youth church members went over to Tim's house to give him a surprise birthday party. We all hid inside a store room and waited for the birthday boy to get home. When he did and we came out with the surprise, birthday boy was just nicely relaxing on his sofa without a single hint of being surprised. Probably it was due to the fact that he discovered all our shoes and sandals hidden under his parents' Mercedes. Either that or he noticed our cars parked further down the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had fun with his dogs, had snacks, drinks (the girls were making Sangria, I think), cake, red eggs and fruits. Kevin threw a red egg on Tim's head to see whether it's fully hard boiled. But, to no one's surprise, it's still half boiled. 'Humpty Dumpty' there broke on top of Tim's head and went splat all over the dining table. Yolk were all over the body of the dead Humpty Dumpty. The criminal responsible is still at large.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humpty Dumpty went splat on Tim's head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the church members and all the busybodies,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty back together again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I wonder why they named an egg 'Humpty Dumpty'. Did the author always get humped and then dumped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For more breaking news, I finally made myself a spray booth to do my spraying works indoors without jeopardizing the cleanliness of my modelling area a.k.a. my room.&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;Well, that's all for the weekend. It's back to work again. *groans*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-6460097616082401723?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/6460097616082401723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=6460097616082401723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/6460097616082401723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/6460097616082401723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates-from-weekend.html' title='Updates from the weekend'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SQ5mJ3qR4rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FdbqasMRqyU/s72-c/photo7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-6745860752912776392</id><published>2008-10-31T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:14:17.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This blog looks half dead. Nothing interesting goes in here and it makes me bored of it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I come with more boring materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? I dunno. You figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is kinda boring these days. Getting less and less things to do. Gonna blame it on.....Chinaman-with-bad-taste-in-design-and-don't-wanna-try-new-product-designs. Dammit. Even the world financial crisis isn't this depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that aside, I've not been doing much fun pasttimes like I used to back before I started working. Back then, I couldn't wait to be at home to play games or sit in front of the com to chat and do whatnots. Nowadays, I go into my room, look at my com, look at my bed, look at my com again, and straight jump on my bed and sleep. Glorious sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no more. I've forced myself to finally get back into the habit of playing games til 2-3am....and then oversleeping and being late for work. I really need to get my indoor hobbies back. I save more money doing those...well, for the exception of when I purchase games or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to get back my hobby of assembling scale model cars. So many nice cars on my list of cars-to-get:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.tamiya.com/english/products/24300gt_r/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nissan GT-R (R35)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tamiya.com/english/products/24268xanavi_pre/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xanavi Nizmo GT-R (R34)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tamiya.com/english/products/24290slr_mclaren/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mercedes SLR McLaren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tamiya.com/english/products/24294mobil1_sc06/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mobil 1 SC 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tamiya.com/english/products/24307ferrari_360spider/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ferrari 360 Spyder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tamiya.com/english/products/24239warsteiner/warsteiner.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mercedes Benz CLK DTM 2000 Team Warsteiner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click the car names to visit the Tamiya website for the photos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have an &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enzo Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at home waiting to be put together &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;only, I'm waiting for Lionel to do it together&lt;/span&gt;. This might be an expensive hobby but it tests patience and attention to detail. Not to mention it's gonna drive me up the wall looking at the small parts and keeping it safe after it's completed. For this project, I would also need to get cements (the ones for plastic models, not houses), paints, an airbrush machine (unless someone cares to loan one to me) and to make my own spray booth. So, yea, it's gonna cost me another bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's a worthy project. I love cars and what better way to collect cars than to assemble it yourself part by part instead of just buying a factory made one and just go straight home and displaying it on your shelf or cabinet. At least it would let me focus on other things....and not to screw it up after putting in money and time.&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;Random topic. Kthxbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-6745860752912776392?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/6745860752912776392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=6745860752912776392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/6745860752912776392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/6745860752912776392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-blog-looks-half-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-8536721598626042132</id><published>2008-10-31T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:35:08.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow, I still feel something missing. Something's just not right.&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;I don't really feel love. I feel more obligated than love.&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;It's not that she isn't good to me. She's great. But something is just missing. I don't connect with her as well as I hoped I did. And the longer we're together, the more I notice the gap.&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;I need to search myself before this gets anywhere else. Judge it at a distance once again. I feel it's a little too late but better now than later.&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;I'm not one to ask for much. But if being together without the right feelings, it would hurt us both more than an ended meaningful relationship.&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;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-8536721598626042132?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/8536721598626042132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=8536721598626042132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8536721598626042132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8536721598626042132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/10/somehow-i-still-feel-something-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-5359164262565870894</id><published>2008-10-21T09:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:08:39.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaping to Africa?? Hopefully....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Came across this in Johnny's blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259410408787997186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0t5rfM8gI/AAAAAAAAAKI/n7UkFGu6Vs0/s400/2948836930_bf10ebf815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Free tickets??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cool. Hope I'm not too late in trying to enter this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, in order to get the tickets, it seems I have to answer a particular question:&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;&lt;em&gt;what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ANIMAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would you love your boyfriend OR girlfriend to be, in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kinky. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmmm......hmmmmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A nice, soft, slightly agressive &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;female tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sounds funny? Well, I'm quite an agressive person myself. If it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of bed, I would choose a sweet, soft animal. Which breathing normal guy wouldn't want a sweet, hot, gentle girlfriend...OUT of bed? But we're talking about being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bed. The perspective changes. A girl who knows how to take over the "situation" and demands "things". Wait, am I straying too far? Bottomline is, things get more exciting when it's a little.......rough. Get what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259417699472146402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP00iDZwf-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/wlsv0kK-FrI/s320/n905355533_4653031_964.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A soft, sweet girl...friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You do the math: rough + rough + (a nice, soft bed) = _____________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See where I'm coming from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jadezheng.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259410417338061234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0t6LVskbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NcL30rFo1TE/s400/2948837968_d43806ee60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the person handing out these free tickets is our 1st Malaysian Dreamgirl, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cindy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And if she's so happen to be reading this blog, let it be known that I DID watch a whole season of Malaysian Dreamgirl. You can visit her blog at &lt;a href="http://www.jadezheng.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;http://www.jadezheng.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to find out more. Is she hot? Yessiree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Okay. This blog lacks of pics. But whuttehver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-5359164262565870894?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/5359164262565870894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=5359164262565870894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/5359164262565870894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/5359164262565870894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/10/escaping-to-africa-hopefully.html' title='Escaping to Africa?? Hopefully....'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0t5rfM8gI/AAAAAAAAAKI/n7UkFGu6Vs0/s72-c/2948836930_bf10ebf815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-6716240101790140224</id><published>2008-10-20T11:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:55:15.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a while since I've got to listen to nice romantic songs. It may not be much but I like the lyric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plain White T's - "1, 2, 3, 4"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Give me more loving than I’ve ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make me feel better when I’m feeling sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell me I’m special even when I know I’m not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make it feel good when it hurts so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Barely get mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I’m so glad I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love being around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;You make it easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;It's as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;There’s only &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt; words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt; you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;There’s only &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; way &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Those &lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt; words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;And that’s what I’ll do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Give me more loving from the very start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Piece me back together when I fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make it feel good when it hurts so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You’re the best that I’ve had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I’m so glad I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love being around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;You make it easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;It's as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;You make it easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;It's as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1-2-3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this song goes out to someone special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-6716240101790140224?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/6716240101790140224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=6716240101790140224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/6716240101790140224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/6716240101790140224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-as-easy-as-1-2-1-2-3-4.html' title='It&apos;s as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4...'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-5214049895931243747</id><published>2008-10-16T10:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:13:21.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall For Anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt; Content contains explicit contents. Viewers below 18 is advised not to read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tried my best to warn.