<?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-10581737</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:13:02.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily drama</title><subtitle type='html'>Taking life one step at a time.At times it feels so euphoric,it totally freaks me out.Other times it feels like it would've been better if it passes by quickly...But right now I reckon it feels just alright...Just nice...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-114833611485254924</id><published>2006-05-23T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T06:15:14.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre exam post</title><content type='html'>BrRR...it's 6.11 A.M, around 2 hours and 50 mins to my final paper of this trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing else to say for now. Will update later, since I haven't updated for a very very very very long time. Wish me good luck peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-114833611485254924?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/114833611485254924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=114833611485254924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/114833611485254924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/114833611485254924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2006/05/pre-exam-post.html' title='Pre exam post'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-113993794734786875</id><published>2006-02-15T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T01:35:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New post!!!</title><content type='html'>My my, it's been 2 weeks plus since my last post. Melissa's already telling me I've not been updating, so here's updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chinese New Year was normal, as it is every year. However, this year was more fun, thanks to the trips back to Malacca, and also Taiping. Not to mention hordes of relatives and parent's friends coming over, having meals. At the peak of the visits, we had nearly 15 adults in the house, and 3 young babies. When we were back in Gombak, we almost never had visitors. Guess USJ must have some magic pulling power that makes people want to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As happy Chinese New Year was, yet there was a certain feeling that someone is missing from among us at the reunion dinner. She used to be the one bustling around the kitchen, cooking, preparing and doing all other odd stuffs to make sure we have at least 6, 7 dishes to eat at the reunion evening. But now, there's a significant empty void beside grandpa, where grandma used to seat when she was very much alive. This is the 2nd new year we celebrated without her presence, and I suppose deep inside every one of us, she is very much still missed.....&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other stuffs, I've a new toy to play with. *Happy happy*&lt;br /&gt;It's an Ipaq 4150, a Personal Digital Assistant (PDA) which I got 2nd hand for a very good bargain. After toying around with it for nearly 2 weeks, I've concluded that this is a great buy, and as I've mentioned to some people, it did increase my productivity, and help filled those time I would've spent fiddling with my phone or staring into the empty space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0074.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful thing, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0075.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's powered up&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a new great song that I've just discovered. Taken from the OST of the movie Closer staring Jude Law, Natalie Portman, Clive Owen and Julia Roberts, is the song called &lt;a href="http://www.warnerbrosrecords.com/damienrice/"&gt;The blower's daughter&lt;/a&gt; by Damien Rice. Check it out, it's soothing, slow and great to listen to! The movie is also worth watching, but of course, it's not here in Malaysia. I suppose you guys might have some idea on where to get it... *wink*&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally purchased the dumb bells I wanted to, long long time ago. Now to get myself motivated to use them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0078.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why they're called DUMB bells?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0077.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting slow, starting light.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Valentine's day was yesterday, and I suppose it's quite a must for most couples to at least do something during that day. So I went and got a platinum and diamond necklace for my dear, and a bouquet of 24 roses. In return, I received a cute self made card and a ring.&lt;br /&gt;However, instead of conventional gold or silver ring, I got a stainless steel ring instead! I guess the idea of a steel ring is quite cool, although I doubt it's caught on with the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0070.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Starbucks today when I saw the &lt;a href="http://www.cancer.org.my/about.htm"&gt;National Cancer Society Malaysia(NCSM)&lt;/a&gt; promoting their campaign in a unique way, using dog tags!(To those who don't know, dog tags are not tags worn by dogs, but tags worn by army personnels which contains their personal information). I find them rather irresistible, and plus all proceeds goes to donation, so I got myself one for RM 12.00. Money quite well spent, since it's after all for donation.&lt;br /&gt;On the tag is written getEducated, and I guess it's pretty clear that we should educate ourselves about cancer to perhaps help prevent it from happening to ourselves, or help the ones that we know that is in potential of having them or actually have cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0073.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-113993794734786875?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113993794734786875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=113993794734786875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113993794734786875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113993794734786875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-post.html' title='New post!!!'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-113812912839856234</id><published>2006-01-25T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T02:58:48.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st meme.</title><content type='html'>I got tagged. I think this is how it works. I'm supposed to answer the Qs. Then I'm supposed to tag someone else. Here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4 jobs you've had in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mum's kitchen helper (When i was like, 8 or 9. I got paid ok?)&lt;br /&gt;2. A barista with Gloria Jeans Coffee (best time of my life).&lt;br /&gt;3. A part-timer with Multimedia Development Corporation, as liason officer in The Great Malaysian Job Hunt (sounds glamorous, but what I really was was a information counter personnel)&lt;br /&gt;4. A student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4 movies you could watch over and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LOTR: ROTK (My favourite)&lt;br /&gt;2. Black Hawk Down (I adore war movies)&lt;br /&gt;3. Saving Private Ryan (See? I told you)&lt;br /&gt;4. Band of Brothers (Well, it is between Movies and TV shows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4 TV shows you love(d) to watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lost (Evangeline Lilly is Sooooo cute)&lt;br /&gt;2. MTV Pimp My Ride (I want them to  pimp me ride too)&lt;br /&gt;3. I bet you will&lt;br /&gt;4. Ripley's believe it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4 places you've lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tmn Ehsan, Kepong (till I was 3)&lt;br /&gt;2. Taman Sri Gombak (the ghetto, where my heart is)&lt;br /&gt;3. Cyberia, Cyberjaya&lt;br /&gt;4. USJ 3, Subang Jaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4 places you've been on vacation to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kuching&lt;br /&gt;2. Hatyai, Thailand&lt;br /&gt;3. Penang&lt;br /&gt;4. Genting Highland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4 places you would rather be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Back in Cyberjaya, by my sweetheart's side&lt;br /&gt;2. Somewhere where there's broadband&lt;br /&gt;3. At a cyber cafe, gaming&lt;br /&gt;4. At San Francisco Coffee, chilling with a cuppa cappucino &amp; a turkey ham sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4 of your favourite food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The food at Chef &amp; Brew (sob...they moved)&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate mud cake (Secret recipe's)&lt;br /&gt;3. Hainanese Chicken Rice&lt;br /&gt;4. Dim Sum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4 websites you visit daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net"&gt;Forum.lowyat.net&lt;/a&gt; (I work there :D)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.gmail.com"&gt;Gmail &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my"&gt;The Star online &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="www.kennysia.com"&gt;Kennysia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 tagged&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://timun-timun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sim &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://herbaltree.blogspot.com"&gt;Stephanie &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://posessed-soul.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marlene &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://superwonder.blogsome.com/"&gt;Sharil &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-113812912839856234?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113812912839856234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=113812912839856234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113812912839856234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113812912839856234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-1st-meme.html' title='My 1st meme.'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-113654898327872115</id><published>2006-01-06T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T20:14:53.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random bits and pictures</title><content type='html'>1st and foremost, Happy New Year people. I know I'm like...6 days late but I hadn't had the chance to post before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final's drawing near, so to alleviate some of the stress off, here's random pictures. (Concerning my life, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures from Sarawak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is way overdue, so I'm gonna select just several pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0069.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle for the Governer by the bank of the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0068.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisment...it reachs out everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0097.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big ass Orang Utan. This is 1 Orang Utan you don't want to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0084.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what's the significance of this place, but at the top the view is just magnificent. Anyways, I just like the perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_334.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blowpipe an animal even if my life depends on it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photos from Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the oppurtunity to witness a procession in Penang, called Chingay. Basically they carry huge tall flags, and walk through Penang town. Various lion dances associations also joined in, delighting the crowd with live performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0041.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really tall flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0032.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisment is in Penang too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0034.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0029.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clowns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0028.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the future of transportations my friend. Boat on the land, powered by your legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's constantly either raining or shining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0755.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A tribute to my Gombak friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For making my teenagehood a great one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/13-AllofusSmall.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meal in Chef &amp;amp; Brew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Image2275.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail the king and the queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/5-JustperfectSmall.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navin proudly showing off his present that marks his freedom to wear what he wants, as he turns 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/2-Werestilleating.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiracial raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/4-Melissaandhercameraphonephotograp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa now has a proper camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, friends in MMU mattered a lot to me to. Here's 2 of them that made my young adult life a great one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0054.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget this one too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_4151.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a picture of the person who mattered the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0076.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-113654898327872115?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113654898327872115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=113654898327872115' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113654898327872115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113654898327872115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-bits-and-pictures.html' title='Random bits and pictures'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-113560337345258591</id><published>2005-12-26T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T21:22:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting pot of old and new</title><content type='html'>So says the tagline to promote Pulau Pinang, or Penang Island as known in English. I couldn't agree more. Being a city boy who grew up, of course in the city, and having visited places less developed like..err...Sarawak(?) (No offence to Sarawak people, it's just direct comparison), I'll say that the tagline hits Penang direct on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st time, I had the oppurtunity to open my eyes and sense to the beauty and wonders of Penang, and of course to the less beautiful side of it. Previous visits has been a haze, although I do have a picture of me somewhere around the age of 4 or 5 in a snake temple, where there used to be abundant of snakes. My last visits several years ago was a memory of a whole bunch of people, standing around an enclosed area, trying to get a glimpse of what could be a snake. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's my observation of Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People honk there...like mad. If you're slow, you get honked. If you don't immediately put the pedal to the metal when the light turns green, you get honked. If you're trying to decide which lane to go because your number plate starts with "W", you get honked. If you...bla bla bla...you get the idea. Ironically, my aunty in another car who's a resident of Penang and drives a car with a plate number starting with P never got honked, although she committed some pretty serious crimes driving around. Talk about statism. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The roads are tight, and more often than not 1 laned. Thus, you're always side by side with a motorcyclist. And the problem is, they tend to drift to the middle of the road. And when they do, you need to swerve further to the other side of the road to avoid the motorcyclist when you're overtaking him/her. And when that happens, you put yourself in the risk of being banged head-on by the oncoming car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The toilets are clean. Real clean. Heck, even a public toilet at a wet market was clean. Now what does that tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There's loads of temples there. 1 here, another 1 there, famous temples everywhere. Temples with statues higher than KLCC (fine fine..I'm exaggerating). But they're handsomely and finely built, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The beggars there are really proactive. Heck, they don't wait for you to throw money into their cup. They come and ask you for it. Some are really really persistant. Now that's the spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cemeteries are everywhere. Well, not really, but when they're there, they stretch for miles and miles and miles..(fine fine..I'm exaggerating again). But hey, I guess I'm not that used to seeing cemeteries just right beside the road you're using (except in Malacca, that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Needless to say, food is available literally at almost every corner of the road. You've just gotta worry if you've got money to pay for it, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang's cool, and I think I've added some kilos. A quick check at Carrefour on one of the scales indicated that I'm at the weight I was several months ago. But then again I've not been very conscious about my weight fluctuation. What I know is that I've been eating, and eating, and eating while I was there. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-113560337345258591?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113560337345258591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=113560337345258591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113560337345258591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113560337345258591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/12/melting-pot-of-old-and-new.html' title='Melting pot of old and new'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-113527150109109373</id><published>2005-12-23T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:11:41.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>To everyone! &amp;amp; Happy Holidays!(1 day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There..my shortest post ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-113527150109109373?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113527150109109373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=113527150109109373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113527150109109373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113527150109109373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-113492963261569028</id><published>2005-12-19T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T02:38:59.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifices &amp; healthy diet</title><content type='html'>There are times that you'd feel compelled to sacrifice things you really want, just for the sake of a loved one, just to see a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've begin my healthy eating campaign. I'm trying to shed some pounds, eat healthly food and exercise, all at 1 go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve that, my diet now consists of less carbo &amp; fat,  and a winter worth supply of nuts, dried fruits, raisins, oats, lean meat,fruits &amp;amp; granola bars. And owh, not to mention my 1st issue of Men's Health, and possibly many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how far I can take this, and what I can achieve at the end of 3 months period. Wish me luck guys!&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another sombre note, &lt;a href="http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/11/mouth-watering-review.html"&gt;Chef &amp;amp; Brew&lt;/a&gt; is officially out of business in Putrajaya, no thanks to the people there who eats fast food like a religion, even though you pay the same price...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...it's gone, to a better place, where it's no longer suffering from lack of business. Well actually, it has moved to Damansara Heights, and God knows where that is, but so God help me I shall hunt it down again, and I'll have good food again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woops...I'm supposed to be on a healthy diet......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-113492963261569028?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113492963261569028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=113492963261569028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113492963261569028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113492963261569028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/12/sacrifices-healthy-diet.html' title='Sacrifices &amp; healthy diet'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-113476111180824655</id><published>2005-12-17T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T03:25:11.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breather</title><content type='html'>Thank God for some of those. The past week has been dreadfully busy, and I've barely time to chill. Not to mention neglecting a pal who constantly has to be content with my "I'm sorry babe, I'm busy" message (yes, that's for you Melissa :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is literally full with CCIP (Cross Cultural Integration Program), one of the biggest program I've attempted to direct, with currently 30+ main committees and counting, somewhere around another 40 sub-committees newly recruited, and God knows how many working committees.By the time I'm done, Shawn's (CCIP main director) gonna have a bad time getting funds for an appreciation dinner. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, finally 3 years after dreaming of reliving Converse (a program with a similar objective) in Malacca, it's down to the planning, and later on execution of this massive program, projected to cover FCM Atrium, FOE Foyer, Area near Central Plaza and Central Plaza, with exhibition running continuously for 5 days, 4 different mock weddings being performed lived, live actual celebrations, and many other bereaus contributing extra interesting stuffs such as fashion, games, music, food &amp;amp; language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reservations are only to CCIP's previous not-so-encouraging image, and also MMU Cyberjaya's student for having a "I-don't-care" attitude. From now on I shall pray hard that major promotions and the freshness of this event will help encourage the students to participate, and join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I submitted an assignment, and had my midterms for Advanced Electromagnetic Theory several days ago. It's times like this, that I wonder why I actually burden myself with studying communications, and getting acquainted with EM waves, known to be one of the hardest things to study in engineering, due to it's main attribute that we can't actually see it. Now there's major imagination for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week should be lighter, but with more meetings to attend for CCIP, and the fact that Yuya won't be around from Wed - Sat no thanks to some stupid camp by Yayasan Telekom, sigh...I suppose it won't be such an enjoyable week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my man Barath will be celebrating his 20th birthday, so a bash must be on to welcome him to twenty-hood, and also to celebrate Trev's new job (Hooray!). Not to mention meeting the rest of the gang will be a thrill, all the time. Gombak gang all the way. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has yet volunteered to get me an Atom...Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-113476111180824655?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113476111180824655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=113476111180824655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113476111180824655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113476111180824655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/12/breather.html' title='Breather'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-113429219677026332</id><published>2005-12-11T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T17:11:02.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want...</title><content type='html'>Now if you're a good friend...a really really good friend...and you love me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you can do for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not much..... only RM &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2988.00&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing... the O² Xda Atom *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the perfect epitome of "Kecik kecik cili padi"... power packed applications in a super stylish casing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/AtomSmall.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Atom_Hand.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what's in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Small and Powerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Measuring approximately 58 (W) x 102 (L) x 18.5 (T) mm, and weighing just 140 grams, the XDA Atom is the smallest multimedia PDA-Phone in the market.  This device delivers the best in mobile entertainment, productivity and connectivity. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;O2 MediaPlus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The XDA Atom provides a one-stop multimedia centre with a customisable interface which provides a single access point to all media applications, including FM Radio Tuner, digital camera, Windows Media Player 10 Mobile; as well as photo, music and video libraries. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; The O2 MediaPlus is the only application to provide equalizer settings for playback on Windows Media Player 10 Mobile.  The new equalizer function lets users customise the audio experience to their liking, while built-in stereo speakers offer great sonic fedility. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;An Office in your Pocket&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Windows Mobile 5.0 operating system gives a whole new meaning to the term "mobile office".  