&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;While everyone is busy listening to The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script, I find their other song Fall For Anything better and more meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fall For Anything"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl that brings you down, down, down [x4]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't give yoursel&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't live your life th&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Of course he's gonna say, anything you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eave quicker than he came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now you've got yourse&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;f to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't put yourself back in the fire again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;It's the same damn things you're so quick to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You do it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;And it's the same mistakes that I'm watching you weave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You do it over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;So before they bring you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You gotta stand for something or you'll fall &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You gotta stand for something or you'll fall for anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl that brings you down, down, down [x4]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Please don't be so n&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ive, don't wait till your heart bleeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'t built for speed, listen to me girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;He keeps f**kin' with your head, tr&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;na get you into bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And in the morning you'll jus&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hate yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;It's the same damn t&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ings you're so quick to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;And it's the same mistakes that I'm watchi&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;g you make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You do it over and over a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ain and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;So before they bring you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl that brings you down, down, down [x4]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;And you give until there's nothing to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Until there's nothing to give until there's nothing to give...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Before they break you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Before they bring you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Cos girl they'll bring you down, down, down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s.&lt;/strong&gt; Post not intended for anyone specifically. If shoe fits, too bad. No refunds in terms of apologies, only sarcasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-5214049895931243747?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/5214049895931243747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=5214049895931243747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/5214049895931243747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/5214049895931243747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-for-anything.html' title='Fall For Anything'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-3725954270003517876</id><published>2008-10-14T15:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:43:13.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pohh-lice....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I haven't been updating my blog and, no, that's not a reason to ask me to do a tag. Haven't really been in a blogging mood of late but now there's something worthy to blog about.&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;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Police&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cars&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the cars we fear to bump into the most when we're cruising at 120km/h.....within city limits. Some people panic when the police behind flashes them to the side...but only to ask about minor things. Some choose to set highway chases but so far, no one's got the guts just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256924029469975074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SPRYjWvF4iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4DDVDdZDX2E/s320/DSC09188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The thing is, police car designs are actually very nice (even for the Royal Malaysian Police) and people tend to look out for them. There's only one thing I like to complain about....performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, come on. Think about it for a second. The only people who can afford to speed VERY FAST are people with expensive performance cars such as Mercs, BMWs, tuned cars, etc. Are our Malaysian police gonna chase them down with their 2.0 V6 Perdana or their even-more-pathetic 1.6 Waja with "Cam-Tak-Pro"? Either the chasers are wasting their time and petrol chasing the offenders or the chasee wasting their time toying around with the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone driving a Lambo or a Ferrari can easily disappear from plain sight within 10-15 seconds. So, how do they expect people to be afraid of being caught from a chase when more and more people are figuring out that speed can definitely beat our Malaysian police cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some police cars used or are yet to be used by police around the world:-&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256920726185138466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SPRVjFCnWSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-6p-mOKcUms/s320/91166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Italians have their Gallardo prowling at 309km/h along the Salerno-Reggio Calabria highway. The world's fastest police car actively in use...currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256920731384753298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SPRVjYaTLJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5g8qjauSSqc/s320/brabus_police_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Next we have the reported to be released Brabus Rocket V12 CLS for the German police. This monster prowls its victims on the Autobahn at speeds up to 362km/h with its 720bhp engine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256920732340499762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SPRVjb-KtTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/x3Jdouq85xg/s320/102201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In London, they also have the Murcielago LP640 prowling their streets for speeding offenders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256920730556831570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SPRVjVU6F1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/WFmd1S4NBas/s320/91163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In Germany, they also have their Porsche 911 Carrera S in their collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256920735387856866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SPRVjnUtr-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/4ngar0JreN8/s320/skyline_gt-r01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Even the Japanese have AT LEAST a Nissan Skyline GT-R34 as a speed-chaser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256921921049926434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SPRWooQlGyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fuRokja2M-c/s320/108267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256921927843542562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SPRWpBkTdiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SxPe5-bKfYY/s320/LPD_mustang_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256921934088554226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SPRWpY1OxvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/n0i6U2Rsao4/s320/Hummer_GeigerCars_Sheriff_Texas_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Not to mention that the US uses Corvettes, Mustangs and Hummers as their police cars. Oh yes. It's not just in NFS Carbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Running from these cars are practically pointless. Therefore, compared to all the other police cars in the world, we look like a bunch of cheapskates in a country of existing rich people with adrenaline rushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I understand all the whole pride about having our national cars as the police cars but, please, have a plan B or produce higher capacity vehicles. People WILL buy fast cars and speed like crazy even if Proton doesn't produce such cars. Where there's money, there's a way. Even the Brits use Italian Lamborghinis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256939190408940098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SPRmV1onikI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7x1Qc6b3-x8/s320/tb99-5-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Can it get any more extreme?&lt;/span&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%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;On another police car news.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256934257445884050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SPRh2s6k0JI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jeXHeOy4sgM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;London, England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; — "Getaway drivers and outside lane lovers beware!" reads the press release, "The Met Police has teamed up with Brit supercar manufacturer, Caparo, to conceive a brand new Rapid Response Vehicle (RRV) for the future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Caparo T1 RRV would have to be the quickest police car the world has ever seen. If you see this Formula 1 inspired carbon car in your rear view mirror don't bother trying to outrun it because not even a highly modified &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webwombat.com.au/motoring/news_reports/ferrari-f430-bi-evoluzione.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;twin supercharged Ferrari F430&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; could outpace this thing - it's really quite mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It'll scramble from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;zero to 100km/h in less than 3.0 seconds flat&lt;/span&gt;, and will hammer from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;zero to 160km/h (0-100mph) in 5.0 seconds&lt;/span&gt;, which is fast enough to remind you what you had for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256935081093266066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SPRimpPaepI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pXBZ7QvhXU0/s320/Caparo+t1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Caparo T1 RRV police pursuit car is powered by a 429kW (575hp) 3.5-litre V8 engine that revs to engine speeds that make the new BMW M3 look tired and breathless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Capable of accelerating from a Police lay-by to 100mph in just 5 seconds and onto a top speed of 200mph, the Caparo T1 RRV would be deployed to hunt down car criminals within the M25," reads the press release. The M25 is the large stretch of highway that circles London city, home to more than a few speeders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Like everything else in the Met Police's armoury, this bespoke RRV is intended as a deterrent. Just check your mirrors next time you fancy breaking the speed limit!"&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/15515459-3725954270003517876?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/3725954270003517876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=3725954270003517876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3725954270003517876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3725954270003517876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/10/pohh-lice.html' title='The Pohh-lice....'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SPRYjWvF4iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4DDVDdZDX2E/s72-c/DSC09188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-7640117639838154879</id><published>2008-10-06T11:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:21:14.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5....days.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Highlights of the 5 glorious days of holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First day of Hari Raya holidays spent going out with SY for shopping, movies, etc. Feels just like any other weekends. Watched the movie &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pathology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pathetic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sure I love the gross parts but it's just another movie with all sorts of wild sex and killing wth. Practically pointless. And it's not even done in much details plus all the cuts made by our super conventional, close-minded and old-fashioned board of censors made the movie even worse. Not recommended to watch, even for medical students. Don't waste your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253934042378093426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SOm5LM1HQ3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/D252BGsXqz0/s320/pathology-finalp-big.jpg" border="0" /&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%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Practically almost the same with Wednesday except for the movie part. Spent most of the night back at my house rather than at malls. Watched movie on my laptop instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went out for chicken rice and then went back to my place with SY. Spent most of the day there and only went out in the evening. Followed her for a little shopping again and then we watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eagle Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Pyramid. The movie was cool. Wayyyy much better than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pathetic-ology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Wouldn't want to spoil the show for those who have not watched it. Go check it out. It's really good. Highly recommended. Now it makes me wonder if OUR government can spy on us through our mobile phones or internet connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253934042858010306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SOm5LOniNsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/woS7940QV5U/s320/eagle-eye-01-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fat chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was considered quite a big day today. Whole family went over to Cheras to a studio to get my graduation photos taken. Had one taken of just myself and a big one with my family. But I feel the rates were, honestly, like shit. The package given wasn't much but the price was a bomb. Shit, lady, I ain't asking you to use a gold photo paper to wash my photos and include a titanium frame for it. Why the hell is it so freaking expensive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If it wasn't for the fact that they supply the robes and coloured 'hoodie' for The One, I would've gladly gone to another photo studio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone to One Utama with SY to walk around and have dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, the day The One students have been waiting for to put on our best shirts, blazers, pants and dress, and the day our parents have been waiting to finally stop funding our art equipments and tuition fees - our convocation. The Grand Ballroom in Sheraton Subang looks quite good. After collecting our robes and mortarboards, everyone started having their pictures taken with friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Started joking around with Phoebe and Suraya while we were lining up to go into the ballroom. All the while walking up the stage to receive my scroll, the only thing that crossed everyone's mind is not to trip on the stairs and fall. What a scene that would be. Congrats to &lt;strong&gt;Chrystal 'Kissital' Giam Yee Feng&lt;/strong&gt; for making it into TOA's Dean's List of Honours. You really were great. So great that some of the tutors in the Graphic Design Department made her a banner which reads "Ur the GODDEST of Ad!" Such an honour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During the group photo session (which is in front of everyone in the ballroom wth), we had a shot which we could gladly fling our mortarboards up. Such a fun moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Food that night didn't really suck but it was quite inadequate. Plus, we get awkward trying not to show our ugly side while eating in front of someone else's parents whom we don't know. Should've thought of arranging the seatings. James' band played some rock music while we were dining. One song called for all the graduates to go up in front of the stage. Stage-shy Batch 58 didn't go up. The ones that did go up were all Batch 55 people. Was really great. We all went up the stage and rocked together with the band. We made another history by being the first batch to rock the ballroom during a formal graduation dinner (the other history was made when we decided to do some creative works instead of just showing our portfolios during our Graduation Exhibition).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After dinner, we proceeded with more photography sessions and then supper over at Old Town Kopitiam in Sunway. We had our usual Shidio gathering, filled with laughter and joy. Were supposed to go Coco Banana but we changed our minds because most of us were craving for food rather than drinks. And some still have to work on today (sigh). After supper, sent JT and Shawn back to Sheraton where some of the Shidios will be spending the night (I would too if I didn't have to work today). That was the end of a fun day to mark a joyful ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pictures from the convocation will uploaded later but most of them will go into my Facebook profile. Have to get it from various amount of people (SY, James, Eve, Ken, May, TOA, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-7640117639838154879?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/7640117639838154879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=7640117639838154879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7640117639838154879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7640117639838154879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/10/5days.html' title='5....days.......'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SOm5LM1HQ3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/D252BGsXqz0/s72-c/pathology-finalp-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-8733680402838114965</id><published>2008-09-30T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:59:25.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Randoms?? More Randoms....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup, it's all gonna be a whole bunch of randoms again. Lazy to type one event by one event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt; holidays approaching. Taking it easy in the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TGI Fridays&lt;/span&gt; yesterday for lunch with my boss and colleagues using the penalty money from our China agent (long story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Attended the &lt;em&gt;'No Compromise'&lt;/em&gt; seminar on Saturday, with speaker Mike Constantine preaching. Was kinda fun. Not boring at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Took leave for Friday with NO intentions of going anywhere for the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Convocation this Sunday!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bought new blazer just for the convo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since pay day til now (which is &lt;strong&gt;not even&lt;/strong&gt; the next month yet), I spent a total of more than RM800 in shopping alone. New shirts, new leather shoes, new tees...wonder when am I going to sweep that Nike leather shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone coming to stay over on Saturday night. Hehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want a new watch, a new computer, new phone, new &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ray-Ban&lt;/span&gt;, new rims and tyres for my car......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanna go home now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Found out that one of my colleague shares the same birthdate as me. So in total, I know 3 people who shares the same birthdate as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First time in AGES since i would stall a manual car. Don't like Myvi's manual fuel intake system. The owner of the car agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Experienced culinery students' handywork in Tim's kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wendy's&lt;/span&gt; for lunch today. I had to compensate a half pound burger with fries, nuggets and a drink to fill me to the enough point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like drawing. But I feel like drawing while I'm in the office, which is a little inappropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. That's all for now. Cheerios. (rhymes with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oreos&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-8733680402838114965?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/8733680402838114965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=8733680402838114965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8733680402838114965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8733680402838114965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-randoms-more-randoms.html' title='More Randoms?? More Randoms....'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-6229366652427169732</id><published>2008-09-25T10:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:17:05.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phones phones phones....Gah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For so many years that I've used mobile phones, I've officially tried most of the major brands available in the market; Sony Ericsson, Nokia, Samsung, Motorola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But after considering everything from design, function and practicality, I would almost certainly stick with Sony Ericsson (SE). I find that it's more user-friendly of the 4 brands I've tried. I don't find myself going "Where the heck can I find this function?" or even "What the heck does this category stand for?" I don't get confused using an SE phone. Besides that, I find their phones durable, practical and very innovative in terms of functions. Style-wise, it may not be able to compare up to the likes of LG. LG phones are sexy but, in terms of function, it doesn't measure up. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249823191386076738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SNseYLgstkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5xa0leg8OqE/s320/sony_ericsson_logo.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, I need a new target phone to aim for. Firstly, I need the cash though. But I've narrowed it down to three models from SE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First is the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SE C902&lt;/span&gt; which is already available in stores. It's beautiful with good functions; a 5MP camera, face detection function by the Cybershot and 3G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249781332344548098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SNr4TqbfqwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8wiAgUca7fg/s400/C902_see_the_product_large_1.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next is the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SE C905&lt;/span&gt;. I find the functions in this one is slightly better than the C902. What attracted me to it was it's 8.1MP camera with Cybershot technology. This phone also has aGPS system and supports Wi-Fi services. It has all the functions in the C902 plus Wayfinder Navigator which acts almost similar to a GPS system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SNr4T35RXRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GucsbdXWi_Y/s1600-h/SEC905.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249781335959100690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SNr4T35RXRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GucsbdXWi_Y/s400/SEC905.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249781340071470722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SNr4UHNvJoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Zh1OLbsvzW0/s400/sonyericssonc9053_medium.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And last but not least, there's the new &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Xperia X1&lt;/span&gt; phone. This one is a touch screen phone which serves LIKE a PDA. It's not exactly a PDA. But this phone only has a 3.2MP camera. The attractive level of this phone covers what it lacks though. Would be happy to acquire this phone pending I see the actual product at the retailers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249789034955099282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SNr_UA49TJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RV38_fjf-T0/s400/sonyericssonxperiax1phone.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249789040826298962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SNr_UWwwslI/AAAAAAAAAII/Mh5rvoKwfZM/s400/sony-ericsson-xperia-x1.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall, I'm gonna take my time to decide on this issue. It's not an easy 100 200 bucks thing that I can just simply replace.&lt;/span&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/15515459-6229366652427169732?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/6229366652427169732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=6229366652427169732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/6229366652427169732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/6229366652427169732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/09/phones-phones-phonesgah.html' title='Phones phones phones....Gah.'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SNseYLgstkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5xa0leg8OqE/s72-c/sony_ericsson_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-7909291572541436477</id><published>2008-09-18T08:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:52:55.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged-o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lazy to do tags. But since I'm tagged, I guess I'll just finish it all in one go wth. And I'll be doing tags by two person with just one version (don't expect me to write 30 weird things about me. I'm NOT that weird yet) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. No tags back!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I'm darn crazy about cars. Can't help it. I go crazy when I'm browsing cars or when I stumble upon exotic cars.&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;2 . I thought of building my own supercar one day one part at a time together with Lionel.&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;3 . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I like it when my gf bites my fingers??&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;4 . I'm crazy about horror movies although I do get jumpy watching it. Paying to scare myself silly wth.&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;5 . The prime colours I like are black &amp;amp; white. But I'm neither black nor white. *shrugs*&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;6 . I have 2 pillows, a bolster, a blanket and a porin on my bed but I only sleep with one pillow and the blanket. The rest are just accessories.&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;7 . I'm suddenly enthusiastic about mathematics and calculations again while at work, calculating glass bottle capacities and technical tolerences.&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;8 . My mind is even sharper when I'm sick. *shrugs*&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;9 . I need pumping music when I'm doing work and soft music when I'm driving. &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;10 . I like emo music. NOT because I'm an emo person (unless with reasons) but I think they're much more meaningful compared to banging metal rock nonsense.&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;11 . I err......&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*how can I put it in a not-so-gayish feel*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; appreciate romantic movies wth. Well, that's a weird thing, right? Don't ask me why.&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;12 . I let my tears flow when I have to. Bottling hurt inside isn't healthy and I'll just let my emotions free. Privately, though.&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;13 . If I'm speeding, I'd rather do 180-190km/h if I can rather than just 140-160km/h because, if anything were to happen &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and I pray oh God it WON'T)&lt;/span&gt; I might as well die straight rather than end up in the hospital with broken parts and suffer the pain and agony.&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;14 . I don't lose my sense of humour even when I'm having a bad mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Thanks to Estela. lol)&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;15 . I can have chicken or duck rice for all 6 days in a week continuously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(lets leave one day for other types of food)&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's my weird side. I'm tagging whoever who wishes to do this tag. But I would like to pick some though:&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;- Jimbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Johnston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Chui Mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-7909291572541436477?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/7909291572541436477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=7909291572541436477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7909291572541436477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7909291572541436477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-o.html' title='Tagged-o'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-7999499211855316216</id><published>2008-09-16T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:32:11.