Users can launch quickly and easily Microsoft Office programs like Word Mobile, Excel Mobile and the new PowerPoint Viewer, and stay efficient where ever they are,  They can also access Hotmail accounts or POP3 email while in transit, and synchronise contact images or exchange business cards wirelessly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;2.0 Megapixel Camera with a QVGA screen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The XDA Atom sets a new benchmark in product design by being the worlds first PDA-Phone to feature a 2.0 Megapixel camera.  A built-in flash lets users capture pin-sharp photo's and richly detailed videos indoors and outdoors, day and night.  The device's large 2.7" 262K-color QVGA TFT-LCD touch screen displays vivid image playback and documents files in the finest detail. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Great Speed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The XDA Atom offers fast processing capability by sporting a beefy Intel PXA27x Processor at 416MHz.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Rapid Data Synchronisation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ActiveSync application will quickly update calendars, contacts and emails between an XDA Atom and a laptop or PC.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Abundant Memory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128MB Flash ROM and 64MB RAM of onboard memory means users don't have to skimp on applications useage and data storage.  Hardcore multimedia fans can create a library of songs, videos and games with miniSD cards. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Wireless LAN Connection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built-in Wireless LAN lets users hop online at various hotspots quickly, and enjoy fast data transfer and short downloading time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Live on the EDGE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tri-band EDGE phone, the XDA Atom gives users a potential threefold increase in data rates over current GPRS networks to deliver the full potential of mobile internet services. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Data settings for Auto Configuration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Auto Configuration utility, users are automatically connected to pre-configured operator settings in different countries. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Improved Battery Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a standby time of 150 hours and a talk time of up to 5.5 hours, this device provides a good number of hours of entertainment, communication and productivity. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Self Diagnostics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Designed by O2, this new utility walks users through a step-by-step testing process to ensure the XDA Atom is working at optimum condition.  It can help identify a problem or determine if a particular feature is working at its maximum capacity. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Black is Back&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With its glossy piano black finishing and rounded ergonomic curves, the XDA Atom is the latest lifestyle accessory suitable for all business users and consumers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Chat away with O2 SMS Plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;O2 SMS Plus is another O2-exclusive program that gives a one page-summary view of all incoming and outgoing text messages.  Besides keeping track of SMS, it lets users conduct multiple chat sessions with friends via SMS, just like they would with Microsoft Internet Messaging. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O2 Plus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; This O2-exclusive program provides a more convenient way to check out device and applications information.  It helps users manage all running applications on the XDA Atom and displays important information like battery and memory statuses on the home screen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If that doesn't make you want one...I don't know what does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info on the O² Xda Atom, click &lt;a href="http://www.mtekk.com.au/browse/page1126.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-113429219677026332?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113429219677026332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=113429219677026332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113429219677026332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113429219677026332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-want.html' title='I want...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-113299426782190004</id><published>2005-11-26T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T16:40:39.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouth-watering review</title><content type='html'>I've been fortunate enough to have the chance to try out new stuffs yesterday and today, so I'll post up a review for you good food lovers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1. The Fondue House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located in Desa Sri Hartamas, somewhere nearby those famous outlets like Uncle Don &amp; Hartamas Square, The Fondue House is located at the same row of a Proton Showroom. Now you may miss the shop, since it's small and is somewhere in the middle of the row, but you won't miss the Proton showroom. So that's a pretty prominent landmark, if you're looking for the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the verdict. I had cheese &amp;amp; chocolate fondue, both type offered at the Fondue House. For RM 33.90, you can get the seafood set. For a lower price of approx RM 20+, you can get the chicken fillet set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheese came in a cauldron, heated by gelled fire. However, here comes the 1st dissapointment. The seafood platter consists of a piece of those fish &amp; chips like fillet that you can get at supermarkets, cut into small pieces, approx 10 small prawns fried, 2 crabstick cut into halves, some celery &amp;amp; carrots. You also get a basket filled with bread, crackers and some cylinder thin longish crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supply of cheese was ample, so you can dip away. It tastes rather salty, unlike those slices of cheddar cheese you get from supermarkets. Be warned that although the platter can be shared by 2, it'll leave you less than full once you're done eating. I had this sense of emptiness in my stomach, even though I anticipated it to be full later due to the cheese, that did not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next comes the dessert. For RM 19+, you'll be presented with 15 nice looking strawberrys, and another cauldron, this time filled with chocolate. Now the strawberrys are fresh, albeit slightly sour. Dip it into the chocolate, and it's just heavenly. A small plate of crushed groundnut is given, just in case you like your strawberry with chocolate and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slighty dissapointed in the quality of the chocolate though. It is claimed to be dark chocolate, and it looks like dark chocolate BUT DOES NOT taste like dark chocolate. It tastes slightly diluted and sweet. But the thought of having melted chocolate at your disposal is heavenly, and I made sure the cauldron was nearly devoid of it's original content when I was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was good, but sadly I would have to say I probably won't be returning, unless if I have a sudden extreme craving for chocolate or cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2. Sari Indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if people were only more adventurous when it comes to food, those bloody fast food wouldn't be so rich. My point is, for the same price of a set for 2-3 in Pizza Hut can get you much nicer food somewhere. Sari Indah is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located facing the fountain &amp; park in Alamanda, this is a newly opened Minang-Indonesia restaurant. It boasts a rather varied and resonably priced menu, and it's meant to be eaten with rice. Yuya &amp;amp; I had 3 items, the Ayam Bakar, Gulai Cumi &amp; Telur Puyuh Sambal. Now if you're wondering what the hell a cumi is, it's squid. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu was evidently designed for single servings, so ordering 3 or 4 of those dishes would probably be sufficient for a couple. The dishes were served with rice, and tastes great. The Ayam Bakar had a rather different taste, considering it was probably marinated with special sauces before roasted. The other 2 dishes were superb too, so it was really worth it when the whole bill came up to RM 25. That was with the addition of a pineaple juice Yuya had, and the rice was charged RM 1 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about that place would have to be it's decor. The decor and the pricing doesn't seem to go hand in hand, when you have a beautifully decorated place, with great food reasonably priced. The waiter was really friendly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3. Chef &amp; Brew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've wanted to write about this place for ages. Reason being it's my favourite place to eat, with reasonably priced items and superb environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located somewhere around the same area as Sari Indah, directly in front of the fountain and beside Manhattan Fish Shop in Alamanda, it boasts a very simple decor but reflects a rather high level of sophistication &amp;amp; class with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pricing in the menu is at par with restaurants such as Victoria Station, or Cable Car but is slightly lower. However, once you've tasted the food, you'll notice the distinction in the quality. You won't find boring ol Chicken Chop, or Maryland Chicken (Hmm...maybe you can. Don't exactly remember the menu) but a much more unique variation which includes Garlic Chicken, and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu is varied too, boasting westerns, local &amp; several Japanese food. They serve everything, from starters to snacks to various drinks to even Lobsters (priced at around RM 40+, served with your choice of chicken, beef, lamb or fish. - the lobster is however not so big, but filling though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a daily set menu, in which for RM 16.90 you'll get a soup, main course, dessert &amp;amp; coffee/tea. The main course is changed daily, in which you'll have 2 choices to pick from. The dessert can be sometimes a slice of cake, or ice cream. The cakes are superb, and has the potential to rival Secret Recipe's cake, although a lil short on choice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a summary, Chef &amp;amp; Brew has became my favourite place for several reasons. It has great ambience, friendly waiters, and they never skimp on the materials they put in the food. If they charge you RM 10 for their fried rice, it's because it's worth it. Try it, if you don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about ends my review for foodie. Hope it got your mouth watering. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-113299426782190004?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113299426782190004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=113299426782190004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113299426782190004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113299426782190004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/11/mouth-watering-review.html' title='Mouth-watering review'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-113239701178679315</id><published>2005-11-19T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T18:44:47.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to rant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rant No. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've planned to send my laundry since yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time - 2.00 P.M. Laundry closed, for Friday prayers I presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd time - 7.00 P.M. Laundry closed, for dinner I presume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd time - Today, 6.00 P.M. Laundry closed, for whatever sake I have no idea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dirty laundry is still left baking in my car boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rant No. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried getting myself some lunch/dinner after feeding my car. From petronas, I drove to campus in hope of getting a kebab. No luck it seems, shop closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I actually left the campus, drove to the bus station to get myself some Nasi goreng or Nasi ayam. No luck too, they're all closed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, as much as I detest eating at Hassan, you can always depend on them to have food, any time of the day. Be it a snack, or a heavy meal, they're dependable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall go eat, as my stomach is already rumbling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-113239701178679315?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113239701178679315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=113239701178679315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113239701178679315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113239701178679315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-need-to-rant_19.html' title='I need to rant!'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-113129833011460655</id><published>2005-11-07T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T18:47:36.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacationing</title><content type='html'>I've had the pleasure of visiting Sarawak Bumi Kenyalang several days ago, and I'll say I've had a pleasurable journey with some memorable memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall spare you good people of the fine boring details, but instead reveal the facts that I've found rather interesting about Sarawak, &amp;amp; Kuching in particular (since I'm there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've found no Mamak stalls, or restaurants throughout my visit there, even after visiting nearly half of the town on foot. The Indian population there are also scarce. That means no Teh Tarik or Roti Canai for the 3 days I was there. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People there are exceptionally polite, more so in their driving. They have the ability to drive slowly without much cursing, and does not race to beat traffic lights like their counterparts in West Malaysian states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This could be wrong, but Kuching seems to be lacking of hot chicks. However, the tourist guide claims that the kids as a product of mixed marriage between the different ethnics there produces beautiful kids. Perhaps they're all away, enjoying their holiday or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've discovered pepper sweets, but they're in no way superb. Edible, but not superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. They have a Golden Triangle too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The cyber cafes there closes early. And I mean really early. Like 5.00 P.M in the evening. Yikes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There is a row of shops on this street, where every 2 shops apart will be a souvenier shop. That makes it like..gazillions of souvenier shops!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall add more later, if I can think of more. And I'll probably give a daily account of my experience there, especially on the tourist attractions. Pictures will be up when I have broadband connection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-113129833011460655?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113129833011460655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=113129833011460655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113129833011460655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113129833011460655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/11/vacationing_07.html' title='Vacationing'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-113052365558029688</id><published>2005-10-29T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T02:20:55.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I suppose</title><content type='html'>If we were hapy all the time, life's not gonna be fun living anymore. I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, God is fair. And that for all the misery we feel, there's happiness around the corner, waiting to spring out to provide that much needed zest to satisfy us, and to convince that life is, worth living after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, why does some people feel more misery than others? I wonder why too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But IMHO (In my humble opinion), the only way to live a happy life most of the time is to convince yourself that you are living a better life than, someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. If you consider yourself unlucky, and therefore unhappy, think of some much more unluckier people around the world. Perhaps that'll brighten you up a lil. It works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, why am I writing this? Because I'm feeling rather unhappy right now, over some things troubling me. So, I guess you can say I'm just trying to pick myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no one leads a charmed life until the end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-113052365558029688?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113052365558029688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=113052365558029688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113052365558029688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113052365558029688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-suppose.html' title='I suppose'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-113033319098926362</id><published>2005-10-26T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:26:31.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stationary</title><content type='html'>...That freaks the hell out of me, and is enough to give me trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I've remembered about my driving experience, I have banged into stationary things or being banged when I was stationary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes...I've been banged again. At the back, at the same exact sweet spot I was banged 10 months ago. It happened at a U-turn somewhere near Sunway Pyramid, by a hotel taxi driver who was obviously looking everywhere but in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, we argued and he gave me a whole load of shit, stories about Hari Raya coming close and a post dated cheque worth RM 200. I don't know much about cheque, but I sure as hell pray it's not bounced. I understand the festivities is near, but surely he can do better than to bang into someone's car at a near standstill situation. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, my baby is now scarred again, with the bumper grazed and out of position, and the left side brake lights left cracked. Although the damage is minor, my heart was grazed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, drive carefully. Misery and a handful of trouble can be avoided if you play your part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-113033319098926362?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/113033319098926362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=113033319098926362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113033319098926362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/113033319098926362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/10/stationary.html' title='Stationary'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112922429110681013</id><published>2005-10-14T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T01:24:51.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits</title><content type='html'>Do you know that American's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;astronauts&lt;/span&gt; are called astronauts which mean "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Sailor&lt;/span&gt;" and Russian's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kosmonaut&lt;/span&gt; meant "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sailor of the cosmos&lt;/span&gt;". Well I didn't know, just found out today. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naut&lt;/span&gt; is originated from the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naus&lt;/span&gt;, which is actually the greek word for sailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing is, China doesn't know what to call their...err...nauts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was several choices or suggestion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chinanaut, Taikonaut, Yuhangyuan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hangtian-yuan&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious, especially the 2nd term, IMHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taikonaut is actually a merger of 2 words, as you might guess. And no, it's not Taiko + naut. It's actually the combination of Taikong - the Chinese word for outer space and naut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's actually popular, due to it's easy nature to be pronounced among foreigners and it apparently alludes the to terms for the profession coined by existing space powers. However, Chinese officials are not particularly favouring this term, although it might win the wars of the names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taiko&lt;/span&gt;" in Malaysian, as we all know is means big brother, more commonly used for those gang leaders. Hehe...So the literal meaning in Malaysian for "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taikonaut&lt;/span&gt;" is ... big brother sailor? This could possibly lead to some severe confusion among Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what would Malaysian call their future astronaut? "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bolehnaut&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, China was the 1st to make noodles. Wohoo...now we have the Chinese people to thank for our Megi Goreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archaeologists found ...get this, a 4,000 years old boiled strands of noodle covered by a bowl . The noodles are thin, around 0.3 cm, delicate and over 50 cm in length and yellow in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tidbits is for you people who don't read newspapers, or missed those 2 articles. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112922429110681013?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112922429110681013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112922429110681013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112922429110681013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112922429110681013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/10/tidbits.html' title='Tidbits'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112893016293654056</id><published>2005-10-10T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T15:42:42.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate bore</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here without a thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do have a list of things to do, but they involve words like cooking, cleaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, nothing interesting in this post, since I've experienced nothing interesting for the past 1 week I was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, to those who are still oblivious, there's a new radio station in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called... &lt;a href="http://www.fly.fm"&gt;FLY FM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(95.8 - Klang Valley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I told this to someone, the reaction he had was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why would someone call their radio station Fly FM?&lt;/blockquote&gt;If any of you guys have figured the answer, then give yourself a pat in the back. Simple. Because Fly guy started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's the 2nd dual-language station, after Red FM. However, the only time I've heard the BM session is at midnight. Not sure about the timing in the daytime though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about it is the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;50 minutes of non stop music&lt;/span&gt;" &amp; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Less talk, more music&lt;/span&gt;" taglines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they do stick to their promise. The repeats of the songs are less obvious here, there's less advertisment, less talk, and a better mix of song, minus those boring ol 80's songs(I'm so not a big fan of those songs)  you can find over at Mix FM. You're also spared from the avalanche of rap songs that assaults you one after another at Hitz FM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, isn't it time you made the change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112893016293654056?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112893016293654056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112893016293654056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112893016293654056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112893016293654056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/10/ultimate-bore.html' title='Ultimate bore'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112795854178746499</id><published>2005-09-29T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T06:06:52.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think you have the right to...</title><content type='html'>Do as you like on the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it irks me. Was on the LDP yesterday when I saw a Satria GTI speeding unnecessarily, on a busy road during rush hour tailgating other cars and squeezing in small spaces so that he can get 50 meters ahead in a faster time. Just because he has a 1.8 litre engine, with lowered suspensions and exhausts with diameter bigger than my hands does not mean he has the right to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, speeding gets you nowhere, expect to the same place you want to be perhaps a few minutes earlier, and a gas level indicator lower than what you would have if you did not speed. What with the rise of fuel price, aren't those people concerned about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ranting because people like this refuse to think further or deeper than their need for speed. I'm ranting because one of those people who speed unnecessarily has somewhat in my mind murdered my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I don't mind if you kill yourself speeding. But it's when you injure or worse, kill others, that becomes a major crime. People like these have never stop to think about what they're doing could possibly destroy other people's life. What they need, is a real life lesson, to experience it all, and have it happening to their loved ones. I doubt people like this would actually repent even if it happens to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a lighter note, I would appreciate it if anyone who visits my blog who knows me could do this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What do you think about me in 5 words or less.