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nissan GT-R35</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This car is Japanese. It's brilliant. It's massive. It's agile. It's powerful. It's.....did I mention Japanese already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. It's so agile, it beat a Ferrari and the SLR on the Top Gear's Power Lap. European supercars may have all the speed on the straight, but at corners, it loses everything. And that is precisely where the GT-R plans to nail it's victims. This is mostly all the same with tuner cars as compared to the European exotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Clarkson did mention that this car wasn't fitted with adaptive headlights simply because the headlights' motion sensors just couldn't keep up with the agility that this car is fully capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The design is brilliant. Channeling all the air from every part of the front towards the rear spoiler to create enough natural downforce to the rear of the car (the front is heavy enough with the V6 engine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things sweeter for the casual but occasionally adrenaline-pumped drivers, this car can switch between auto and manual for driving convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the clip out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EyThgV7yeZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EyThgV7yeZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-7999499211855316216?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/7999499211855316216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=7999499211855316216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7999499211855316216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7999499211855316216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/09/nissan-gt-r35.html' title='Nissan GT-R35'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-1154019034538358410</id><published>2008-09-11T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:25:44.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I so hate politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime I read political news in our already-depressing country, I get even more depressed than Lionel thinking about finishing his course.&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;Hey,I don't have to LOVE this country or the government to be worried. I'm bloody living in this country. So, indirectly, it will affect me in the future.&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;All the hates, racist remarks, riots, arguements....it all makes this country even more and more unstable. I mean, screw all this bloody racist things. Why can't everyone just live with each other?&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;Sure, I know about all the frustrations and inequality the other races feel when a lot of chances for better education positions, loans or scholarships are frequently given to the &lt;em&gt;Bumiputeras&lt;/em&gt; first. I've had my fair share of experience and so do my family. A chinese with better result cannot receive a scholarship compared to a Bumi with lower academic result.&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;So, why can't we have equality. Everyone worked just as hard to gain something. Shit, if you're a Bumi and you don't wanna work hard just because you think you have your privileges, what makes you think the other races won't get pissed off?&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;A press statement quoted a politician as saying that the Chinese dominated the economics and now look to dominate the political scene and that a warning was given for the Chinese to NOT push the Malays to the wall or they will fight back for their own survival.&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;Screw you. If they can push you to the wall with only half the privileges you receive, that shows they worked twice harder than you freaking people did. They didn't get to that point for free and just by sitting back. The minority races all had to work extra hard to gain the wealth and power that we hold in the economic scene. Why should we even submit to the Bumis just because it's "supposed to be" your "privilege" to control this country's economics. If you wanna control, bloody work for it your bloody self and don't expect special treatment. The other races will not back down for people who do not work but choose to claim what is NOT rightfully theirs, especially the Chinese. This they have to understand.&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;They better not even mention that the Malays were the original in this country. You didn't bloody spring out of these grounds. Every race helped form the Malaysia we know now. All races fought for the independence of this country. It's not like the other races sat back and just let things pass and wait for the country to be independant.&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;If the political scene in this country causes the nation to fall, I will gladly pack my bags and move down south to our neighbours. Heck, I'd rather be &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; there than to risk my future and that of my future family and offsprings in this country.&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;I love being in this country but the political scene made it a living hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-1154019034538358410?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/1154019034538358410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=1154019034538358410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1154019034538358410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1154019034538358410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-so-hate-politics.html' title='I so hate politics'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-8087754097800417161</id><published>2008-09-10T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:36:38.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondhand Serenade - Fall For You&lt;/strong&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;The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Could it be that we have been this way before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But hold your breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or I wont live to see another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're impossible to find&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;This is not what I intended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always swore to you I'd never fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I may have failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I have loved you from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So breathe in so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breathe me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm yours to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And hold onto your words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause talk is cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And remember me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you're asleep&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;Chorus&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;Chorus&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: This song is not directed to anyone. I just like the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-8087754097800417161?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/8087754097800417161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=8087754097800417161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8087754097800417161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8087754097800417161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-for-you.html' title='Fall For You'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-7039526503113983428</id><published>2008-09-09T10:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:45:53.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRID</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I was saying before, I had been wanting to get a new game and play it. I finally did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thank God,right? Right.)&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;Finally got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Race Driver GRID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Developed by Codemasters, I was quite eager to start playing since I read the review and had previews of what the game looked like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(so eager that I delayed picking SY up for dinner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243855258821419106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SMXqkyOdYGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AAP4NvKmvZE/s400/Race-Driver-GRID-1547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GRID is a hybrid between arcade and simulator of mainly tarmac racing that consists of 43 cars. I must say I was VERY impressed by the level of detailing; in terms of graphics and driving physics. So impressed that I frustrate myself getting the hang of the cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are my judgement on the game based on &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; own experience and opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graphics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the highlight of the game. The graphics for GRID is nothing less than impressive. The level of detailing to the surroundings, the cars and even the cockpit. Yes, the cockpit. I loved this view (although it's super hard to see the road with all the dust and debris) because it's so realistic and it puts you in the driver's perspective of racing. Sure it may be hard to see the road, what more when you're travelling about 270km/h but, hey, the experience is thrilling. I've been craving for games such as NFS to make a comeback with the cockpit camera view like they did in Hot Pursuit 2 and now, GRID has fulfilled it. And it's not just some lame-looking-steering-wheel-with-hands-and-lame-looking-dashboard view. This is the full cockpit of an actual racer car. Even the action of the driver switching gears or the lights blinking to signal for gear ratios are shown, not to mention the way the hands turn the steering depending on how much you turn the car. What more can anyone ask? It even shows you the detailed indicator and the roll cage nicely strapped and hinged down inside the cockpit. GRID has combined some of the top tuner, muscle and exotic cars there are around the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243855260462551362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SMXqk4VvEUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FWEkdP5IrMM/s400/0418.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the outside, the details given to the cars and the damages were impeccable. Even the door swings open if the impact hits it. Not to mention tyres going crooked and suspension debris flying around. Spectators were more realistic than in Prostreet but, we don't care about them, do we? The surroundings were nicely duplicated to be as real as possible and sceneries are breathtaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243855254735788706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SMXqkjAXmqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3WmnOpro73I/s400/race-driver-grid-20071206055509183.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gameplay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First and foremost, the cars' handling. Maybe I suck at it, but the cars were like super hard to get the hang of. But the physics were realistically duplicated. You either get a car that would constantly oversteer or understeer. And there's not a thing you can do or tweak about it. The controls allow you to skew the deadzone and saturation for your steering, accelerator and brakes though. So, just play around with those. Cars tend to skid uncontrolably the moment it hits a different tarmac, the grass area and the sand pits. But cars do not need to slow down to snail speeds to take corners unlike in Prostreet. Drifting in GRID is a heck of a challenge as the car tends to wipe out constantly. Maybe balancing the throttle, brakes and steering requires the ACTUAL steering and pedals. GRID even got rid of street-racing-type car supplements such as NOS or personal car modifications. Indicators right next to your speedometer will even indicate damages your car is suffering from. If your car is about 80% damaged, the race is over for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243855253267418546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SMXqkdiSDbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yS7UaJcNKvI/s400/Race-Driver-GRID_5-14-08_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Races are separated into 3 groups; American Muscles, Euro Racing and Japan Racing styles. Almost every form of track racing is found in GRID, even the notorious Demolition Derby under American style. Each track-type requires the region's car type for racing. No mix and matching cars and their birth continents.&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;The great thing about GRID is, if you're playing Driver Offer modes, whereby you use cars which are provided to you, the most important thing is to complete the race. It is not necessary for you to win in order to receive the Appearance Fee and Playback Bonus. But completing bonus clauses will earn you extra cash. It really simulates the actual world of racing where there is money the moment you finish a course. The rest of the racing modes, they offer price money if you finish within the top 3. Japan drift tournaments are knockout-style; in which you compete and defeat one opponent after another to proceed to become Drift King. All races won will add to your reputation further down the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243855251018247746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SMXqkVKCbkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Vj20FLrroX4/s400/394872144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can say that I recommend all driving enthusiast to try this game out, but to be warned that there might be some frustrations while trying to get the hang of the cars' handling. It brought back substance and reality to what racing is all about and it all comes down to how you position yourself strategically and mentally while racing and not just a whole case of "who's got more NOS and press that button faster" gizmo. This is racing at its raw, pure and wildest nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would give this game an 8/10. Dropping points at tweaking the way the car handles and the drifting mechanism. The rest is pure bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-7039526503113983428?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/7039526503113983428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=7039526503113983428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7039526503113983428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7039526503113983428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/09/grid.html' title='GRID'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SMXqkyOdYGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AAP4NvKmvZE/s72-c/Race-Driver-GRID-1547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-7119593039753302208</id><published>2008-09-05T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:44:33.