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just curious. :D . It'll help me discover the wonderful people taking time to visit my blog too.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added on 4th Oct, 5.56 A.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just read (or rather, viewed) a very unsettling post over at &lt;a href="http://www.paultan.org/"&gt;Paul Tan's&lt;/a&gt; automobile blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I edited this post, since it rather suits the 1st part of the content of my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is it about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, it's basically pictures of a car accident. Of a Kancil colliding with a bus. The result? Total mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I'll describe some of the pictures here, in case you don't want to check it out. Those gore-loving people, head on to Paul's blog, and look for the post entitled Gory Car Crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Basically the driver was a male, and the 2 passengers were females. One of them was sitting at the co driver's seat, the other behind the co driver's seat. What happened after the accident was the roof of the Kancil was ripped off like a sardine can's top, and together with it the face of passenger at the co-driver's seat. What was where a face once was, is a tangled mass of red. What was more chilling was the fact that the driver survived with minor injuries, and a picture showed him looking over to his friend at the co-driver, only to discover her, literally faceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The unlucky friend sitting at the back of the passenger's seat was also affected. A later photo showed her perfectly intact body, but with newspaper covering the face. No prizes for guessing what happened to her. Perhaps if only she chose to sit behind the driver, she could've lived to tell the tale of the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The fact is, the 3 of them in the car were university students, returning from a wedding. The accident happened when the bus braked, but the car couldn't in time. The fact is, they're just like us. The fact is, we could possibly be in the same position as they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can't even start imagining the horror of the driver to be the sole survivor, to be responsible for the accident, the guilt he'll be carrying from this day onwards, and the trauma faced from looking to your left, and seeing your faceless friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If that doesn't want to make you stop speeding and be more careful on the road, click on the link and look for the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know I wouldn't want to speed anymore.(Not that I always do...). So please, drive carefully and slowly on the road. Speed, as this accident demonstrates really do kill. If you think you car will take the beating in an accident and leave you a survivor, well..think again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112795854178746499?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112795854178746499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112795854178746499' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112795854178746499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112795854178746499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-you-think-you-have-right-to.html' title='Do you think you have the right to...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112766650219614363</id><published>2005-09-26T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:48:13.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it...</title><content type='html'>when this happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 8 hours to my 1st paper for Trimester 1, year 2005/2006, and I'm barely done studying. Translated, that means I'm sleeping at 6, waking up at 8 and going to exam in a semi-zombie state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am I studying now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooo...here I am typing an entry into my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I can't get rid of my all-time habit, studying at the very very last minute. Did that for my finals in high school, for my SPM, for my finals in university...well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends who's reading this post, and have finals, Good luck to y'all. All the best, and may you get the grades you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated at (17.47, 26th Sept) - It's dissapointing, when you had high hopes, and then you fail yourself. You know you can do more, but you didn't, and you can't. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112766650219614363?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112766650219614363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112766650219614363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112766650219614363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112766650219614363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-it.html' title='I hate it...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112714746740530980</id><published>2005-09-20T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T00:31:07.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Years.</title><content type='html'>I've learnt truly staggering lessons throughout those many year I've lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to appreciate the unseen, and to cherish what I have. I've learn that whilst we constantly mumble and grumble for something better, we are already lucky to have what we are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that the world is not as it seems, and to take a look at it from every perspective available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to value life, and how to enjoy it. I've learnt to work with what I have, and to make the best of it for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that the possibility of my future is endless, if I take fitting steps now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the power of love, and how it has reflected my life into a better direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that, I am thankful to be alive, and 21.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112714746740530980?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112714746740530980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112714746740530980' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112714746740530980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112714746740530980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/09/21-years.html' title='21 Years.'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112680708613027863</id><published>2005-09-16T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T17:43:35.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My devotion</title><content type='html'>Towards this project, at this time is unmatched. Perhaps my FYP will require more, but I sure as hell have the experience and know what to expect from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised (as if any of you are waiting), my Audio Mixer pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Sales/IMG_0913.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we started of with, the basic circuit. 1 cross-fader, 3 band equalizers, lotsa voltage followers(the op-amp was ripped off and salvaged for better use), 4 level voltage level indicator and a sad looking speaker(not in the picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we did with RM 200...well nearly. Well,truthfully we wasted like 50% of the money. They were left in a form of lotsa resistors, and capacitors in my toolbox. Joanne &amp;amp; I can boast that we have nearly all the resistors in the range of 10 ohm till 500 K ohm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Sales/IMG_0917.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Sales/IMG_0921.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, part by part review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Sales/IMG_0923.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cross-fader a.k.a BJT common emitter+a trimmer potentiometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Sales/IMG_0924.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pride, the 5 band equalizer, worthy of covering the whole audio spectrum bandwidth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Sales/IMG_0926.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer a.k.a BJT common collector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Sales/IMG_0930.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power amplifier, reputedly produces loads of current and can kill you. How true is it? Don't ask me, I'm still alive typing this. (ok ok...I'm exaggerating.. but the heat sink is still really hot, that I felt I could've died touching it for long...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Sales/IMG_0928.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Power Amp + 6 level Voltage Level Indicator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Sales/IMG_0931.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 last view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? The circuit isn't THAT complicated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, what's with people and rudeness these days? I'm sure the day I meet a genuinely polite Malaysian, I'll fall down and die from shock. Everywhere I turn, people seem to be more content on being impolite, and ruining your day compared to doing their job as required, and make sure you have a pleasant day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a snippet of conversation (well, the whole conversation) I had with the clerk in the Faculty of Engineering office. I was there to ask about filling in the claim form for my Audio Mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me     :Kak, ruang ini siapa kena sign?Lecturer ke?(pointing to a corner that says     &lt;br /&gt;      Head/Director/Dean)&lt;br /&gt;Clerk : Apa yang dia tulis situ? Ada dia tulis lecturer? (in a annoyed tone)&lt;br /&gt;*I think her aim was to make me feel stupider than she is, since she couldn't study for a degree like I am*&lt;br /&gt;Clerk : Kenapa tak tampal? kenapa tak tampal?&lt;br /&gt;*at this moment, I began to wonder what needs to be stuck where*&lt;br /&gt;And finally...she reveals the great mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Clerk : Bawak balik tampal resit kat kertas A4, baru bagi saya (still in that same annoyed tone).&lt;br /&gt;And after all that, I said "Thank you". That's politeness for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the office, feeling damned down. She could've easily explained in less word telling me that I should stick the receipts on A4 papers, and that lecturers are not supposed to sign the form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impoliteness is everywhere. I've ranted about it twice actually, once &lt;a href="http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/09/close-encounters.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and another time &lt;a href="http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/07/weekday-just-gets-longer.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which honestly gets me wondering, where are these friendly and polite Malaysians the politicians are talking about, and the tourists are so fond of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why are we almost always double faced? Why do we take the effort to be extra polite and helpful to those sitting at the higher level of the stairs of hierachy, and totally be as snobbish, and rude as we want to those supposedly at the 'lower' level. Are we not all human, and deserves respect and politeness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I daresay one of the worst position to be, is to be young. Older people thinks you're not worthy of respect, and therefore treats you as they like. How do you suppose you want people to respect you, when you can't give it to them in the 1st place or earn them in the right way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112680708613027863?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112680708613027863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112680708613027863' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112680708613027863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112680708613027863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-devotion.html' title='My devotion'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112654850887097513</id><published>2005-09-13T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T02:15:35.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfying</title><content type='html'>It sure is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 weeks. Nearly RM 200 total in cash. An average of 20+ hours in lab per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all boils down to the final demo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the word "Good" and "No noise" is as good as any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so satisfying. Despite the stress, anxiety, the huge amount of effort &amp;amp; sweat (literally, when the circuit fails to work) etc etc experienced throughout the 13 weeks journey, it's just worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience and things learnt can never ever be learnt in class. Superb challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:I wanted to take a picture of the circuit to show it's complicatedness (for bragging rights - although it's actually rather simple), but I discovered the batteries are missing from my camera. Maybe later la.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, I know things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just aren't the way it used to be. I know most of all, I've changed. I'm not the same man you fell in love with nearly 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that just totally sucks. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I know I'm wrong, and I try to correct it. Somehow, sometimes, it just stays wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not what you desire. And it is not what you deserve either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/holding_hands.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:That's not really our hands. You knew that, didn't you? Duh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112654850887097513?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112654850887097513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112654850887097513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112654850887097513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112654850887097513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/09/satisfying.html' title='Satisfying'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112646429499922020</id><published>2005-09-12T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T02:44:55.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatively short</title><content type='html'>Yes it is. The post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell the familiar smell of smoke. As I look outside, Cyberjaya seems to be once again shrouded in a blanket of choking disgusting polluted air. Makes me wonder if it's the haze making a comeback, or just those fire-trigger-happy Indonesians burning Cyberjaya away. Perhaps the haze would be bad enough, and Wednesday would be a holiday again. That'll postpone my stress, since presentation for mini project is due on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini project. AHh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several people I know posted about it in their blog. I don't want to be left behind. This relatively simple but large circuit spanning 5 breadboards will finally be tested tomorrow, and then the demo session which either break or make my grade for this subject for this trimester. I'm praying, and hoping that my baby will sing well in due time, and perform as it is designed to be. Photos of the circuit will be posted later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112646429499922020?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112646429499922020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112646429499922020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112646429499922020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112646429499922020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/09/relatively-short.html' title='Relatively short'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112584766918748824</id><published>2005-09-04T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:02:17.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Katrina</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how many of us know the extent of the damage Hurricane Katrina brought on, but the results of it on New Orleans &amp; Missisippi is devastating. However, it's suprising to know that the devastation is mostly not brought on by the storm, but by the actions of man themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane Katrina began as a very low pressure weather system, which strengthened to become a tropical storm and eventually a hurricane as it moved west and neared the Florida coast on the evening of 25 August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; After crossing southern Florida - where it left some 100,000 homes without power - it strengthened further before veering inland towards Louisiana, eventually making landfall at Grand Isle, approximately 90km south of New Orleans, at 10am local time on 29 August. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; At this point, Katrina's sustained wind speed was approximately 200 km/h. The storm passed directly through New Orleans, destroying many lighter buildings and causing extensive damage to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/americas/05/katrina/html/default.stm"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Devastation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What happens when it hit New Orleans is that it caused several levees around the town to break, allowing tons of water to flow into the lower-than-sea-level town, flooding 80% of the town. As a result, thousands of people were left homeless, a state of havoc developed and laws were not enforced strongly enough. Shops were looted, and people were getting raped and killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;An estimated 50,000-100,000 people were left stranded in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina swept through.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These were people who either chose to stay or were unable to flee along with the 400,000 city residents who left as the storm advanced. Evacuation however, was not done swiftly enough, and people crowded to the Superdome, the main stadium for temporary shelter. At the New Orleans' Superdome stadium, refugees describe piles of faeces, knee-high, after the toilets overflowed and people were forced to relieve themselves on staircases.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At least seven bodies are scattered outside the city's convention centre. For days they have been without adequate electricity, sanitation, or food supplies waiting to be taken from what many describe as a scene from hell. All who have been inside the Superdome speak of the pervading stench of human waste. And the slow evacuation has only contributed to tensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Words itself are not sufficient to describe the situation there. Attached below are scenes of devastation in New Orleans due to Hurricane Katrina &amp; broken levees protecting the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/67.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of the devastation of the hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/34.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Superdome, where thousands stayed in less than humane conditionss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/77.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flooded Superdome. Even so, people still wade through waist deep water to seek shelter there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/48.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tightened security around the town due to looting, rape and killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/37.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/99.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranded people at their rooftops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/route10_sat_600.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Route 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/dillard_sat_600.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillard University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/9.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one of the most chilling image of all,dead people floating in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The issue in this disaster was mainly on the reason of the delay in assistance, and the lack of attention to the disaster when it all began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The racial issue, seeing that most of the victims are African American and poor seemed to be one of the main answers to the question above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quoted from &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/9/3/worldupdates/2005-09-03T123644Z_01_NOOTR_RTRJONC_0_-214878-1&amp;amp;sec=Worldupdates"&gt;The Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; Despite the stepped-up government relief efforts, questions and criticism lingered over why it took days to arrive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; With many of the victims being poor and black, the disaster underscored the lingering racial and class divide in the U.S. South and across the country. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, Malaysia sure has its own flood, but nothing beats this one. At the time of writing, the rescue effort has been stepped up tremendously, and people are being continuously evacuated from the affected area to properly managed disaster relief area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Main source:&lt;br /&gt;1. www.bbc.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;2. www.thestar.com.my&lt;br /&gt;3. www.cnn.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/10581737-112584766918748824?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112584766918748824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112584766918748824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112584766918748824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112584766918748824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurricane-katrina.html' title='Hurricane Katrina'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112572975533230428</id><published>2005-09-03T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T14:45:24.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Encounters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1. With the rude kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Petronas in Cyberjaya with Yuya yesterday, pumping air into her Kancil's tyres when a 50+ year old man in a Mercedes pulled up beside us, waiting for his turn with the hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about the air hose. For those who have experienced it, you'll know that it's been designed to automatically roll back after usage. That's ingenious, considering the fact that most people who use the normal hose did not bother to put it back properly, resulting in it being lying entangled dirty on the floor. HOWEVER, the designer did not consider the fact that they've made it difficult to pull those hoses to your respective tyres, and trust me, if you accidentally let it go, it will roll back into the pump with such ferocity it'll bound to hit the pump with a loud clang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I finished pumping the air, I slowly released the hose back into the pump. Perhaps, due to my sleepiness (I was up all night before to do my assignment), I accidentally released it the last 1 meter before it entered the pump. No problem rite? However, the impatient old dude was standing there waiting, and was shocked because the head of the hose nearly hit his hand because he was impatiently waiting for his turn and has already wanting to reach for it before I could even put it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the real story.This is an excerpt of my conversation with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gan: Owh, sorry sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Old dude: Apa sorry²??? (Angry face-hand extended as if he wanted to give me a slap). Kalau saya buat kat awak awak suka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gan: Sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Old dude: (Proceeds to act as if he's going to pull the hose out as if to do the same thing to me). Sorry sorry!(went on being pissed to me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I can't exactly remembered what he said. But I kept apologizing, and he keeps thinking I did it deliberately to hurt him. Now how silly is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, Yuya was about to jump out of the car, possibly prolonging the argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I was too sleepy, but I sure as hell did the right thing. I apologize with the best B.M I have, just to annoy him. You know how you can't fight anger with anger, you'll probably make them happier. So I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gan: Saya meminta maaf dengan ikhlas, ok? Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Old dude: (Ashamed) *Quiet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left after that, with Yuya ranting all the way back to Cyberia about that old dude, cursing him on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That incident got me thinking quite a bit. Usually, it'll be the other way round. A young man starting an argument with an old man. But in this situation, I've shown more matureness than a 50 year old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the issue of the LRT advert, where they showcased a Malay man being selfish and impolite, not wanting to give his seat to others. The uproar by the MPs then was that Malays are polite, and they do not act like that. But in my life, I've had the 'pleasure' of seeing 2 incidents where 2 different Malay man was involved, being as impolite as life could allow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them was at the Identification Card making facilities, where a man deliberately shouted "Fuck" as long as he can, repeatedly, at an old lady. Why? because he was going against the flow of a huge number of people lining to get a number, and was pissed because he got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd incident was yesterday, where that old man nearly slapped me, and did not accept my sincere apology.Probably, he feels big driving the Mercedes compared to our Kancil. Probably, he feels superior because he's older, and therefore has the right to 'attempt' to hit anyone. Probably, he's just looking for a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politeness is a general thing. I don't believe it's supposed to associated with race, just the way you're brought up. Judging by the MP's comment about Malay's main trait being polite, you'd think that other races are rude as hell. If you mum taught you not to curse at others, and accept people's apology, that's how you're going to grow up to be. That's politeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. With my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove all the way back to USJ today, just to find out that my parents are away for the weekend. After calling them, I realised there was a miscommunication where they thought I'd be coming back next week, when I'm positive I've told them I'm coming back this week. They left a few hours earlier before I came back. As a result, I'm back here typing this entry spending the weekend alone in Cyberjaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3. With road debris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to and back from USJ, I found 3 road kills (Eww - accidentally ran over one), 2 packet of huge rubbish strewn across 3 lanes on the highway, and a plank with nails driven into them. I avoided them all, just to look back and see a Kenari driving over the plank with nails. Hopefully his tires were not punctured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112572975533230428?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112572975533230428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112572975533230428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112572975533230428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112572975533230428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/09/close-encounters.html' title='Close Encounters'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112557648226376105</id><published>2005-09-01T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:14:04.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivid...</title><content type='html'>The memory of the incident. That's what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly a week of traumatic events, which leads to it being forever etched in a corner of my memory, strong, and never fading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condolences to the foreign student who passed away in Cyberia early 31st August morning. I have no real fact about his cause of death, but it is rumored to be due to him being drunk which led to the fall of his death. What I know is it's not a peaceful death, since the silence of the early morning was broken by wails of siren originating from ambulance, and perhaps, police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sickening to see people treating life so carelessly. And somewhere half a world away, his family will be informed of this horrible news, and to have their lifes disturbed for their normal routine, and to suffer in a sense of sadness and anger that they probably have never experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...I've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not blogged about this in this blog before, but it's over at my other blog. What's it about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some careless biker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in October 2004, my family's Saturday evening shopping at Ikea abruptedly ended when we received a phone call from my aunty, crying saying that grandma's in hospital from an accident. The journey to the KL General Hospital was harrowing, since my dad drove really fast and we nearly ended in the emergency ward ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, we discovered the whole family there, together with my grandpa who was slightly injured from the mishap. They were having their peaceful evening walk, when my grandpa soon found out that he'll be continuing his life alone from that night onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, the doctors could not do anything. The damage was done, and the old age has taken it's toll on my grandma's bone. They were shattered. Grandma was wheeled out from the emergency room, the bedsheet she was lying on soaked red with blood, into the mortuary. The rest of the night was a blurry mixture of making police report, returning to the crime scene and trying to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the body was released from the mortuary. The place was miserable, with an air of sadness, anguish, regret and other related feelings mixed together. After the body was finally released, a convoy of several cars and the mortuary van speeded it's way back to Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to customs, the body must be displayed for a total of odd numbered days. My family decided grandma should be allowed to be seen 1 last time for 5 days before the burial was to take place. What agonising 5 days it was, with prayers that moved your hearts till you'll cry, sleep punctuated with nightmares, days filled with no other activity but to ensure that the glass layer below the coffin is not totally fogged from the air-conditioning (to keep the body from rotting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the 5th day arrived. The number of prayers we had up to that point was reaching an agonising level. Being the eldest grandchild of the family, I was given the honor to customarily nail the coffin shut. After pounding in a total of 6 nails, I returned to my spot in the procession, in the front of it with the sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked for a certain distance, catching the whole town's attention. After that, we boarded a bus and headed to the final destination, literally for grandma that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cemetery was peaceful, and there was palm oil trees and graves as far as the eyes can see. That is where grandma was laid to rest, free of her agony and sudden death. What follows after that day was more prayers, in which one lasted the whole day of kneeling and reciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the bad memories stated above, that's not really my point of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I remembered most vividly, is not the events that came after my grandma's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the raw emotions that follows after her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered seeing my uncles cry, when I've actually never seen them pissed or sad throughout my whole life. I remembered seeing my aunty clutching onto my late grandma's clothes, crying her heart out. I remember seeing my grandpa's 1st tear, after being told that grandma's no longer alive. I remember seeing my aunty's husband, which has no relation whatsoever with my grandma but has just married into the family not too long ago, cried. I saw the agony in my father's face, trying to put up a strong face in front of us. I remember hearing about my uncle back in my hometown shouting so loud, that the whole neighbourhood heard him. And I saw my brother cry, pitying him for feeling the same exact feeling I felt 10 years ago, when my beloved maternal grandma passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember all that vividly. Just because a biker decides to speed that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, due to guilt he confessed and made a police report. But we never knew what happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the chain of events that followed due to his foolish act I'll never forgive, for derailing our lives, and throwing it off the track. And leaving us all with a distasteful memory, of our loved on dying from an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma was healthy, and she was rather young comparitively. She had no health problems, and she was a loving grandma. Perhaps it's fate, but she clearly does not deserve what had happened to her. She deserves a longer and fruitful life, and perhaps the chance to hold her 1st greatgrandchild. Her mom's still alive, but being senile is oblivious to the cruel fate that was bestowed on her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure your life, and do not do anything to harm it. It may no affect you, since you'll probably be dead, but the agony brought on after that to your family is much more than you can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory, Madam Ong Sau Eng. Passed away on the 27th October, 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112557648226376105?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112557648226376105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112557648226376105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112557648226376105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112557648226376105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/09/vivid.html' title='Vivid...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112532995140726970</id><published>2005-08-29T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T23:48:25.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><content type='html'>Basically, we've all read stories of people pretending to be police to con you out of your (usually) cash. In fact, I've been unfortunate enough to be one of them just a few days ago. Now I won't be elaborating more on my incident, but posted below are several vital information that could save your life or the cash you have in hand, not to mention a lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone claims to be a police, always ask for their Police Identification. They will have a card that states their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;number, rank and name&lt;/span&gt;. If a police that claims to be a police refuses to show his/her card, then be wary of him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the &lt;a href="http://www.rmp.gov.my/"&gt;Royal Malaysia Police website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several types of card colors, which includes &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Blue (higher rank-Inspector &amp; above)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Yellow (Lower ranks-Police &amp; Konstable)&lt;/span&gt;, White (Volunteer police I think) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED (Police who are suspended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of the card is posted below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/kadkuasa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're suspicious, and the so-called-policeman continues to harass you for something you did not do and wants cash, then proceed to get someone to call for the real police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those living in Cyberjaya, there is a Pondok Polis Cyberjaya, situated in Cyberview Lodge (bet you didn't know that. I didn't).&lt;br /&gt;Among the numbers of the policeman you could call for immediate response are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;016-2364810&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 012-6543891&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The numbers above are numbers of 2 policeman I managed to get while in contact with the force. If they are not on duty, I'm sure they will direct you to someone who is. Else, get your friend to rush to the Pondok, where there will be numbers if in case the policemen are not in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the phone number for Dengkil's police station (Cyberjaya's under that police station) would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;03-87686222&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those outside of Cyberjaya, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Rakan Cop(03-21159999)&lt;/span&gt; is the number to call. They are based in K.L, and they will extend your calls and problems to the police in charge of your district. The address &amp; list for the nearest police station to your area can be found from their &lt;a href="http://www.rmp.gov.my/rmp03/030724.htm"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;, at the lower right corner. I would suggest that you find out, and keep it in your phone in case of emergency. It pays to be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Don't bother asking me about my incident. I won't tell, &amp;amp; I'm still trying to forget it, although it sticks out like a sore thumb in my memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112532995140726970?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112532995140726970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112532995140726970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112532995140726970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112532995140726970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-to-do.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112525324787019335</id><published>2005-08-29T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T23:51:19.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memories...</title><content type='html'>Purchased : Somewhere around 10/11th August 2005&lt;br /&gt;Passed away on : 28th August 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably one of the worst thing that can happen other than seeing your closed one passed away is seeing your beloved pets die. And watching your girlfriend cry because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldilocks and Snowball was bought after Blackie and Snowie died several weeks before, and due to some mysterious cause they too succumb to some disease and finally died earlier yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather sad, considering the fact we spent RM 60 on them, and they're cute as hell. Don't believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowball playing dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 of them together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowball yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's left of them now is just a few photos taken a day or 2 after they were bought, and some videos. It's sad...really. We threw away the cage and all, in case leftover viruses do reside and take away the lives of our (possibly) future hamsters, if we're not too traumatised by the death of our hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were left somewhere in Street Mall, so if you see ghosts of a pearlish and a goldish hamster running around, just call them over. They're really friendly, and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;P.S : From now on, you'll have to do a word verification to post a comment. I really don't wanna trouble y'all, but there's just too many advertising stuffs posted on my comment window, which totally irks me. Bear with that extra step to post a comment k, Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112525324787019335?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112525324787019335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112525324787019335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112525324787019335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112525324787019335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-loving-memories.html' title='In loving memories...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112516163073368351</id><published>2005-08-28T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T00:57:59.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyberpartygal's webstore is now open!</title><content type='html'>Many Congrats to my pal, Emily@Cyberpartygal for her opening of her new &lt;a href="http://cyberpartygal.vstore.ca/"&gt;webstore&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now what's great about that store? It has many interesting and great looking stuffs for sale, but for the meantime it mainly has a wide arrays of ladies lingerie which are imported. Basically it's imported brands such as Native Intimates, Necessary Objects, Rampage, Teri and others. Nope, it's not your average Triumph bla bla bla store. And most of the stuffs are unique, so they're one of a kind. No worries about wearing the same lingerie to a function, girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snapshot of the store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site is Malaysian based, and payment can be made through transfer of BCB/Maybank. No hassle of having a PayPal account etc here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stuffs are seriously hot. So go check it out, and feast on the wide arrays of sexy lingeries and other stuffs to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112516163073368351?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112516163073368351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112516163073368351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112516163073368351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112516163073368351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/08/cyberpartygals-webstore-is-now-open.html' title='Cyberpartygal&apos;s webstore is now open!'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112515825188199674</id><published>2005-08-27T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T01:45:05.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquillity</title><content type='html'>Pictures taken when I can't sleep at sunrise.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0763_2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0761_2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cotton Candies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0758_2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0756_2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0755_2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;View from the 11th floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112515825188199674?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112515825188199674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112515825188199674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112515825188199674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112515825188199674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/08/tranquillity.html' title='Tranquillity'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112482227328950425</id><published>2005-08-24T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:39:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savvy vs Myvi...Round 2!</title><content type='html'>Ganaesh was just asking me about the performance of both of these 2 cars, and although I can't give a detailed analysis, I can point you in the way to some articles that might give a clue to which car wins the day, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shockingly enough, the Myvis were trashed when it came to extreme performance. Before any of you start questioning my credibility on this news, click &lt;a href="http://paultan.org/archives/2005/08/23/proton-savvy-and-perodua-myvi-handling/#more-354"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.autoworld.com.my/emzine/review/viewarticle.asp?awReviewId=1928&amp;awCatId=RT.ATC.CAR.MTR"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, &lt;a href="http://www.autocar.co.uk/FirstDrive_Summary.asp?RT=216690"&gt;Autocar&lt;/a&gt; gave Savvy a rather good review. Interesting picks from the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news12px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="news12px"&gt;So is the Savvy just more bad news? It would appear not. The Savvy's unusual lines give it a spunky persona: the flared arches, pronounced shoulder line, and wheel-at-each-corner theme is Renault Clio-ish, but chunkier, and adorned with neat touches such as honeycomb-style rear lamps, stepped front window sills and a bold snout incorporating Bangle-inspired headlamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="news12px"&gt;Proton has moved on from the schoolboy errors of the ergonomically-challenged Gen2. Its seats are properly shaped(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;even the back seat? You've gotta be kidding me&lt;/span&gt;) and its controls logically placed(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I've heard of claims otherwise&lt;/span&gt;), though the fixed steering wheel is rather high for shorter drivers. Build quality has made a step forward as well, but the brittle air-con vents, hard dash plastic and self-winding rear windows remind you of its roots(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;read...plasticky&lt;/span&gt;). Cabin space is surprisingly generous(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;), and a flat load floor can be had with little exertion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="news12px"&gt;It's not perfect, but at least this time Proton is on the right path. (Wow...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="news12px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprising huh? Maybe that'll help boost the sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, another post from Paultan.org with the title &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paultan.org/archives/2005/06/17/an-amusing-usage-for-the-proton-savvy/"&gt;MONSTER TRUCK RACING ASSOCIATION USA PURCHASES PROTON SAVVY&lt;/a&gt; is certainly amusing. You've gotta read it for yourself. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Disclaimer : The post in the blog regarding the Savvy being bought to be crushed is a satire piece. The source is unknown, therefore may or may not be true. However, it's still an interesting read, and judging by the advert in the Astro guidebook, you really do wonder if it's true.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting picks from the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“We are very excited about this new car. The price is right, and the reusability of the car is high. The soft surface of the Savvy will ensure our Monster Trucks ™ will not suffer heavy tyre damage or unwanted punctures during racing. It’s body is the toughest of its class. It will be reused many times in races and I’m sure Malaysians will be proud to have American made Monster Trucks stomping all over it on prime TV.” Mr Frederick Walker(spokesman for the USHRA Monster Trucks) when asked to comment about the purchase.&lt;/blockquote&gt;What's even more bizarre is if you take a look in Astro's guide book, you'll see an advert of a Savvy, with the Monster truck just rolling over it, and that when other cars are smashed to bits, the only damage Savvy sustained was some muddy tyre tracks printed on it's surface. What a way to promote the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="news12px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Myvi has clocked 52,000 booking, but has only delivered 10,000 units. To solve this problem &lt;/span&gt;the company is ramping up production at it’s Rawang plant to 180 units a day from 150 units a day currently and targets 200 units a day by year-end.(Taken from &lt;a href="http://paultan.org/archives/2005/08/21/perodua-revs-up-myvi-production/#more-351"&gt;Paultan.org)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news for you guys still waiting for your units.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112482227328950425?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112482227328950425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112482227328950425' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112482227328950425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112482227328950425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/08/savvy-vs-myviround-2_24.html' title='Savvy vs Myvi...Round 2!'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112482027857556368</id><published>2005-08-24T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T02:54:39.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics SuX0r...</title><content type='html'>I think, I'll just blog about stuffs that interest me from now on. Things about my life probably bores people, but I'll blog about my life if there's anything significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this article from &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/"&gt;The Star&lt;/a&gt; caught my eyes. It's titled &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/8/23/nation/11839099&amp;sec=nation"&gt;Mawi centre of war of words&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, in case any of you don't know, Mawi is the winner of Akademi Fantasia 3, a show where basically popularity reigns above all, and God-knows-how an ex-Nasyid singer is now one of the most popular guy in Malaysia.(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;at least to the Malay community, I guess&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few interesting snippets from the news. UMNO is using him as a weapon to insult the PAS peeps. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;That's what politics is all about...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelantan government to invite &lt;i&gt;Akademi Fantasia 3&lt;/i&gt; winner Asmawi Ani, better known as Mawi, to perform in the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, UMNO takes this as a cue to diss PAS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Akademi Fantasia&lt;/i&gt; sensation Mawi has been drawn into a political dispute, with Umno Youth taking a dig at the PAS-led Kelantan government for inviting the singer to perform there. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;   The movement also criticised PAS Youth for saying it wants to meet Malaysia’s princess of pop Siti Nurhaliza. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; Umno Youth chief Datuk Seri Hishammuddin Hussein said PAS is known as a party that does not support entertainment which it perceives to be unIslamic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   “Previously, we were branded &lt;i&gt;kafir&lt;/i&gt; (infidels) for organising such programmes but now PAS seems to be doing an about-turn.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Guess people in PAS are human after all, and they need entertainment at some point of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Last words by Hishammuddin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Branding PAS as unprincipled, Hishammuddin, who is Education Minister, said voters could see through the party's actions and know they were fishing for votes. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;IMHO (hopefully no harcore PAS peeps read my post), religion should not be mixed with politics, because in many ways, it's just an excuse to fish for votes. The popularity of religion + politics is clearly waning, as observed in the last election. I'm sure that I'll go to BN if I want my country's welfare to be taken care of, and to the temple if I want spiritual guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/10581737-112482027857556368?