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procras procras (why am I always repeating stuffs??)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea, the title says everything.&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;So, kthxbai for stopping by.&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;&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just kidding.&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;Been procrastinating a lot of things. Why? Why? Why?&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;I'll answer you tomorrow.&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;&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;Nah. Just felt like I always DON'T WANT TO find the time to do things. Things such as buying my game, looking at new arrival for car models, play my guitar, load my new game, download songs, play my PSP, disturb my dog, clean my room, watch DVD or downloaded movies, etc.&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;I mean, come on. Some of these things are fun things to do. Things some people couldn't wait to do when they're allowed to. But to me, I don't know why but I just don't see the urgency in doing these things. So most of the time I'll just do it "along the way". When I so happen" to come across it.&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;Maybe I'm just bored. Or maybe there's something that's just occupying my time and interest. Idunnodontaskme.&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I WANNA GET THE LAMBO MURCIELAGO AS WELL!!!&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;Okay, that was random. But I really crave for it. Wonder if it comes in gun grey. Hmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-7119593039753302208?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/7119593039753302208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=7119593039753302208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7119593039753302208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7119593039753302208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/09/procras-procras-why-am-i-always.html' title='Procras procras (why am I always repeating stuffs??)'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-4655276180502378804</id><published>2008-09-04T10:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:55:54.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When events turn into an essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Updates on the events of the weekend and the past few day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Summit in the morning for my "breakfast" and wanted to get a game which I was wanted to get a for a long time. But instead, me and my itchy feet decided to walk into a car model shop. Can't control myself cuz I haven't bought any cars for the past month or so. Ended up getting a 1:18 scale model of a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lamborghini Gallardo Superleggera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (pics to be shown another day). I could even tell the uncle that my gf is going to grumble when she finds out later in the afternoon. How right I am. Accompanied SY to TARC's convocation ceremony for an ex-seafieldian's convocation. Then rushed all the way back to sunway for a movie. Watched Death Race. Was cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242007846374461698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SL9aXOj10QI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-O7IS359J2M/s400/CIMG0960(vga).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saw this at Sunway Hotel when picking up Christine for the convo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After church in the morning, went home, packed and left for a nights trip in PD with Tim, Kevin, my sis, Kiat Yee, Jim, Samantha, Johnston, Johnny, Melissa and Jimmy Tiang, Winnie, Sarah, Kai Mun and his gf Cynthia (I wonder if I spelt that correctly).Sat in Tim's car. I totally take back the thing I said when I went to PD with my college mates. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"When people look at us and the car we drove, they would think we were rich kids."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I take it back. Back then, we only drove a Honda City, a Honda Stream and a lowly Iswara Aeroback. But this time, the convoy was a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new Honda CRV, a Honda Accord, a Hyundai Elantra and a Toyota Celica.&lt;/span&gt; One of the most expensive convoy. Stayed at The Ocean View Resort in apartment owned by Jim's dad. Arrived in the evening so we went straight down to the beach for fun and BBQ. Think most of the guys who BBQed lost some leg hair. After BBQ, we went back to the apartment to clean up and have some indoor fun. Played Pictionary. Everyone went nuts over it. Played til the wee hours of the morning. Tim bought some fresh coconuts and we had some trouble slowly opening them and draining the juices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone was SUPPOSED to be up at 7am. But instead, everyone got up and ready around 10plus am. Left PD and we decided to drive all the way back to PJ for brunch. All along the way, there were so many toilet breaks because of all the coconut water everyone had in the morning. Had chicken rice at Paramount because Kevin said the char siew was delicious. I admit it's soft and delicious, but it was SUPER FATTY. OMG. Could've just had a heart attack right there eating that. Then we grouped over at Samantha's place. Those crazy fellas wanted another round of Pictionary because it seems Kevin and Johnston can't stop gloating about being champions the night before. But, unofficially, Samantha and Sarah were the winners the night before and also for the second round. Got home and it was raining super hard. Rested a while, cleaned up and went out with SY.&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;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boring day at work as usual. But got to sneak out to do some printing work and SY tagged along. Accompanied her for a brief shopping outing. Went over to Glass Solution for training in the evening and had a super headache. Literally headache, not because of the training. On the way back to take SY out for dinner, I realised I caught a little fever. So nice of SY and her mum to provide me with some paracetamol (or panadol) and water to ease the headache. Hahaha...It was to my understanding that SY kept the water just right, not cold and not hot, while waiting for me to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to see a doctor because I got up with quite a bad sore throat. The doc gave me an MC for the day. SY came over to my house to "study" for her college exam. That girl slept half the day away in my room. Should make her study downstairs next time. And a first encounter for her with my parents for lunch and dinner. Now she knows where I got my sense of humour from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all for the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to those who SMSed to ask how I was doing and told me to take care. Thank God for the one day rest. I needed that. Thanks to the people who organized the PD trip. I needed the holiday. Thanks to SY for taking care of me. Love you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, those are soooooo lame. But thanks for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photos will be shown another day. Be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-4655276180502378804?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/4655276180502378804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=4655276180502378804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4655276180502378804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4655276180502378804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-events-turn-into-essay.html' title='When events turn into an essay'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SL9aXOj10QI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-O7IS359J2M/s72-c/CIMG0960(vga).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-942813449844807481</id><published>2008-08-29T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:29:42.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember remember...Pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just mentioned about turn of events in my life in my previous post.&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;The more I think about it, the funnier it gets.&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;And I think sometimes I need to learn my lesson. And the lesson is, never EVER have a girl as an enemy or as an argue partner. You may never know how both of you may just end up.&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;And to me, it took a very big twist.&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%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The first was a girl who I seem to like to argue with and tease in high school. Ever since Form 2, we were constantly at each other's neck. We irritated each other so much that sometimes we both had to enroute our paths if we happen to bump into each other. But then, we had a truce by the end of our high school years and continued being friends. But things didn't stop there. A few years went by and we even ended up being in a relationship with each other. That ended last year though.&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%;color:#009900;"&gt;And now, almost the same incident arose. Only, I wasn't such an enemy to this girl back in high school. We, or more appropriately, her, liked teasing &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; about random stuffs. But then we also became closer friends after high school and then, a relationship with each other as well.&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;The first incident was a more extreme turn of event compared to the second.&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;So boys and girls, never go along teasing girls around you or making enemies. You may never know what fate can do to your little "friendship".&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;It's an exception to me though. Huahahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-942813449844807481?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/942813449844807481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=942813449844807481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/942813449844807481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/942813449844807481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/remember-rememberpt-2.html' title='Remember remember...Pt 2'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-4507550181401162414</id><published>2008-08-27T10:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:20:27.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember remember...the 5th of December...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every once in a while, it's just good to sit back and relax in an empty, quiet room. Where everything halts during that moment and your mind can wander where ever it wants to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And every now and then, I'll just reflect on my life. The things I've done, friends who've been in and out of my life. A little depressing? Maybe. But I should look back and see what I've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239025265108650610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SLTBuJgZCnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DvCL7iz0eQk/s400/windowslivewriterfriendshipwhatitsallabout-9bd1friendship4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laugh at the fun times I had, the jokes made, time spent with friends from the past, hearts made and hearts broken, the great times and the depressing time. The immature times which seem all funny now and times when I got into troubles for things I did. Memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it made me laugh at how some turn of events happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remembered that, during high school, I wasn't close to someone. He was more of just an acquaintance rather than a friend and I remember how we used to boast to each other about things we can do and whatnot. We weren't much close to each other and I think we don't even like bumping into each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But ever since we left high school, we got reacquainted. We started hanging out and that's when the surprising turn of events started taking place. We got closer and we started hanging out and chatting even more. Shared problems and just simply goofing around for fun. We listened to each other and encouraged one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soon enough, we became the best of friends. At least to me though. We'd share stupid antics and talk about almost everything and anything. When there was someone I needed to talk to, he was there listening. And it made me wonder, why couldn't we get along sooner rather than later. Well, there's no better time than now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's my pal and he's my bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239029308983380866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SLTFZiHQi4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/YsvKsV7u8HU/s400/n905355533_2367898_3259.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, ps: Bro, you'd better graduate and get back here A.S.A.P. or I'm starting my Enzo model without you. Muahahahahahahahaha.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/15515459-4507550181401162414?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/4507550181401162414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=4507550181401162414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4507550181401162414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4507550181401162414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/remember-rememberthe-5th-of-december.html' title='Remember remember...the 5th of December...'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SLTBuJgZCnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DvCL7iz0eQk/s72-c/windowslivewriterfriendshipwhatitsallabout-9bd1friendship4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-1340816601986887128</id><published>2008-08-26T12:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:18:01.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED A VACATION!!!! I WANT A VACATION!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna go for a vacation. Picked out 2 good locations to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Redang Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhentian Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238673867673347474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SLOCIIDKpZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/w-TKHmHw0k0/s400/redang3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238673867842318562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SLOCIIrc8OI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jD4PezUeq04/s400/redang2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Redang Island&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238673873174969746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SLOCIci2vZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BGCiE9A8uMo/s400/perhentian4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhentian Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I'm trying to decide which destination to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Both have beautiful beaches and this time of the year is the best time to actually visit there. The usual vacation season at the end and the beginning of the year is the monsoon season. That's why throughout the years, I didn't have the chance to visit there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Both islands are remote and therefore, there's nothing else you can do except relax and enjoy the beach and water activities. Pretty much what I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, baby, which island?? Waiting for your decision.