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112482027857556368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112482027857556368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112482027857556368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112482027857556368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/08/politics-sux0r.html' title='Politics SuX0r...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112440071324407266</id><published>2005-08-19T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T07:34:30.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate showdown!</title><content type='html'>Or is it...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more like Goliath versus David. Or when Theoden and Aragorn and gang versus the Uruk-Hais at Helm's Deep without the Rohirrims...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about Myvi versus Savvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know which one is better looking. But the figure says it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourself people, here are the numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Savvy sales - 300 - 400 units per month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Myvi sales - 10,188 units per month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I was comparing news from 2 different sources, The Star and The Edge Daily. Savvy's headline in The Star was &lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span class="storytext_title"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.star-motoring.com/research/review.asp?file=/editorial/2005/eon0804.html"&gt;"EON to boost Savvy sales, open more service centres"&lt;/a&gt;, while Myvi's headline in The Edge Daily was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theedgedaily.com/cms/content.jsp?id=com.tms.cms.article.Article_245f28a7-cb73c03a-1613b530-2fa66b13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="contentName"&gt;"Perodua’s new model has overtaken Kancil as the best seller".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What actually amused me to blog about this is some lines from both articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Savvy's article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; The response to Savvy had been encouraging and EON (together with Proton Edar Sdn Bhd) targeted to sell 3,000 units of the model per month by the end of the year, EON managing director Syed Hisham Syed Wazir told reporters in Shah Alam yesterday. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Myvi's doing 10K units per month!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; Currently, EON sells 300 to 400 Savvy units a month, but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; “many are on the waiting list”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(waiting?...seriously?)&lt;/span&gt;, according to Hisham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; “Proton will soon increase the production of Savvy to 155 units per day from 150,” he said.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(That's a huge increase..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, their tagline to sell Savvy's overseas is "Think of it as your 1st Lotus". What a shame to Lotus's name. Don't believe me? &lt;a href="http://paultan.org/archives/2005/07/26/jeremy-clarkson-on-the-proton-savvy/"&gt;Check out TopGear's clip about Savvy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's proceed to Myvi's article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="contentBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="contentBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Perusahaan Otomobil Kedua Sdn Bhd’s (Perodua) sale of its latest model, Myvi, has far surpassed its initial expectations and has been selling like hot cakes since its rollout in April.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Hot cakes?More like free hot goreng pisang...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="contentBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A company source says it has sold an average of 10,188 units of the Myvi per month, far exceeding its original monthly target of 4,800 units. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Let's see..target of 4.8k unit, surpassed ..target of 3k units...end of this year...HMm...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="contentBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;He tells FinancialDaily that from April to July 6, Myvi sales have hit   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40,751 units in total &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3,578 in April&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14,451 in May&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20,766 in June&lt;/span&gt; and about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2,000 units this month&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="contentBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It would appear that within the first four months, the company has nearly achieved its whole year target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It would appear Proton’s latest model, Savvy, has not had any significant impact on the sale of Myvi, as seen from the strong demand, which could significantly boost sales of vehicles in the country and Perodua’s market share this year. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Har Har)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="contentBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. The numbers says a million words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I think Savvy's adverts has been pretty negative, what with encouraging people to speed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(KL to Singapore in 30 mins? Who the hell thinks that's funny?)&lt;/span&gt; and it's claim about durability &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(drive around the town blindfolded?)&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess being in the industry longer doesn't really count towards making successful cars. So, that's really bad news. Now here's another article, from The Star too..&lt;a href="http://biz.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/8/18/business/11807513&amp;sec=business"&gt;"Unclear outlook for Proton"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting (devastating) lines from that article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="contentBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report said the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eventual phasing out of Proton's bread-and-butter models&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wira&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perdana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iswara&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(That's right people, can you believe that?) &lt;/span&gt;- would cut out 60% of Proton's existing earnings before interest, tax, depreciation and amortisation and that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proton would lose money on its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEN.2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; as long as its production was below the company's breakeven point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(I guess Gen 2's not that popular...too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sales of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Savvy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; was also struggling for critical mass&lt;/span&gt; and the stockbroking company feels that Proton's earnings for its 2006 financial year would be one of consolidation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With bread-and-butter models holding up profitability and new models facing roll-out problems&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we do not think that financial year 2007 will be a year of growth&lt;/span&gt;, especially if Proton is banking on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="contentBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (replacement model) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(If you're wondering how it looks, &lt;a href="http://paultan.org/archives/2005/06/24/satria-replacement-model-showroom-spyshot/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;..no guarantees it's the final product though.)&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="contentBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;nd its MPV to be new drivers while the &lt;i&gt;GEN.2&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Savvy&lt;/i&gt; are struggling for critical mass,'' said the broker in its report on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broker felt that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the only real catalyst in the stock was the potential entry of Volkswagen or Hyundai as a major shareholder in the company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Then owning a Satria Replacement Model would be like driving your 1st Volkswagen?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also felt that should Volkswagen win the bid, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it might value Proton less than Skoda &lt;/span&gt;. ECM said Skoda has a bigger production volume than Proton and exports a greater percentage of its cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said Proton's lack of export presence, its struggle in the domestic market, weak model pipeline and poor-to-market execution would be a problem for any new investor to sort out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="contentBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's actually quite sad. I didn't mean to criticize, but I think people are getting pissed and bored with Proton. Yep..20 years didn't really contribute much, did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh man...I just found these videos. One is about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=UoZ0zf8FK58"&gt;Kenar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=UoZ0zf8FK58"&gt;i&lt;/a&gt;, and the other is about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=Gi-4ni2vDBk"&gt;Gen 2&lt;/a&gt;. Both on TopGear. You've gotta check this out, especially the one about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=UoZ0zf8FK58"&gt;Kenari&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112440071324407266?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112440071324407266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112440071324407266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112440071324407266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112440071324407266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/08/ultimate-showdown.html' title='The ultimate showdown!'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112439947317220783</id><published>2005-08-19T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T05:50:59.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep...</title><content type='html'>For the last time, I hav gotta refrain from sipping coffee before sleeping. Even if it's just to finish up what's in the cup. Now I'm here wide awake, at 5 A.M in the morning, and lab's 4 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'm awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some interesting facts (possibly useless) about coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Once upon a time, coffee was thought of as a medicine used both as a stimulant and a cure for digestive disorders. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Gotta try it the next time I have stomach ache......Wait..that was once upon a time...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. At one point during the 1700s, coffeehouses served as barber shops and gambling houses as well as places to socialize. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(I can so see it...people arguing over poker drinking espresso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever wonder where the term "coffee break" originated? These coffee breaks began in industry during World War II as employers learned that coffee increased the productivity of their workers.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; (In Malaysia, it has the opposite effect. Productivity just goes down the drain.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In 1909 the first instant coffee       was produced. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Mmm..Nescafe 3 in 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Coffee was once believed by some Christians to be the devil's drink. When Pope Vincent III heard about this he decided to taste it before banishing it...he enjoyed it so much he baptised it, saying "Coffee is so delicious it would be a pity to let the infidels have exclusive use of it." &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(What the...? Devil's drink?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In 1475 a Turkish law was enacted that made it legal for a woman to divorce her husband if he failed to provide her with her daily quota of coffee. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Beyhan!...You do not give me enough coffee as we agreed!...that's it, we're divorcing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Civil War in the United States elevated the popularity of coffee to new heights. Soldiers went to war with coffee beans as a primary ration. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Coffee beans for breakfast, lunch and dinner anyone?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In Italy, espresso is considered       so essential to daily life that the price is regulated by the government. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(That's like rice to us...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Europeans first added chocolate       to their coffee in the 1600's. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Ahh...Mocha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Regular coffee drinkers have about one-third less asthma symptoms than those non-coffee drinkers. So says a Harvard researcher who studied 20,000 people. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(Woah...*drinks more coffee*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually drink coffee, until I got my part time job at Gloria Jean's cafe for 2 months. The rest, they say, is history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112439947317220783?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112439947317220783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112439947317220783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112439947317220783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112439947317220783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/08/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112427097650371581</id><published>2005-08-17T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T17:29:36.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day!</title><content type='html'>Cliche sounding, but what the hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Audio Mixer worked! Wohoo!...2 weeks overdue, but it sings like a baby, and I love it. That's all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes the enhancement stage, and it's a race to make the music sounding even better than ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112427097650371581?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112427097650371581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112427097650371581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112427097650371581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112427097650371581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-beautiful-day.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day!'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112417409730005958</id><published>2005-08-16T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T15:23:44.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60 things that you might want to know about me...</title><content type='html'>If you're curious about me, read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, this still serves as a good reflection for myself...I think it's rather interesting to sit down, and jot down stuffs about what you know about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a very sweet tooth. I can devour loads of sugar containing stuffs (especially chocolates) and not get sick of sugar or sugar high.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm actually a camping freak. Used to camp a lot in high school. And no, it's not your average leisure camp. It's those where you lug your heavy camping bag, walk for miles,cook your food with firewood, sleep out in the open without a tent, and drink river water straight from the source. Now that's hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;3. As of today, I am attached with my special someone for approximately 2 years, 8 months and 16 days.&lt;br /&gt;4. I've never gone clubbing before.(Now there's a good boy for you)&lt;br /&gt;5. I played the organ for 7 years when I was younger. And then I stopped. And then I picked up guitar from my friends. So you can say I have some background in music.&lt;br /&gt;6. My favourite music genre is alternative &amp; rock.&lt;br /&gt;7. My most frequently visited website would be the Lowyat.net forum.&lt;br /&gt;8. I used to have a really bad fashion taste, till Yuya came along. Now I'm a shopping freak.&lt;br /&gt;9. I used to have a really bad hairstyle too, until Yuya took me to the hairdresser in Street Mall. You have gotta go there, the hairdresser is really talented. (And you can get student price too!)&lt;br /&gt;10. I have 1 sibling, and we're 8 years apart.&lt;br /&gt;11. I have an obsession for war themed movies. Gore in war appeals to me.&lt;br /&gt;12. I once tried to fix my own 1 year old PC, resulting in burning major parts of it, which in turn resulted in almost RM 1K worth of changed parts. That was the last time I tried self-repair.&lt;br /&gt;13. I was the Tokoh Pelajar at my high school (Geek?)&lt;br /&gt;14. I always have the hots for petite girls (And I have one now)&lt;br /&gt;15. I never intended to be in Engineering. I was eyeing the biotech field, but there aren't too many places around which offer em, so I took the next best profesional course I can find...Engineering. (and owh, my dad's an engineer too)&lt;br /&gt;16. If anyone asked who my best friend is, I would havta say Paul Tan.&lt;br /&gt;17. My closest friend would be my darling.&lt;br /&gt;18. It's sad, but I only still hang out with a few peeps from my high school (after high school ended). But they're the best kind of friends you can get, so I don't really mind (here's to you guys, Trev, Barath, Melissa, Felicia, Cheryl, Paul, Bryan, Navin)&lt;br /&gt;19. I have 2 pairs of red shoes, both from Adidas.&lt;br /&gt;20. I think highly of Nike, and absolutely love their Dri-Fit Ts.&lt;br /&gt;21. I was a successful breeder of my pets(fishes and hamsters). The fishes went extinct because my huge aquarium cracked, and the hamsters went extinct because I wasn't home to take care of em. The last 2 died of dehydration, since my mom gave em all the food in the world, but no water.&lt;br /&gt;22. I lost a grandma when I was 10, and the other one when I was 20.&lt;br /&gt;23. I'm hopeless in Mandarin and Cantonese. But Hokkien, I can do. For that matter, I speak a mixture of the Northen and Local Hokkien, which I am proud of.&lt;br /&gt;24. I have a lil Thai blood flowing in me.&lt;br /&gt;25. It's been said by several (perhaps not that observant) people that I do not look entirely Chinese (is that true?)&lt;br /&gt;26. I'm a yearbook veteran, since I've been involved in producing em for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;27. I've been using the same mobile number since 2001, and now I'm contemplating to change since Digi is screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;28. My given English name by my parents is Aaron, but I don't want to use it publicly since I'm not a Christian. Besides, Gan is easier to remember.&lt;br /&gt;29. I love driving manual cars, and is a car freak.&lt;br /&gt;30. I'm a spendthrift (pity my parents)&lt;br /&gt;31. I'm a JPA scholar, and is bonded to them for 6 years after graduating.(Well, at least I don't have a loan)&lt;br /&gt;32. I want to pierce my ears, but is putting that on hold since I'm told I don't look good doing that.&lt;br /&gt;33. My closest pals in Uni would probably be Adli, Sharil, Harry and Joanne.(in no special order)&lt;br /&gt;34. My favourite color would havta be orange. (Vibrant yo!)&lt;br /&gt;35. I love swimming, simply because I don't sweat doing that.&lt;br /&gt;36. I fold. Do you? (www.dcmalaysia.net)&lt;br /&gt;37. I used to hate jeans, till I discovered Loose Fit, and then Levi's, and then Boot Cut.&lt;br /&gt;38. I used to write poems, but now I think my mind is numbed by too much Engineering related studies.&lt;br /&gt;39. I'm a self proclaimed hopeless romantic.&lt;br /&gt;40. I love working in the F&amp;amp;B business.&lt;br /&gt;41. My mom had a tough time giving birth to me, resulting in her going to the hospital and back for 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;42. I used to contemplate suicide when I was in my teens, many times.&lt;br /&gt;43. Now that I'm a young adult, I realised that teens are just really really emotional beings.&lt;br /&gt;44. My favourite movie of all time would be the Lord of the Rings trilogy. (I've even read all the 3 books)&lt;br /&gt;45. Shawn Mullin's Lullaby is cool, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;46. I absolutely detest racists.&lt;br /&gt;47. I'm a reasonably good cook, and I cook for my family. I learnt to do that after my grandma passed away.&lt;br /&gt;48. I know that losing someone to an accident is much more worse than losing someone to sickness.&lt;br /&gt;49. I have nice handwriting which is often mistaken for a girl's handwriting. But I used to have terrible handwritings, and was ticked off loads of times by my dad for that.&lt;br /&gt;50. I can't stand Rap and Hip Hop.&lt;br /&gt;51. I love eating at Chef and Brew (Alamanda Putrajaya)&lt;br /&gt;52. I've never eaten beef before. (Due to religious reasons)&lt;br /&gt;53. I collect Coke cans from all over the world (Well, in the process of...)&lt;br /&gt;54. I can't study while listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;55. Can't roll my tongue, and does not have earlobes.&lt;br /&gt;56. I am exceptionally particular about many stuffs, and is a perfectionist in my own ways.&lt;br /&gt;57. I like to do things fast, and that just pisses Yuya off, since she's my opposite. (We cannot cook together, we'll end up arguing)&lt;br /&gt;58. I enjoy Real-Time-Strategy games, but I'm not an avid gamer.&lt;br /&gt;59. I enjoy reading, and when I am, I'll bring the book wherever I go, be it the toilet, to meals, etc².&lt;br /&gt;60. I use Ralph Lauren's Romance for men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of for now. I'll add more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112417409730005958?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112417409730005958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112417409730005958' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112417409730005958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112417409730005958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/08/60-things-that-you-might-want-to-know.html' title='60 things that you might want to know about me...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112403068879818251</id><published>2005-08-14T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:48:50.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ol' memories.</title><content type='html'>While having dinner just a while ago in MaLee in Dengkil, I saw this bright light shining into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No..it's not Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you think it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st try...&lt;br /&gt;2nd try...&lt;br /&gt;3rd try...&lt;br /&gt;Duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNFAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...now you may think I'm childish, but this just brings back a flood of memories, memories of my happy childhood going to these funfairs. The memories of paying a buck, getting a few hoops or a few ping pong balls and tossing em into netted stuffs or trying to get them into the nails, you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, naturally you'd wanna go and check it out, especially if your gf has not seen a fun fair even 3 times in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about fun fairs these days are they're costly. Way costlier than I've ever remembered. RM 3 seems to be the standard price to pay to even try. But then again, choose your game correctly, and you could possible be rewarded with something worth more. Or much² less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, we were walking around checking out the games, and actually most of it is just boring ol' put the balls on certain numbers, add it up and you get a prize. Now what is the fun in that?Yuya tried it anyways, resulting in a supposedly barbie colored pencils spelled BaBey or Babei. God knows.. She also got a crappy coin box, which we found no way to open. So you basically can't put coins in it, lest you never one to see them again unless if you resort to violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I saw an old lady, tossing coins onto a bunch of plates located rather far away from her. The idea is to get the coins to stay in the plates after being tossed, and you'll get a prize. The main attraction is a *gasp* 916 gold chain, obviously what the old lady was aiming for. Boy, you should see the way the lady tossed the coins. I swore she probably has a replica of the game at her home, tossing daily and calculating trajectories, wind conditions and the energy the coin has bouncing here and there. Unfortunately, luck wasn't really on her side, and she ended with a locket (gold or not, I have no idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the highlight of my night was tossing darts at balloons. I was supposed to break 6 of em, but I managed to do that in 2 tries, earning Yuya a Mashimaro soft toy..Not bad la...It's harder than you think, and I think instead of being able to break balloons located all over the boxes, I have a talent of throwing accurately into just 1 box. So there it was, all my darts cluttered in one spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well...memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is coming out this week! Another old memory, from the time I got the book, and all those times I drooled while reading the book. Can't wait for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112403068879818251?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112403068879818251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112403068879818251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112403068879818251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112403068879818251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-ol-memories.html' title='Good ol&apos; memories.'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112368759493811721</id><published>2005-08-10T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:47:40.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved by the haze...</title><content type='html'>...Ironically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was I? It's slowly killing me, that's for sure. My eyes are rather swollen (No! I did not peep at girls) and my tongue's surface feels as if it's being coated with soot all the time. That's really bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But owh well, the terrible terrible haze resulted in 2 days of holiday for all MMU student, and the last time I checked star online, for all students in the Klang Valley too. So Hooray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...everything's good. If the haze wasn't around, my next 2 days will be just 1 Microwave class, and 3 hours of Mini Project lab. Which, I'm just so glad to attend because after 3 hours of toiling today, Joanne and I finally got the bloody thing to work, and troubleshooted the bloody Crossfader which was faulty all the time, causing the whole bloody thing to be muted all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next 4 days will be great. Off to some shopping malls, hanging around, swimming (yeah yeah..I know..no outdoor activities rite?) ........and maybe some studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh..holidays are lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I actually forgot to explain why I was saved by the haze. Well, because of the haze, my difficult Power Systems midterm was postponed, till when I don't know, but I'm sure as hell glad, considering the fact that I was barely prepared a day before the midterms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, at the time of the update, rain came heavily a while ago, and now the sky and air is as clear as can be. Although that meant going back to the normal life tomorrow, it feels good, and I'm glad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112368759493811721?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112368759493811721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112368759493811721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112368759493811721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112368759493811721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/08/saved-by-haze.html' title='Saved by the haze...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112308691432399408</id><published>2005-08-04T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T00:35:14.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every good thing must come to an end...</title><content type='html'>..And by that, I certainly mean my shortlived holiday.Going back to Cyber tomorrow, although I have a few more days left, technically. Well, when you minus the technical part, and add in the part where I will be having my Power Systems mid terms in a week's time, and my Mini Project (as usual), well...that's why I'm home (Cyber :P) bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I've been a busy² man coming back for the hols. For everyone, it was rest n relaxation. For me, it's basically being the errand boy, part maid, part cook, part teacher (to my bro) etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, I don't mind doing that, looking at my parent's tired face coming home from work everyday. After grandma's death, mom's work around the house practically doubled. I thought it'd be nice to take some off of it of her back. And believe me, it's a pretty good feeling. Sometimes, I get this really sad feeling of my parents growing older as days go by. I remembered this one time when I was a kid, and I went down crying to my mom, and told her not to die. Well, everyone dies...and with grandma's cruel death still clearly embedded in my memories, it really makes me sad to think that my parents will someday will not be around too. And as much as I like my freedom and being with my girl in Cyber, I leave with a heavy heart everytime after a long holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah death...I kinda hate those incidents, really. It brings a lot of stress to the family and all. And I particularly hate it when I see tough guys like my uncle and such cries. Sigh...Apparently during my grandma's death, my uncle shouted and cried so hard, his neighbours heard it and came over to see what's wrong. Somehow, deaths are softer when they come naturally, or by sickness. Trust me, you do not want your loved ones to die in an accident. The stress due to it is tremendous. And they make you wait outside the mortuary after the post mortem to collect the body. And then everybody cries again there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a very depressing post isn't it? I find that I can rarely express myself deeply in my blogs, and of course, this is not near to being something deep. I don't bother to put deep thoughts, to come out with metaphors etc etc. Hope whoever who's being reading is still entertained though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112308691432399408?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112308691432399408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112308691432399408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112308691432399408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112308691432399408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/08/every-good-thing-must-come-to-end.html' title='Every good thing must come to an end...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112269386065095758</id><published>2005-07-30T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T11:32:09.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>Enough said. Hope to see you guys, all well and ready to face the torture of the final half of our 1st sem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And owh, save your money and don't bother watching stealth.It may look like it has stunning CGs, but it was potentially fake at times, has a lousy looking lead lady, a corny love story, and very confusing character developments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112269386065095758?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112269386065095758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112269386065095758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112269386065095758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112269386065095758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112230211122577535</id><published>2005-07-25T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T13:06:17.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollections</title><content type='html'>Feeling terrible right now. Got a midterm in 3 more days, and my head can't stop spinning. Thought I'd just post, since I haven't been doing that for several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a collection of the events that had happened since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1. Yuya's house was burgled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A daring burglar came into her house at broad daylight, and carted off her laptop. Somehow, her house was marked by a lighter burnt mark on her grill, and the psycho-maniac actually came back to the house twice after the incident. We managed a description of the suspect, and is in the process of planning a watchout to get him if he comes back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The police, unfortunately was a joke. Before a suspect description was produced, they suspected the housemate. Even after the suspect's description was sent to their station, they did nought. Assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The guard at Cyberia was worse. 3 separate reports were made, but they never made to the supervisor, until when finally we went to see him. His exact words were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't do anything, this is just a report for my keeps&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, if you've reported to the police, you don't really need to report to me...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This was the guy attached to MkLand and is in charge of security here. And guess what? We have 3 different security companies who are all equally ignorant, guarding our beloved Cyberia. However, something good did come out of it. We've gotten contact with the council of home owners in Cyberia, and had actually talked to them, and joined them for a meeting with the rubbishy MkLand management, and fired most of the stuffs we wanted to, to them. What an eye opener at an early Saturday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Credits goes to Mr Wong Ya Ping(A FIT lecturer) Mr Danial, Mr Francis and Miss Tan, for being there, and for taking concern over matters concerning students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You may not know this, but there are thefts all around us, and you're not safe. Lock your doors, and pray you're not the theifs next prey.Look out for Care Club's theft awareness campaign, coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2.My clothes sent to the laundry was lost...somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I guess that's rather self explainable. Somehow, someway, my clothes sent to the Cyberia laundry was lost. Without a trace. The bastards there told me someone mistook my clothes, and they think they've traced it down. Apparently I was supposed to receive a call today about it, but my phone has yet to ring because of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3.Mega Sale is here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes yes, unlike some of the guys out there, I shop. But sadly, I am broke. So although I'm kinda broke, I managed to squeeze some Moolah to get myself a dark faded green C-Union collared T. Love those collared ts, gotta get more of em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So basically that's about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112230211122577535?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112230211122577535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112230211122577535' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112230211122577535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112230211122577535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/07/recollections.html' title='Recollections'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112141941086144745</id><published>2005-07-15T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T17:23:30.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekday just gets longer</title><content type='html'>They sure do. I dread the weekdays nowadays, what with the beginning of the week starting with Mini Project, and also ending with Mini Project. You always end up feeling so stressed up after each session. I believe this feeling can only be related with fellow coursemates. But what to do, for resume, and also for experience. On the brightside, I do learn stuffs. Stuffs like being independent, etc etc. Guess that's what being a real engineer is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days was really pissy. Basically I'm pissed off with the service industry. Why? Let me recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1.&lt;br /&gt;I was exiting Cyberia in my car, and thanks to their "superb" architect, the equipment where I was supposed to beep my card to open the door was fairly unreachable. As I sat there waiting for some kind guard to press a bloody button to open the door, a bloody guard instead came out and ask if my card was working and curtly told me to reverse my car nicely so that I can get it. Now I know that these people are poor people, and the only vehicle they've sat in is a bicycle, but seriously they need to be taught some manners. Fuming, I actually had to get out of my car to flash the card before exiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Maybank to accompany Yuya to open a new account. Apparently, you need to make an appointment nowadays to open an account, at that particular Maybank branch. However, one kind staff says that we can opt to wait, and we will be served after the other customers waiting. Finally, the real bitch in charge came back, and practically nearly forced us to make an appointment. The only reason we weren't forced, is because we said some kinda lady told us we can do it if we waited. The bitch said she had to check her "diary" to see if there's any appointment. They call those things diary? What the hell does she write in it? &lt;blockquote&gt;"Today, I have an appointment with Mr Azman..he's so cute. I so wanna make out with him?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;She persistently told us we're supposed to make an appointment, and then she says she needs to check the diary to see if there's any appointment. But she keeps repeating that, while standing there, without actually going to check the appointment. That's when we guessed she's just a fat lazy bitch, who can't wait to go out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is expectable at government office, but at banks? Aren't we their customers? Who are those banks without us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blergh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, the weekend's here, and I'm looking forward to it. Even so, I'm plagued by the fact I have to complete my lab report so that I can submit it on Monday, and also research on equalizers so that I can actually answer the Qs posed by Mr Faizal on Monday. After the incident with him, I honestly do not want to get on his bad side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112141941086144745?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112141941086144745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112141941086144745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112141941086144745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112141941086144745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/07/weekday-just-gets-longer.html' title='The weekday just gets longer'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112131169220556945</id><published>2005-07-14T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T11:33:51.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos round II</title><content type='html'>Here's more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0490.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pristine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0499.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemons bigger than your fist, I kid you not...Way bigger actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0489.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0488.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0485.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0469.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain's coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0468.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0467.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0465.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gateway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0471.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro..executed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112131169220556945?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112131169220556945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112131169220556945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112131169220556945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112131169220556945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/07/photos-round-ii.html' title='Photos round II'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112123022959820809</id><published>2005-07-13T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T13:15:30.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>As promised, these are some of the better photos that I've taken in Fraser's Hill. I'm not sure if anyone's waiting for it, but here it is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone's interested in getting the original size for their desktop watsoever, just leave me a message here and I'll send em to you. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0563.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0557.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0487.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0458.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0456.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0442.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0435.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0433.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0420.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/IMG_0403.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Took a long time editing and posting em up, so hope you guys enjoy it!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112123022959820809?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112123022959820809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112123022959820809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112123022959820809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112123022959820809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112110187923849078</id><published>2005-07-12T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T01:11:19.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After so long...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while I guess. Y'all who are waiting for my new post to be up (as if) can partly blame this stupid ISP Mykris, or my lazyness. But I don't think it's about my lazyness la...I'm still posting, see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself getting busier by day, and that's really uncool. I want time to rest, to hang out, to chill and to enjoy and watch my time sail by slowly. Guess that's not really an option, so I'm trying my best to cope as best as I can. Still, I'm spending time with my baby almost every night, and that's just plain superb. Can't wait for an outing with her best friends this weekend, hunting all the flea markets around KL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, the current trend of wristbands just really pisses me off, partly because Nike started it off, and now of all companies, McD are selling em at 2.90 each. Eeks...really degrade it. As a protest towards this, I'm getting the original Speak Up, Stand Up wrist band for RM 33, the one with a black n white band interwined. Let's see how McD copies that. Mwahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112110187923849078?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112110187923849078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112110187923849078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112110187923849078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112110187923849078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/07/after-so-long.html' title='After so long...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-112010636705730217</id><published>2005-06-30T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:39:27.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody slow...</title><content type='html'>I'm using this bloody ISP service called MyKris. It's free, and I have internet, so I'm not exactly complaining. But to log into a page takes eons. But then again, patience is virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a really free day. Juz lazing around, waiting for my 5 P.M class. I know I should be researching on my Audio Mixer project, but the mood is just not there. Maybe a lil later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early this morning for an early morning swim, at 8! Water was freezing cold, but it was superb. Gotta do it more often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are gonna start getting busier from now on, so I'm just enjoying the free time I have in hand. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-112010636705730217?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/112010636705730217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=112010636705730217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112010636705730217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/112010636705730217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/06/bloody-slow.html' title='Bloody slow...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111881455313038681</id><published>2005-06-15T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T13:49:13.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone missed me?</title><content type='html'>So? Anyone missed me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..guess not. Anyways, if anyone is puzzled about my dissapearance for quite some time, here's a recap of what's hot and happening(as if) in my life in the past ..Err..1 week or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, I moved back from Putra to Cyber due to certain reasons,which includes bringing me that much closer to Yuya, saving fuel and maintenance cost, and because for RM 270 a month, I get a uber big room, which I'm just so happy with! How great is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside is, I'm out of cash, and 11th floor gives me flu. Not to mention almost getting stuck in a faulty lift yesterday, and no internet connection for an unknown long period!.But all in all, it's great. And I'm loving every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111881455313038681?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111881455313038681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111881455313038681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111881455313038681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111881455313038681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/06/anyone-missed-me.html' title='Anyone missed me?'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111536875084492134</id><published>2005-05-06T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T14:34:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored bored bored...</title><content type='html'>Now i know that I'm supposed to appreciate the hols. And I know that after all the hardwork and torture that gamma year threw to me, I should at least be thankful for this 2 months hols. And I know bla bla bla... I'm bored, and I'm not lying about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I settled down in my new house in USJ. It's comfy, and I definitely like it better than my old one. The only setback is that my pals aren't around, and I've spent the past 3 weeks coped up in my house like an olden day virgin. And believe it or not, I've yet to visit the local Mamak in USJ (excluding this one time with my family, that is...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days practially starts at noon, prepare lunch, eat lunch, surf channels on astro, prepare dinner, eat dinner, read books, surf channels on astro, read books, and it usually ends at 4. Now is that boring or what? Jogging used to be in the itinery, until my Nike Presto gave up on me. I'm beginning to think that after 2 Nikes failing on me, and my Adidas is still all well, Nike is beginning to look like a bunch of crap. But I love Nikes. But I need to find a cobbler, which was abundant in Gombak, but not a single one in Taipan. Too high class, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I had a trip to Fraser Hill the other day with my dad's friends family, and ended up having quite a good time, saved for aching legs from trekking all over Fraser's Hill on foot. Never thought that was possible, but I did it. Wohoo...&lt;br /&gt;Now that's not the best part. Fraser Hill is rich with natural flora and faunas, so armed with a trusty Powershot A400 (I know it's crappy,but better than nought) and not having to worry about wasting film and processing em after that, I took pictures of virtually every bright colored flowers and scenery I can find. Even some bugs, including a dead skink (snake-like with 4 tiny legs), a dead beetle, some spiders, and a glow worm (a worm that looked like it has 2 LEDs at it's butt at night). Now I'd love nothing more than to post the pictures up, but you wouldn't believe it when I say the dial-ups around this place, is total crap. I can never seem to get a speed over 30kbps. What the hell happened to the 56K modem, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm done ranting. Maybe I'll post more later...since I finally have my internet connection (delayed due to no phone line in the house)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111536875084492134?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111536875084492134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111536875084492134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111536875084492134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111536875084492134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/05/bored-bored-bored.html' title='Bored bored bored...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111382737748152751</id><published>2005-04-18T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:29:37.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hols!</title><content type='html'>As everyone would say! Yes yes...the time of the sem is here again. Not something I'm looking forward too though. Can't bear to be away for long from loved ones. *wink*. Why I think that this hols will be bloody boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. No internet. Yep. My new home in USJ doesn't even have a phone line, much less a dial-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii. No friend. Yep. I just moved to this new neighbourhood, far far away from the friends and CC that I love and frequent. Bad bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii. No job. Yep. Anyone wants to hire me for 7 Weeks?No?...guess i'll be bumming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv. Blargh...i can't bear to continue...sobs. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It seems that people do visit my blog. To those who took some time to, A big gracias from the bottom of my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111382737748152751?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111382737748152751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111382737748152751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111382737748152751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111382737748152751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-hols.html' title='Happy Hols!'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111350413351541054</id><published>2005-04-15T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T02:51:04.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got my eyes on you...</title><content type='html'>I've set my target, and this is it. Presenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/XdaIImini_dimension.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/xda_ii_mini.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/sc002.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/O2_XDA_II_mini.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/MFOP-xda2mini.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/icon_da3_dec110.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yeah..i've got my eyes on you baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeo2.com/product/XdaIImini/template/XdaIIminiProductInfo.vm"&gt;For more info.