&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;Anybody can give me a suggestions on which island is better? Preferably with experience with visiting both or either islands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But first up, PD this weekend. Wheeee~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-1340816601986887128?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/1340816601986887128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=1340816601986887128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1340816601986887128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1340816601986887128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-vacation-i-want-vacation.html' title='I NEED A VACATION!!!! I WANT A VACATION!!!!'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SLOCIIDKpZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/w-TKHmHw0k0/s72-c/redang3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-7198074322648739885</id><published>2008-08-25T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:56:35.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a situation to ponder about.&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;Have any of you ever had that situation where, you already know something someone is about to do and you reveal it to them. You already have a very good hunch and all signs already lead to a decision or action that person has probably already made but, that person still goes on denying that fact and continues to contradict you. And in the end, what ever hunch you had actually came true. &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;Is that any different from lying? Or maybe that person is just lying to him/herself.&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;Should one feel hurt and angry or no feelings whatsoever?&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;So go ahead, ponder about it for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-7198074322648739885?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/7198074322648739885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=7198074322648739885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7198074322648739885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/7198074322648739885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/ponder-ponder.html' title='Ponder ponder'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-1297261867556002108</id><published>2008-08-24T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:43:53.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-ity pt 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since nowadays I'm quite lazy in blogging about daily events, I'll just list most of it as random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ca Jien Er Guo has been unofficially made me and SY's song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy birthday to Rainbow Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy birthday to Chrystal aka Kissital Giam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olympics have officially ended. No more bugging about sports events and channels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not want to be in the shoes of the head of the Olympics organizing team of Great Britain for London 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Job assessment will be done at the end of this week. Better "work" hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My burning passion for design is starting to extinguish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I rarely spend adequate time with my family these days. Been out too much. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Need to continue pushing weights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels anger when I hear about bfs who hit their gfs. I swear I will smash them with the iron rod in my car if I ever happen to be nearby an incident whereby the girl involved is a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loves the sound of my Taylor Big Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like I need to throw 70% of the things in my room out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wants to buy new car models. Haven't bought many since I started working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wants to play Racedriver GRID and GTA 4 on my PC. But somehow I don't know why I don't find the time to buy the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wants to change the rims and tires on my car. Envy of Tim who got to change his rims and tires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hopes enough people will go for next week's PD trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hopes SY will be able to decide where she wants to go for a vacation after her exam. I'm lazy in deciding where to go for vacation. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. It's so early and I'm sleepy. Night-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-1297261867556002108?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/1297261867556002108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=1297261867556002108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1297261867556002108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1297261867556002108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-ity-pt-3.html' title='Random-ity pt 3'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-2582450007040199762</id><published>2008-08-22T08:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:15:13.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-ity Pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weekly randoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rondam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Financial burden starting to sink in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone to Asia Cafe 3 times in a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Celebrated Jimbo's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally stressed out by work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling so free the moment no one replies my emails while at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My car is starting to drink up my petrol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bloody petrol are like water now. Evaporates in an instance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Needs a vacation. Preferably somewhere far. And, no bro, not as far as Aus. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for someone to finish exam to go on vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Started listening back to chinese songs vigorously. (no thanks to someone.lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hooked to one song currently. *Playback**playback**faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want to mod my car. Or you can say pimp my ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanna add an air intake system in my car and new suspensions and brakes. Maybe even new stereos, a DVD player and an LCD monitor. Any contributors or donors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking about whether I'll eventually pass my final class in TOA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muscles aching because I pushed too much weights in gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haven't practice my guitar the whole week. Will die at Kevin's hands this Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Losing my mind these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bwahahahahakakakakanyahnyahnyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, that was really random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My office PC is just sitting there staring at me with its 22inch face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna skip work a while to go &lt;strong&gt;'get some glass bottle samples for the company'&lt;/strong&gt; and maybe go out with someone in the process. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laziness at work starting to sink in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My favourite pair of jeans had been sitting in the laundry basket FOR A WHOLE WEEK. Dammit, I don't feel too confident without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been in one too many meetings these days at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupid Kampai Asia Pacific, reply my emails laaaaaaaahhhh. I damn bored okay waiting for your approval or amendments for your design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lucky not to be the one called to go to Saudi Arabia. *points at Vivian and laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel like jumping into the automobile industry now because of all the supercar pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wondering why the heck Proton do not push their limits to produce their own supercar instead of just sitting back and shaking leg. Useless bunch of shits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Proton supercar would just explode on our highways the moment it reaches above 200kmh. And I do mean literally explode. As in burst into flames and die a horrible death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanna sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apuchoke whattheheck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bleh. Ran out of randoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to whatever I should be doing. Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-2582450007040199762?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/2582450007040199762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=2582450007040199762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/2582450007040199762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/2582450007040199762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-ity-pt-2.html' title='Random-ity Pt 2'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-1550304167775654839</id><published>2008-08-20T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:44:40.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the pics!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I err.....got to steal these pics from JT's blog. Here's how the night went on James' birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwozcEz0_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/_o1FvKoVaDg/s1600-h/IMG_6585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwozcEz0_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/_o1FvKoVaDg/s400/IMG_6585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236605330899850226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Birthday boy himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwozSPC3dI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yvGA7Ufx6Ps/s1600-h/IMG_6583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwozSPC3dI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yvGA7Ufx6Ps/s400/IMG_6583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236605328258424274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JT and Shaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwozommT9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-78NThc0ZY4/s1600-h/IMG_6562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwozommT9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-78NThc0ZY4/s400/IMG_6562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236605334262796242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sammie and Chin Hou (wondering when is Royce gonna fall from the sky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwozkPQ8mI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0-MdDnrBeb0/s1600-h/IMG_6586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwozkPQ8mI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0-MdDnrBeb0/s400/IMG_6586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236605333091185250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will.I.Am aka William&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwoz09hrZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aEJRgP1unlw/s1600-h/IMG_6596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwoz09hrZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aEJRgP1unlw/s400/IMG_6596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236605337580187026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben aka Ah Bun Chew =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwqOaAgUvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/n8SVe4Un-uY/s1600-h/IMG_6614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwqOaAgUvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/n8SVe4Un-uY/s400/IMG_6614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236606893713019634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Biker dude Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwqOWLTkdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Yh9K9DwnDb8/s1600-h/IMG_6602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwqOWLTkdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Yh9K9DwnDb8/s400/IMG_6602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236606892684579282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me having my nice cup of Choc Cream Frap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwqO2JdzlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dgtaskKxKtM/s1600-h/IMG_6600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwqO2JdzlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dgtaskKxKtM/s400/IMG_6600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236606901266796114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shaz showing off her new green Mac Book. They were editing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwqOk6dEHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vVnLOL5aAtg/s1600-h/IMG_6599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwqOk6dEHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vVnLOL5aAtg/s400/IMG_6599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236606896640430194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Birthday boy seems happy. Very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwqOpwVT_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/PJZftzFwUo8/s1600-h/IMG_6606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwqOpwVT_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/PJZftzFwUo8/s400/IMG_6606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236606897940156402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwrbUONa7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/OthBT_cxYK0/s1600-h/IMG_6608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwrbUONa7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/OthBT_cxYK0/s400/IMG_6608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236608215009815474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sammie posing and Ben wondering what's she doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwrbn1mgQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UIK6GdEzOpA/s1600-h/IMG_6628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwrbn1mgQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UIK6GdEzOpA/s400/IMG_6628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236608220275310850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sam seems hyped about something. No one knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's practically how the whole night looks. Wished there was a pic of me laughing my ass off at their jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wait...those aren't meant for you to see. Nitez.&lt;/span&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/15515459-1550304167775654839?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/1550304167775654839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=1550304167775654839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1550304167775654839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1550304167775654839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-pics.html' title='I got the pics!!!!'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SKwozcEz0_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/_o1FvKoVaDg/s72-c/IMG_6585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-1417427810509236804</id><published>2008-08-19T08:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:08:43.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jimbo Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, this post was a day late. But I thought of blogging the whole event altogether &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt;. Got lazy in the end and delayed it by a few hours.&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%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;18/8 - HAPPY &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;21st&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY JAMES LEE aka JIMMY LEE aka JIMBO LEE aka HJAMNES&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;Few of the original Shidios had a small gathering to celebrate this wonderful occasion &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*choke**cough*&lt;/span&gt; at Asia Cafe last night. Those present were none other than birthday boy Jimbo, Cal, William, Sammie, Shaza, Junn Tseng, Chin Hou, Ben and your truly. For me, it's been like months since I last gathered with them for meals and drinks.&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;Pics will be included later as I need to steal them from JT. Overall during meals, everyone had small chats to catch up and so on.&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;After dinner, we walked across the street for Starbucks and more chat. The space in Asia Cafe was adequate but it was way too noisy and the table is spaced too far apart for comfort.&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;Damn, I haven't laughed so much in such a long time. They're still the bunch of jokers that can crack jokes or tease Ben so badly that my chest hurts laughing. Poor Ben. He's still the subject of teasing when we all sit together. But he's cool with it and he jokes and laughs along. We tried getting Jimbo to do some crazy stuffs since it's his birthday but he refused. Lots of weird suggestions.&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%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jimbo: All those suggestions are morally wrong. At least in Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shaza: Well, at least they're morally fun.&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;And William was asking James to ask a random girl about something that has to do with cheeseburger and "nom nom nom". He said it so fast that it's funny but I couldn't catch the whole phrase properly.&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%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;JT: Be a man, do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;Willie: Be a thing, do the right man&lt;br /&gt;Me: *rolls on the floor laughing*&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;Actually planned for a party over at James' place this Saturday but most of the gang can't make it. And Ben's been asking us who wants to go Europe backpacking with him in 2009. sigh. I wanna go. Need cash. Sleep at the side of the roads or on stairs or find airports, Ben? Maybe even railstations and buses. LOL&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;Will update on the pics another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-1417427810509236804?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/1417427810509236804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=1417427810509236804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1417427810509236804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1417427810509236804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-jimbo-lee.html' title='Happy Birthday Jimbo Lee'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-1652856841417873929</id><published>2008-08-17T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:51:03.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Only My Woman Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian McFadden - Like Only A Woman Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't perfect&lt;br /&gt;I done a lot of stupid things&lt;br /&gt;Still no angel&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't looking for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't laid up by my pride&lt;br /&gt;Just shocked by her attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did someone sign me up for love?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want it&lt;br /&gt;But now I can't live without it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She changed my life&lt;br /&gt;She cleaned me up&lt;br /&gt;She found my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like only a woman can&lt;br /&gt;She pulls me up&lt;br /&gt;When she knows I'm sad&lt;br /&gt;She knows her man&lt;br /&gt;Like only a woman can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's kinda perfect&lt;br /&gt;She's kinda everything I'm not&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she's an angel&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how she's patient&lt;br /&gt;Even more at times I'm not&lt;br /&gt;She's my conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who decided I'd be hers?&lt;br /&gt;I want to hate them&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I can't live without her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like only a woman can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who decided I'd be hers?&lt;br /&gt;I want to hate them&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I can't live without her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus&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/15515459-1652856841417873929?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/1652856841417873929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=1652856841417873929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1652856841417873929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1652856841417873929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/like-only-woman-can.html' title='Like Only My Woman Can'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-3223661227387989136</id><published>2008-08-17T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:29:10.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think I should be careful of what I wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows too well. And He has provided me with someone who's doing exactly what I've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy though. Should analyse it for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, maybe I should put some room in between rather than seeing her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little space makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think that a girl can be more anxious and excited about watching an Olympic badminton match compared to guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't realise it would also be that fun to watch a match in 1U's center court, on their giant monitor along with someone and a whole bunch of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching China's mixed doubles get kicked out of the semis by Indonesia  T_T&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/15515459-3223661227387989136?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/3223661227387989136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=3223661227387989136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3223661227387989136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3223661227387989136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/think-i-should-be-careful-of-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-1033375459697214231</id><published>2008-08-16T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:13:02.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm now very hooked to Li Sheng Jie's Ca Jian Er Guo. *blaming Lionel*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept listening to it. Waiting til I officially get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;*Chorus only*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他不會是個好男人　也不會是個好情人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; ta bu hui shi ge hao nan ren, ye bu hui shi ge hao qing ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; He's not a good man, and is not a good lover either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 你對我說　我們只是擦肩而過&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; ni dui wo shuo, wo men zhi shi ca jian er guo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; To me, we are just two people who had a brief encounter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 好的男人有那麼多　少了他的日子也能過&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; hao de nan ren you na me duo, shao le ta de ri zi ye neng guo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; There are so many good men out there; without him, life will still go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 我不會再讓你寂寞　也不會讓你更難過&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; wo bu hui zai rang ni ji mo, ye bu hui rang ni geng nan guo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I will no longer make you feel lonely, and I won't let you feel more hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 你聽我說　要好好學著去生活&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; ni ting wo shuo, yao hao hao xue zhe qu sheng huo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Listen to me, you must learn how to live well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 就算未來有多少錯　至少還有我的問候　我的溫柔陪你渡過&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; jiu suan wei lai you duo shao cuo, zhi shao hai you wo de wen hou, wo de wen rou pei ni du guo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Even if the future has many wrongs, at least you'll have my greeting and my warmth, accompanying you through the days&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/15515459-1033375459697214231?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/1033375459697214231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=1033375459697214231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1033375459697214231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1033375459697214231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-now-very-hooked-to-li-sheng-jies-ca.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-694672376659869151</id><published>2008-08-14T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:52:33.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuts about donuts (Big Apple style)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I think the company I'm working for is trying to make us all gain weight and then lose it by working our ass off.&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;Okay, that was random.&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;But my boss just brought back a box of a dozen Big Apple donuts for me and 2 of my colleagues.&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;Isn't that evidence enough?&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;&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;&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;I need to gain weight though. *starts munching*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-694672376659869151?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/694672376659869151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=694672376659869151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/694672376659869151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/694672376659869151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/nuts-about-donuts-big-apple-style.html' title='Nuts about donuts (Big Apple style)'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-2592089386915185967</id><published>2008-08-14T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:44:04.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dislike it when people find my weak spot.&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;I hate being tickled. Can't stand it.&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;Ouch.&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;And someone went on the whole night doing so.Sigh.&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;T.T&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;&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;Wait...okay, you guys &lt;strong&gt;DID NOT&lt;/strong&gt; just read all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-2592089386915185967?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/2592089386915185967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=2592089386915185967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/2592089386915185967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/2592089386915185967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dislike-it-when-people-find-my-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-3899166203467427082</id><published>2008-08-12T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:22:43.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been having a lot of things to think of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, personal life, friends, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's just one thing that's playing around in my mind. A dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy. I'm glad I did what I did. But I wonder to myself, should I travel the same path I did more than a year ago? Am I ready to accept this? Should I go on with this or call it off before it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't want to. I just don't wanna regret it if anything did happen further down the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma dilemma.&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/15515459-3899166203467427082?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/3899166203467427082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=3899166203467427082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3899166203467427082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/3899166203467427082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-755360225871235645</id><published>2008-08-11T17:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:25:32.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To goulash or not to goulash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally gotten the time to remind myself to search for the recipe for Hungarian Goulash. Not the dry version but the broth version. And it's made with beef.&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;Now I'm finding a free time for me to sit at home and slowly experiment on it. Lol.&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUNGARIAN GOULASH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lbs. beef for stew, cut into 1" cubes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 med. onion, sliced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 sm. clove garlic, finely chopped or 1/8 tsp. instant minced garlic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/4 c. shortening&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3/4 c. catsup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 tbsp. Worcestershire sauce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 tbsp. packed brown sugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 tsp. salt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 tsp. paprika&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 tsp. dry mustard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dash of cayenne red pepper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/4 c. cold water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 tbsp. flour or 1 tbsp. cornstarch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noodles (below)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cook and stir beef, onion and garlic in shortening until beef is brown; drain. Stir in 1 1/2 cups water, the catsup, Worcestershire sauce, brown sugar, salt, paprika, mustard and red pepper. Heat to boiling; reduce heat. Cover and simmer until beef is tender, 2 to 2 1/2 hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shake 1/4 cup cold water and the flour in tightly covered container; stir gradually into beef mixture. Heat to boiling, stirring constantly. Boil and stir 1 minute. Serve over hot noodles. 6 to 8 servings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOODLES: Drop 8 ounces uncooked noodles into 6 cups rapidly boiling salted water (4 teaspoons salt). Heat to rapid boiling. Cook, stirring constantly, 3 minutes. Cover tightly. Remove from heat and let stand 10 minutes; drain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do-ahead Tip: Hungarian Goulash can be covered and frozen no longer than 4 months. Cover and heat frozen goulash and 1/2 cup water over medium-low heat, turning occasionally, until hot and bubbly, about 30 minutes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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;I loved it the last time I had it in a western restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-755360225871235645?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/755360225871235645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=755360225871235645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/755360225871235645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/755360225871235645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-gotten-time-to-remind-myself-to.html' title='To goulash or not to goulash'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-9180835646629370173</id><published>2008-08-11T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:58:03.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some people just don't get things very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything has to be told crystal clear for you to understand. Analyse it for yourself. If you really can't get the hidden message behind something someone told you, then only ask PROPERLY. Not everything can just be told to everyone openly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would just start throwing temper for nothing. There must be something to set it off. There is NOTHING that I would just simply do for no reason. I would only invoke serious issues for a reason because I would not raise serious issues without considering the consequences. Every action I carry out is accountable to the reason, reaction and the consequence that follows. So next time, bloody ask and understand the situation before you even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt; of questioning it. You don't know the turn of events or the situations to be saying ridiculous and possibly the most infuriating things to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're using a certain person's name as a personal attack on me, well, I've got news. I'm making this very personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can forgive all the other issues. But that is one issue I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL NOT&lt;/span&gt; overlook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-9180835646629370173?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/9180835646629370173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=9180835646629370173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/9180835646629370173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/9180835646629370173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-people-just-dont-get-things-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-8250839065162029060</id><published>2008-08-08T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:18:08.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been getting weird feelings inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a blog just to throw it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not here and no, you all can't read or access it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shall become my private journal now since it's no longer in use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-8250839065162029060?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/8250839065162029060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=8250839065162029060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8250839065162029060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/8250839065162029060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-getting-weird-feelings-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-4357196442646734506</id><published>2008-08-08T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:15:29.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless without my horn...and I'm not a viking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so darn useless without my horn these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the person who fixed my bumper either forgot to plug it back or failed to plug it back properly or it was damaged during the accident (read previous previous previous post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these days, I seem to be in a rush more than normal going to get errands done and so forth. And it also so happen these days irritatingly slow drivers all suddenly spring out from the ground and block the road in front of me or tend to cut my queue at a very dangerous distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this happening and I can press on the center area of my steering wheel. There's just no sound coming out from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all days, today was the worse as I was rushing around to get my project completed for college. At the most crucial hour where I need to compile everything and print, I left my storyboard all the way back home. Along my way rushing back and forth, so many drivers made it their point to irritate me further as I was already bubbling inside with frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and early tomorrow morning I'm going to bang at my local workshop's grill and have him open to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my horn back. I miss my horn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-4357196442646734506?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/4357196442646734506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=4357196442646734506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4357196442646734506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/4357196442646734506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/useless-without-my-hornand-im-not.html' title='Useless without my horn...and I&apos;m not a viking'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-5110636729631882356</id><published>2008-08-07T16:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:22:44.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretenders</title><content type='html'>I hate pretentious people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who acts in a certain way when they're around some people or people of the opposite sex and,when you turn your back,they act back the way they were. Two-faced jackasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people act all goody-goody when they're out with friends or people of the opposite sex. They try to show their good side or pretend to be someone they're not totally. But when they're around very familiar people, they act WAYYYY different. They act the way they usually are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this problem is not just for guys who try to pick up girls or show girls that they're some sort of "gentlemen" (when in truth they're not) but this problem can also fall on girls. Yes, I also know someone who's like that. Different from the way I see her and the way her friends see her.(NOT someone you may be thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really bullshit. It's okay if you just want to be slightly polite or try to be better from who you usually are. But a full 180degrees change?? Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people like you, they'll like you for whatever your attitude and personality may be. But if they don't when you show them who you really are, then it's obvious you need a personality change. And if you do change, you change and you show EVERYONE that your attitude had changed for everyone. Not just for particular someones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some people who don't know another person well, don't go pretend and lie to yourself that you know them well to say things that only friends do. You really don't. So observe the formality and stop pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who felt something, I DON'T CARE if you don't talk to me after this. I just need to get this off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do hate pretenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a pretender, always will be a pretender. And you'll never know who you really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-5110636729631882356?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/5110636729631882356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=5110636729631882356&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/5110636729631882356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/5110636729631882356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/pretenders.html' title='Pretenders'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15515459.post-1964305607190483484</id><published>2008-08-06T15:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:23:30.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage</title><content type='html'>I have a rage. I'm not denying it. Don't make me angry. You won't like me when I'm angry. And when I'm angry I become this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231302011895929650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SJlRdpPX2zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/197aPFOYJRE/s400/hulk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All green and big and half naked. Nah, I'm just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But seriously, I have a temper. And quite a bad one if provoked. For those who just knew me not long, this is an early warning from me. I don't want someone to "accidentally" get killed without knowing why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A lot of you have seen me being around you, all smiling and laughing and cracking lame jokes&lt;/span&gt; (I know they're lame. Leave me alone.) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have quite a high tolerance point&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(perasan)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in which I can stand and overlook a lot of things if they're not personal. Even if someone's just plain irritating, at most I will just ignore you. And I can stand criticism towards me but you'll have to justify your criticism as well. I can be friends with a lot of people easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there comes a time when there are people who just &lt;strong&gt;HAD&lt;/strong&gt; to cross that border. To a point past my tolerance. When that point comes, I'll commit the sin of wrath. Only a certain amount of people had actually seen me in rage. When I'm in rage mode, I lose all feelings of pain, rationale and compassion. I can break the bones in my fist if it means breaking that person's face &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in the case of a female, I'll hit something nearby just as hard. Someone has seen it.)&lt;/span&gt; And I won't feel any pain until I've cooled down enough to realise it. But before that, all hell had broken loose. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, I'm crazy when I'm raging mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's also the thing about making friends. Sure I can see someone for the first time and quickly become friends with you. But if that person abuses my "friendly" nature, the same fate comes upon them but not in the form of rage. More to just anger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who see me all joyful and joking around, but still choose to cross my path, my friend Erwin will be more than happy to fulfill his promise to me by sending some of his Indian guys to send anyone who offends me back to meet their Father in Heaven. Or maybe hell since they chose to commit suicide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would love to be a friend to everyone. And I can be. Just don't someone take my cheerful, light-hearted personality for granted by choosing to offend me. I don't offend easily, but if I do, don't be surprised by the consequences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I actually vouched to break someone's head in with the metal rod I have in my car for flirting continuously with someone I loved last time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm...food for thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15515459-1964305607190483484?l=random-bore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/feeds/1964305607190483484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15515459&amp;postID=1964305607190483484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1964305607190483484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15515459/posts/default/1964305607190483484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://random-bore.blogspot.com/2008/08/rage.html' title='Rage'/><author><name>Chris Yuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05763106878865344657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SP0419tw9FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KrUwUFNt7Tk/S220/n905355533_4653034_1857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dw0wd54HEo/SJlRdpPX2zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/197aPFOYJRE/s72-c/hulk.jpg' heig