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111350413351541054?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111350413351541054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111350413351541054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111350413351541054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111350413351541054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-got-my-eyes-on-you.html' title='I&apos;ve got my eyes on you...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111254497322040038</id><published>2005-04-04T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:37:38.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes Galore</title><content type='html'>Credits goes to my buddy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jai &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for this joke. God knows where he got it, but it's sure as hell funny. If you're stressed up or such, head over to &lt;a href="http://therighthandman.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Right Hand&lt;/a&gt; to read the toilet joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://macvaysia.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_macvaysia_archive.html"&gt;Credits to Mr. Jordan (M A C V A Y S I A)&lt;/a&gt; who credited someone else for the post below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As for bad English, here are signs you can see in other country that doesn't mean what it's supposed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Signs in English seen in countries that speak another language:&lt;br /&gt;Cocktail lounge, Norway: LADIES ARE REQUESTED NOT TO HAVE CHILDREN IN THE BAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a Budapest zoo: PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS. IF YOU HAVE ANY SUITABLE FOOD, GIVE IT TO THE GUARD ON DUTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors office, Rome: SPECIALIST IN WOMEN AND OTHER DISEASES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, Acapulco: THE MANAGER HAS PERSONALLY PASSED ALL THE WATER SERVED HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information booklet about using a hotel air conditioner, Japan: COOLES AND HEATES: IF YOU WANT JUST CONDITION OF WARM AIR IN YOUR ROOM, PLEASE CONTROL YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car rental brochure, Tokyo: WHEN PASSENGER OF FOOT HEAVE IN SIGHT, TOOTLE THE HORN. TRUMPET HIM MELODIOUSLY AT FIRST, BUT IF HE STILL OBSTACLES YOUR PASSAGE THEN TOOTLE HIM WITH VIGOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry cleaner's, Bangkok: DROP YOUR TROUSERS HERE FOR THE BEST RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Nairobi restaurant: CUSTOMERS WHO FIND OUR WAITRESSES RUDE OUGHT TO SEE THE MANAGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the grounds of a private school: NO TRESPASSING WITHOUT PERMISSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a highway: TAKE NOTICE: WHEN THIS SIGN IS UNDER WATER, THIS ROAD IS IMPASSABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a poster at Kenyon: ARE YOU AN ADULT THAT CANNOT READ? IF SO, WE CAN HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a City restaurant: OPEN SEVEN DAYS A WEEK AND WEEKENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the buildings: MENTAL HEALTH PREVENTION CENTRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign seen on an automatic restroom hand dryer: DO NOT ACTIVATE WITH WET HANDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Romania maternity ward: NO CHILDREN ALLOWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a cemetery: PERSONS ARE PROHIBITED FROM PICKING FLOWERS FROM ANY BUT THEIR OWN GRAVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo hotel's rules and regulations: GUESTS ARE REQUESTED NOT TO SMOKE OR DO OTHER DISGUSTING BEHAVIOURS IN BED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel notice, Tokyo: IS FORBIDDEN TO STEAL HOTEL TOWELS PLEASE. IF YOU ARE NOT A PERSON TO DO SUCH A THING IS PLEASE NOT TO HAD NOTIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the menu of a Swiss restaurant: OUR WINES LEAVE YOU NOTHING TO HOPE FOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel room notice, Chiang-Mai, Thailand: PLEASE DO NOT BRING SOLICITORS INTO YOUR ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel brochure, Italy: HIS HOTEL IS RENOWNED FOR ITS PEACE AND SOLITUDE. IN FACT, CROWDS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD FLOCK HERE TO ENJOY ITS SOLITUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel lobby, Bucharest: THE LIFT IS BEING FIXED FOR THE NEXT DAY. DURING THAT TIME WE REGRET THAT YOU WILL BE UNBEARABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel elevator, Paris: PLEASE LEAVE YOUR VALUES AT THE FRONT DESK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, Yugoslavia: THE FLATTENING OF UNDERWEAR WITH PLEASURE IS THE JOB OF THE CHAMBERMAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, Japan: YOU ARE INVITED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE CHAMBERMAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from a Russian orthodox monastery: YOU ARE WELCOME TO VISIT THE CEMETERY WHERE FAMOUS RUSSIAN AND SOVIET COMPOSERS, ARTISTS, AND WRITERS ARE BURIED DAILY EXCEPT THURSDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel catering to skiers, Austria: NOT TO PERAMBULATE THE CORRIDORS IN THE HOURS OF REPOSE IN THE BOOTS OF ASCENSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from a menu, Poland: SALAD A FIRM'S OWN MAKE; LIMPID RED BEET SOUP WITH CHEESY DUMPLINGS IN THE FORM OF A FINGER; ROASTED DUCK LET LOOSE; BEEF RASHERS BEATEN IN THE COUNTRY PEOPLE'S FASHION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supermarket, Hong Kong: FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, WE RECOMMEND COURTEOUS, EFFICIENT SELF-SERVICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the "Soviet Weekly": THERE WILL BE A MOSCOW EXHIBITION OF ARTS BY 15 SOVIET REPUBLIC PAINTERS AND SCULPTORS. THESE WERE EXECUTED OVER THE PAST TWO YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an East African newspaper: A NEW SWIMMING POOL IS RAPIDLY TAKING SHAPE SINCE THE CONTRACTORS HAVE THROWN IN THE BULK OF THEIR WORKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, Vienna: IN CASE OF FIRE, DO YOUR UTMOST TO ALARM THE HOTEL PORTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign posted in Germany's Black Forest: IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN ON OUR BLACK FOREST CAMPING SITE THAT PEOPLE OF DIFFERENT SEX, FOR INSTANCE, MEN AND WOMEN, LIVE TOGETHER IN ONE TENT UNLESS THEY ARE MARRIED WITH EACH OTHER FOR THIS PURPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, Zurich: BECAUSE OF THE IMPROPRIETY OF ENTERTAINING GUESTS OF THE OPPOSITE SEX IN THE BEDROOM, IT IS SUGGESTED THAT THE LOBBY BE USED FOR THIS PURPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An advertisement by a Hong Kong dentist: TEETH EXTRACTED BY THE LATEST METHODISTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist agency, Czechoslovakia: TAKE ONE OF OUR HORSE-DRIVEN CITY TOURS.WE GUARANTEE NO MISCARRIAGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement for donkey rides, Thailand: WOULD YOU LIKE TO RIDE ON YOUR OWN ASS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the window on a Swedish furrier: FUR COATS MADE FOR LADIES FROM THEIR OWN SKIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box of a clockwork toy made in Hong Kong: GUARANTEED TO WORK THROUGHOUT ITS USEFUL LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Swiss mountain inn: SPECIAL TODAY - NO ICE-CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airline ticket office, Copenhagen: WE TAKE YOUR BAGS AND SEND THEM IN ALL DIRECTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the door of a Moscow hotel room: IF THIS IS YOUR FIRST VISIT TO THE USSR, YOU ARE WELCOME TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A laundry in Rome: LADIES, LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES HERE AND SPEND THE AFTERNOON HAVING A GOOD TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://macvaysia.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_macvaysia_archive.html"&gt;Credits to Mr. Jordan (M A C V A Y S I A)&lt;/a&gt; who credited someone else for the post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111254497322040038?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111254497322040038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111254497322040038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111254497322040038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111254497322040038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/04/jokes-galore.html' title='Jokes Galore'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111245565068093129</id><published>2005-04-02T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:27:30.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me...</title><content type='html'>That's it,apparently this is me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="330"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000099;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#cc0033;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#990099;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorders&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I'm suprised to find that I have the dependant disorder. This is the explanation for it: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dependent personality disorder is characterized by a need to be taken care of. People with this disorder tend to cling to people and fear losing them. They may become suicidal when a break-up is imminent. They tend to let others make important decisions for them and often jump from relationship to relationship. Dependents often remain in abusive relationships. Over-sensitivity to disapproval is common. Dependents often feel helpless and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But then again I guess that's very true. Owh well...exam's around the corner, and I'm getting recurring headaches. Owh the bother...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111245565068093129?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111245565068093129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111245565068093129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111245565068093129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111245565068093129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-me.html' title='This is me...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111221183341394039</id><published>2005-03-31T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T03:43:53.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja...vu.</title><content type='html'>I always get this same ol feeling everytime exam time arrives. What feeling? ..Basically the feeling of extreme laziness, the need to do something else when I'm supposed to study(like blogging) etc etc...It's sickening how I have this really short attention span...and I can't sit still and study for long.Talk about laziness..and to think I actually have the plan of getting double Masters, one in MEngSc and another in MBA. Great hopes and high dreams, probably'll never be achieved...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111221183341394039?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111221183341394039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111221183341394039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111221183341394039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111221183341394039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/03/dejavu.html' title='Deja...vu.'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111198364301668360</id><published>2005-03-28T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T12:25:28.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gan Yee Yoon's Series of Unfortunate Events</title><content type='html'>Bah!!! I sure as hell feel so. Year 2005 isn't a good one for me, and it started off badly and continuedly to be bad. Let's start in Jan.&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd of Jan, my PC gave up on me. After a series of self troubleshooting (which led to disaster) and troubleshooting by the experts, my Motherboard was declared dead, pulling together with it to hardware hell my Hard disk, and my DVD Burner. Of all these things, only the DVD Burner was RMA-able. Well, I'm glad to say that it's back in service now after 2 months plus away. Anywayz, all in all the repairs cost me a bomb. Over 1K worth of electronics hadta be replaced. Shortly after that, my graphics card gave way too. Another bunch of money went there.&lt;br /&gt;February, some fucking blind idiotic bastard (whom i hope will burn in hell, and lose half of his/her car in this world in the process) banged into my car. The bumper was dented real bad, and it wasn't even my fault. My car was just nicely parking there, and for no apparent reason, the other car was coming out of the parking lot and got banged. Shish...enraged, i myself put another dent into it, resulting in additional RM 200 for repairs. That cost me another bomb too...&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today, March. My car tires are officially worn out, resulting in the change of 2 of my front tyres, and alignment, and balancing etc etc..all in all, another RM 600.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I wonder what's for April? Yuya pointed out that April I'll be at home, so no one will hopefully do any damage to me car, unless if it happens in SJ itself. Hope nothing happens then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111198364301668360?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111198364301668360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111198364301668360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111198364301668360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111198364301668360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/03/gan-yee-yoons-series-of-unfortunate.html' title='Gan Yee Yoon&apos;s Series of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111178013570321191</id><published>2005-03-26T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T03:48:55.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LRT's ad...</title><content type='html'>Recent uproar from an ignorant stupid MP's comment. It's too long to tell you, but I can guarantee you if you click on the links below and actually bother to read everything,you'll be enlighten...Not to mention probably a lil enraged how brainless people gets to be our MP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/index.php?showtopic=139664"&gt;From Lowyat.net's forum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycen.com.my/duasen/240305_lrt.html"&gt;This is bloody funny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read up, peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111178013570321191?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111178013570321191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111178013570321191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111178013570321191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111178013570321191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/03/lrts-ad.html' title='LRT&apos;s ad...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111167782030005968</id><published>2005-03-24T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:24:44.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi galore....NOT!</title><content type='html'>So I heard about this sushi king's promotion for RM 2 for anything on the Kaiten. How stupid was I to think that they'd serve a variety? I've already accepted the fact that the RM 5 and RM 6 plates will be rare, but to think abt the fact that they serve only around 2 or 3 varieties for each RM 2, 3 and 4 is just downright outrageous. Sigh...there was loads and loads of people, and the plates on the kaiten barely reached 20. And obviously, after a few round of the same thing going around the kaiten, people naturally got bored.&lt;br /&gt;Then....TadaA...came the magical red plates, the catch of the day, the RM 5 ones! And there was barely 10 of them. And the idiot preparing it, took them by 2 and put them on the kaiten by 2 . Guess how long it took for them to be snatched up? Well, less than a second approx. Now this is why I hate things like this. It brings out the worst in us, gluttons who'd fight for anything.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing of all? The poster says, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is to say Thank You for patronising us. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like..HELLO, if you really want to, then do us a favour. Don't dissapoint us by doing so...Sigh...bloody people. I ended up eating the same stuffs for dinner, and was sorely dissapointed. Now I'm here bitching about it. Beh...&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/10581737-111167782030005968?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111167782030005968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111167782030005968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111167782030005968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111167782030005968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/03/sushi-galorenot.html' title='Sushi galore....NOT!'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111167297022222273</id><published>2005-03-24T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:04:27.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifty Signs that you need a life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;50. You know more X-Men characters than real people.&lt;br /&gt;49. The only people who come to your birthday parties are your imaginary            friends.&lt;br /&gt;48. You take Japanese classes because you think anime is hip.&lt;br /&gt;47. You speak fluent Klingon.&lt;br /&gt;46. You consider being kicked in the crotch by another girl as a social            improvement.&lt;br /&gt;45. You understood the physics and inner workings of a lightsaber.&lt;br /&gt;44. You're a frequent visitor to the Yahoo! Mesenger chat rooms.&lt;br /&gt;43. You regard game soundtracks as modern masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;42. You write fan fiction featuring yourself having erotic three way            orgies with Jennifer Aniston and Liz Hurley.&lt;br /&gt;41. You believe pro wrestling is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;40. You actually voted for your favourite Malaysian Idol.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Huh? I voted~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. You consider online marriages in Ragnarok Online as a social event.&lt;br /&gt;38. You keep wondering which Dragonball Z character would beat Akuma            if he were to team up with Sailor Venus.&lt;br /&gt;37. You are 24 years old, jobless and keep refering to your girlfriend            as your 'wife'.&lt;br /&gt;36. You speak English with a Japanese accent, and you are proud of            it.&lt;br /&gt;35. You are now inside a tent, outside of the GSC Mid Valley cinema waiting for Star Lord of The Ring Wars Part IV: The Return of The Two Sith Clones.&lt;br /&gt;34. Everything you knew about women you learned from Azumanga Daioh.&lt;br /&gt;33. You posted a dozen threads in a Final Fantasy forum about what would happen if Sephiroth killed Cloud instead of Aeris.&lt;br /&gt;32. You brag about how you own the high score in your local Super Championship            Brawler EX Turbo arcade machine.&lt;br /&gt;31. Every night you dream of de_aztec.&lt;br /&gt;30. All your best friends are from Star Trek internet forums.&lt;br /&gt;29. You know the exact number of enchanted forest elves to crank out in order to counter your enemy's undead zombie swordsmen in BlizzardCraft III.&lt;br /&gt;28. You marvel at yourself everytime you pull a knife kill in Counter            Strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;27. You have a blog.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (That...I do too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You have at least five IDs for ten instant message programs.&lt;br /&gt;25. You paid for porn on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;24. You greet strangers by saying 'Live long and prosper' while waving            the Vulcan hand signal.&lt;br /&gt;23. You own the original Pokemon Blue, Red, Green, Purple, Grey, Saphire, Ultramarine, Maroon, Crimson, Burgundy and Jet Black.&lt;br /&gt;22. You giggle everytime you hear the word 'boobies'.&lt;br /&gt;21. Women warm up to you just because they think you're gay.&lt;br /&gt;20. You own the limited edition Oxford Klingon-to-Vulcan Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;19. R2D2's beeping makes sense to you.&lt;br /&gt;18. You memorized the formula for making the perfect Arcanium Battlemage            in World of Blizzardo II.&lt;br /&gt;17. You seek wisdom in Yoda's quotes.&lt;br /&gt;16. You think George Lucas is god.&lt;br /&gt;15. You cried like a baby when your mom threw away your Justice League            America comic book collection.&lt;br /&gt;14. Sunlight hurts your skin.&lt;br /&gt;13. The day you were born was the last time you've ever seen a vagina.&lt;br /&gt;12. You quickly look at yourself in the mirror every morning right after you wake up to see whether God has granted your wish to become a Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;11. You refer to your genitalia as 'your dirty little pinky'.&lt;br /&gt;10. You think you're smart and articulate just because you're one of the few who understood the complexity of Shigeru Japanimoto's genius.&lt;br /&gt;9. You've thought up whole theories regarding how the Matrix trilogy is actually a prophecy from the Wachowski brothers foretelling the second coming of Jesus in the year 2027.&lt;br /&gt;8. You think punani is a tropical fruit.&lt;br /&gt;7. You felt the world was going to collapse on you when you earned second place in your elementary school science fair.&lt;br /&gt;6. You have ten different imaginary friends, each having personalities and character traits that have even more depth and dimension than yours.&lt;br /&gt;5. You once argued about how Darth Vader can use the Force to shove Captain Kirk's Federation C-Class starship right up his a$$.&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl said No to you five years ago and and you can't get over            her ever since.&lt;br /&gt;3. No one likes you; your friends don't like you, your tranny girlfriend doesn't like you, strangers don't like you, your boss and co workers don't like you, your family and relatives don't like you, your pets don't like you...heck, even you don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Everyday you write pointless batshit ramblings about god knows what and then post it on a blog that nobody reads and you cry yourself to bed everynight knowing how much of a hopeless loser you are, and then the next morning you wake up just to realise that you've just wet yourself in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(And finally, the #1 sign that you seriously need a life is...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                      &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(drums rolling...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                 &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(que suspenseful music....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                 &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(open the curtains....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                 &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                                                        &lt;p&gt; 1. Your name starts with 'Rash' and ryhmes with 'need'. &lt;---That's the guy who wrote this thing...I guess. &lt;a href="http://www.rashyeed.bravehost.com/article%20files/life.htm"&gt;Source.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Afif for the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111167297022222273?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111167297022222273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111167297022222273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111167297022222273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111167297022222273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/03/fifty-signs-that-you-need-life.html' title='Fifty Signs that you need a life...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111151670504204611</id><published>2005-03-23T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T02:38:25.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffocated</title><content type='html'>Literally...No no..not metaphorically. I can't do those anymore these days. It seems that my mind is so numb with engineering stuffs, I tend not to do those things i frequently used to do. Sigh...no more writing poems and all...The good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, back to my story.Cyberjaya, Putrajaya. They're choked with smoke, smog, haze, whatever you call them. During the day, it feels like Genting, because of the misty surrounding. However, the strong smell of smoke and something burning quickly brings you back to reality, to Cyberjaya, to the city where it's always hot..and now..burning.  &lt;br /&gt;I've just completed my last assignment. Received news that ISS night is cancelled, Yuya's heart's gonna be broken. On the bright side, we don't havta skimp when we're off to Genting, that'll probably make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.40 and I wanna play Medal of Honor Pacific Assault. Gotta kill summore damned Japs..Hehe..But I've gotta help with assignment for the mean time. Till later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111151670504204611?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111151670504204611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111151670504204611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111151670504204611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111151670504204611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/03/suffocated.html' title='Suffocated'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111130159537547629</id><published>2005-03-20T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T14:53:15.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very interesting...</title><content type='html'>This post proves why 17A1s cannot guarantee anything, and that Local unis sucks, and that a 4 pointer will not guarantee you a high flying job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Sunday/Columns/NST32280880.txt/Article/indexb_html"&gt;Taken from NST &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among some interesting excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="content"&gt; A more likely explanation, says Shamsuddin, is a changing economy  anchored in the services sector.&lt;br /&gt;Being reliant on services means employers require people who not only have knowledge but who possess the "soft skills" as well: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;people who can communicate effectively, and analyse and solve problems efficiently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.  The employability of the average Malaysian graduate is becoming more dependent on a mastery of these soft skills. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The growing number of unemployed, he says, is mainly because many arrive in the job market poorly equipped with the skills required by a changing economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. This is a good one -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the top three were soft skills: good communications, being presentable and having a reasonable grasp of general knowledge. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Academic performance only came eighth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The key criteria employers look for in potential hires are a good command of English, a good attitude and a strong work ethic&lt;/span&gt;," says Suresh Thiru, vice-president of operations at online recruitment company JobStreet.com. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Many are unable to secure a good job because their  English is poor&lt;/span&gt;,"  he adds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A large number of the graduates of public universities fail to make good employee material according to our clients,&lt;/span&gt;" says Marie Lam, country manager of employment agency Adecco Group Malaysia. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Seventy per cent of job seekers registered with the company come from public universities. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Makes u feel glad ur in MMU huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; Lam says they generally find it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hard to communicate, have poor computer skills, are unable to interact with colleagues and people from other races, fail to display team spirit and face difficulties in adapting to the job market&lt;/span&gt;. (referring to peeps from Public Unis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; It's easy to blame the universities for this, but ultimately, they are only dealing with the products of the country's schools.&lt;br /&gt;"The students reflect the quality of our school education system, so if there is any weakness, that is the first area we should look at," says Shamsuddin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; "I am not belittling our straight-A students, but the question is, are they equally strong in the soft skills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;(how so very true...17A1s? Hmphh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111130159537547629?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111130159537547629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111130159537547629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111130159537547629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111130159537547629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/03/very-interesting_20.html' title='Very interesting...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111108614888469273</id><published>2005-03-18T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T03:02:28.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disorientated</title><content type='html'>Everywhere I turn, I see people's status going on and on and off about assignments, assignments and assignments. Well, let's just say I'm not exactly excluded either. Here I am sitting in front of my computer, thinking of things to crap for a conclusion for my bloody Data Comm's report. Not as easy as it sounds, when you're not exactly very knowledgable about Data Comm for this time, and it's 3 in the morning, and I've been working on this for nearly 12 hours. Not to mention the fact that what the lecturer wants is confusing the grammar I'm using in the report. Owh what the heck, I'm sure the answers are more important than the other parts of the report.&lt;br /&gt;You know, some people don't see why, but I just Loooove surfing around in Friendster. Used to be my main hobby, till LYN came along. But I'm still into it. Why? Because I have this hobby of observing people, and being amused by their mere actions. It amuses me greatly how some people would exhibit things down to the very little ones, for people to see and read. Owh yes it does. Guess I should get back to writing my conclusion huh?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111108614888469273?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111108614888469273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111108614888469273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111108614888469273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111108614888469273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/03/disorientated_18.html' title='Disorientated'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111048358188508191</id><published>2005-03-11T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T03:50:38.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Genius - 17A1s...</title><content type='html'>It pisses me off for the fact that when I want to blog, something's wrong with Blogger.Nonetheless, to ensure that I do not lose the inspiration, I shall write on my faithful notepad 1st.See, everywhere people are talking about this super-17A1s-girl.Parents make them example to their kids,other kids hate her for not scoring as well, or cos they're getting screwed for not scoring As, past SPMers are critisizing her cheap As and well,I have a few opinion of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, her efforts cheapen As.To other people who is not as intelligent, but work just as hard. It makes parents not appreciative anymore, just because their kid can't score as well as this girl.2ndly, she's gonna drive Malaysia into the same problem as Singapore have.Kiasuness, and suicide. As the effect of this, parents will want their kids to do as well, and maybe even better. Somewhere, someplace, a parent is probably telling their kids to take 18,19 or even 20, and set a whole new record.That's kiasuness at it's peak I tell you.People mostly think that she has no time to chill, what with studying for 17 subjects. She says she studies till 1 A.M, and I (and many other) reasoned that someone who studies till 1, and wake up at 6 in the morning for school, can't have much life.It's bad,In my humble opinion, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd, it makes me really doubting Malaysia's education standard.Hell, if our students are so damned brilliant, why aren't there news of Malaysians entering Harvard,Yale, MIT etc etc, and score well there too? Because Malaysia's education system is all screwed up.If you have a great memory, you'll probably be able to do well, especially in SPM.But it's a whole different world out there, once you're out of high school.Back to my point of why there's no Malaysian achieving super natural results once they're out of high school.Last year's 15A1 scorer has yet to make a ripple anywhere, although he or she has did so well in SPM.That's a point there.Another thing that has got me doubting about her life is that, if they could list down her methods to relax like listening to chart toppers,chat on the internet etc etc, and claims she's active in extra curicular activities, but yet,they don't list it down.I find it hard to believe anyone could have their room so full of plaques achieved from extra curiculum activities, when they're spending all their time studying for 17 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I am so doubtful about so many things, I'm beginning to think that the Ministry might even have something to do with this. Or is lowering the graph of A bloody low, since my not-so-smart cousin also managed to attain 9As.Not that I'm doubting her intelligence,but I am.&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, they implemented this rule,saying that your extra curicular activities mattered when you're selected to enter University.But somehow, the implementation wasn't complete, wasn't effective. As of then, a moron even had the guts to write to the paper,saying that extra curicular activities are useless.Judging from personal experience, I must say I've grown from those activities.I became independant when I went camping. I learnt to speak English better, to widen my vocabs when I joined Debate. I learnt things about Information Tech when I was in IT club. I found a hidden talent in high jump, learnt to lead when I was a Asst. Head Prefect and all.How could people say it is not important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...where is Malaysia's education heading?People complain and complain,saying that our graduates have difficulties looking for jobs, even the intelligent ones.I highly disagree with that.I've seen people getting jobs,because they know how to sell themselves,even if their grades aren't all that superb.Yes,I've seen it.Unfortunately,most of the graduates may know how to study,but they lack communication skills, skill to allow you to sell yourself, and make yourself wanted.So there...in your face,Malaysia's education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We want to have educated people, but in the process of producing em, we forget some vital things,including acknowledging what's important, and how to balance life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Some interesting webbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Wednesday/Frontpage/NST32268843.txt/Article/indexb_html"&gt;NST main news-read her quotes,then read the next link.It's interesting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vbglau.blogspot.com/2005/03/congratulationsyou-moron.html"&gt;Some dude critisizing her - read the comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/index.php?showtopic=135288"&gt;More webbies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/index.php?showtopic=135486&amp;amp;st=0"&gt;This one has people fighting over it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111048358188508191?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111048358188508191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111048358188508191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111048358188508191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111048358188508191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/03/super-genius-17a1s.html' title='Super Genius - 17A1s...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111030938338279875</id><published>2005-03-09T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:27:42.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye candies</title><content type='html'>Pretty cars, that's what I have below.Take your time, feast your eyes and check out the latest from Melbourne Motor show. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/320/P30500701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/400/P30500701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I present you...Honda Hi-Performance Sport Compact (HSC)! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/320/P3050060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/400/P3050060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice wheels.. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/320/P3050064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/400/P3050064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody nice... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/320/P3050066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/400/P3050066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such Beauty... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/320/P3050065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/400/P3050065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/320/P3050084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/400/P3050084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mazda RX 8 - One and only Rotary Engine technology &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/320/P3050083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/400/P3050083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Mazda's turn - Bloody powerful sedan - Mazda 6 &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/320/P3050023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/400/P3050023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream series... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/320/P3050033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/400/P3050033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M3!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/320/P3050050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/400/P3050050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Beamer. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/320/P3050054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/131/4005/400/P3050054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superb Engineering... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111030938338279875?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111030938338279875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111030938338279875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111030938338279875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111030938338279875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/03/eye-candies.html' title='Eye candies'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111013480416099168</id><published>2005-03-07T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T02:46:44.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New abode!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Just got back from a 2 day trip back home. Home is now No 32, Jalan 3D/4... God knows if I got that correct.It's too new to remember the address. Well...I've shifted, officially.That's my new home. As I drove home on Saturday, an overwhelming sadness enveloped me. Well, I have all the reason to be sad, what with the faithful bunch of pals Jai calls Gombak Goons back at the ghetto, the home that I grew up in for 17 years, and the places I'm so used to. Now, I had a hard time looking for Secret Recipe in Taipan, (Not to mention the trouble to look for a parking space!), don't have a clue where the banks are, unsure of who to hang out with during the long 2 months hols, and God knows where to get my daily lunch. Sigh...but all in all I welcome this change pretty much. Aside from those things above, my room is rather big, and I have the freedom to decorate it, the house is decent, we can park all 3 cars with no problem at all, and I think I have a cute neighbour staying 2 house away...Hehe...Well, I suppose i'll try my best to get job as a tuition teacher during the hols, work out to get rid of my gut, and basically filling up my brain with as much National Geographic and Discovery Channel as I can.Look set to be a rather boring hols...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111013480416099168?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111013480416099168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111013480416099168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111013480416099168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111013480416099168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-abode_07.html' title='New abode!'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-111013447358489096</id><published>2005-03-07T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T02:41:13.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Converse...</title><content type='html'>Means talk,speak etc etc right? Well, yeah, if you look up the dictee.But in this context, I'm referring to a Racial Integration Program which aims to bring integration through understanding. Understanding the other races that we live side by side with,that we see and talk to and ..well..do many stuffs with daily. Unfortunately, my anger originates from an individual who has been an asst. director for the sucky CCIP which has not only fail to achieve whatever objectives it set out with at the beginning, but is now under probation from STAD and Prof. Ghauth due to some reasons. This Individual, Mr. C has advised me indirectly that it is bad to bring in a Malacca culture(Converse has been done once in Malacca with high success), and that CCIP and Converse is just the same thing, like PBSM n St. John, and that I bring the team over to work in CCIP.Well...I just have 2 words to say - HELL NO!. Not in this lifetime I won't.I'd rather not do Converse, than to lift a finger to help those filthy good for nothing SRC peeps. Well...Anger vented.Time to sleep for my 8 A.M class now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-111013447358489096?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/111013447358489096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=111013447358489096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111013447358489096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/111013447358489096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/03/converse.html' title='Converse...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-110978947044821447</id><published>2005-03-03T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T02:51:10.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurry eyes</title><content type='html'>Literally...I must be staring at the PC for too long.Or at those teeny weeny symbols which meant nothing to me at this hour, as hard as I try to comprehend them. Maths IV test 2 was yesterday, and twas nothing to be proud of, far from it actually, though I kinda thought I could've done better with a lil extra time.What's done, is done I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this time of the sem.But somehow I'm pleased, by the fact that I've became more responsible, hardworking when it comes to assignment. The Ol' me would've got it from someone and turn into a photocopy machine for the next hour or 2.Now I'm attempting, and I reckon I could get some correct.But Info Theory's assignment's just way off the roof. Struggling, until it's 3 A.M, my eyes are blurry.&lt;br /&gt;G'nite - Sleep I must...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-110978947044821447?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/110978947044821447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=110978947044821447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110978947044821447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110978947044821447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/03/blurry-eyes.html' title='Blurry eyes'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-110952335947086152</id><published>2005-02-28T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T00:55:59.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to report...really...</title><content type='html'>There u go...I didn't manage a post for the past few days cos there's really nothing to say...Nothing interesting happened, and I'm beginning to think no one actually bothers to read anyways.But it's ok,it's fer my own reference, and writing releases me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, for starters my lean green machine a.k.a my baby Wira is back with me.But Phew...did it burn a mighty big whole in my angpau savings.The repairs cost RM 650...Could've been cheaper, but then i decided to add another dent myself.Sigh...Milo tins for cars, what bad quality ones Proton have. It kinda freaks me out, for the fact that if i could put a dent into that car with my punch, what more a collision. Which brings us to the topic of accident. Are people dying on the road due to bad quality cars? That's something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's that time of the sem again, there's mid terms to study for, assignments to rush for, and lab reports to finish. And owh, not to mention the Converse program! But i'll elaborate on that later, no mood now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-110952335947086152?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/110952335947086152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=110952335947086152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110952335947086152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110952335947086152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-to-reportreally.html' title='Nothing to report...really...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-110926164985826964</id><published>2005-02-25T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T00:14:09.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring days...</title><content type='html'>Yep...it sure is.What with test coming, and assignments due, and my event which just finished(which i've yet to have a chance to recover from) and last but not least,the sad incident of my car being banged in the ass, costing me a total cost of repair of RM 650, including the dent i put myself after being overly frustrated over a fucked up dude who did not bother to judge carefully when coming out of the parking space. I'm just totally pissed, why who wouldn't? Especially when it's langgar lari. I'm gonna get my baby back tmr though,apparently as good as new.That's nice...especially when I'm paying Rm 650 for it.There goes my angpau money.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-110926164985826964?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/110926164985826964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=110926164985826964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110926164985826964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110926164985826964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/02/tiring-days.html' title='Tiring days...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-110892212609692783</id><published>2005-02-21T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T01:55:26.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody tired</title><content type='html'>As I said above,I am.Very owh so very tired.God,let this event be a success and sails as smooth as water on duck's feather.If any of you dudes reading this would like to come, it'll be on Mon and Tues, 21st and 22nd of Feb at FCM Atrium...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way to Innovation -----&gt; MMU INNOVATION FAIR!&lt;div 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tired'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-110863367578228433</id><published>2005-02-17T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T17:47:55.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad at myself</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling hopeless,senseless,horrible...&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last felt this way,but it happens.Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;And today,together with the boom of the thunder,together with the downcast of huge torrents of rain...&lt;br /&gt;I boomed louder than ever before,and casted myself lower than I've ever been for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;And right now,I'm just speechless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-110863367578228433?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/110863367578228433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=110863367578228433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110863367578228433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110863367578228433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/02/mad-at-myself.html' title='Mad at myself'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-110857332815104725</id><published>2005-02-17T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T01:48:23.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://srcyber.mmu.edu.my/forum/index.php?showtopic=18&amp;st=0&amp;amp;#entry467"&gt;What a cheek that fucker have - &lt;/a&gt;I'm so not the in the mood right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-110857332815104725?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/110857332815104725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=110857332815104725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110857332815104725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110857332815104725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/02/nobodys-perfect.html' title='Nobody&apos;s perfect'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-110857321106911445</id><published>2005-02-17T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T01:00:11.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatta day...</title><content type='html'>It's just one of those days where you don't feel real good waking up to I guess.Woke up late since my bloody alarm clock on the computer refuses to work, rushing off to campus to try to finish up my lab report before bumping head on onto 4 hours of class non stop.In between,I found time to walk through the whole FOE to look for lecturers who were still on leave.And not to mention while having lunch,I accidentally knock over a piece of chicken while trying to get a grip on another piece right into the pool of gravy below,sending God-knows-what gravy onto me, and the girl next to me.I was luckier since the color of the gravy matched my orange shirt,but the girl wasn't that.I was bloody embarassed,and sorry for the girl.Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;After 4 hours of gruelling classes,I ended my day in the library,trying to write my assignment on Yuya's laptop.It wasn't long before some Internationally-idiotic students started chatting and laughing as if they were in a kopitiam.Phished,I collected my stuffs and moved to another (thank God) much quieter place.There I spent the rest of my nite,until I retire back here now.And now,I shall have a bath and then proceed to hug my pillow and jump onto the next wagon to dreamland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-110857321106911445?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/110857321106911445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=110857321106911445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110857321106911445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110857321106911445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/02/whatta-day.html' title='Whatta day...'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-110848997928920533</id><published>2005-02-16T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T01:52:59.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines...</title><content type='html'>After succeeding in suprising her with a dozen of roses the night before,I have another 5 hours to prepare my next surpise.Wheeling a trolley,I walked around grabbing an assortment of stuffs,which ranges from a pot,a tablecloth,candles,2 wine glasses,pasta,tuna and others.After ringing up an amazing amount of RM 70+ for a measly number of things,I headed home to my next destination,the kitchen.Soon,with 2 pots boiling merrily on the stove,I was preparing my 1st dish,a cold pasta.It doesn't exactly have a name,since I learnt it informally from my aunt,but it's mighty easy to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Here's how it goes: You'll need 4 eggs,half a packet of pasta,1 can of tuna in oil and 2 medium sized onions.Boil the pasta,n mixed it with sliced onion(cut so that it'll be rings),the boiled eggs which is already sliced and the tuna in oil.Mix it all together,and add as much thyme as you want.Leave it to cool,and keep it in the fridge.It'll last for days.Taste pretty good,unless if you detest onion or tuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,I got ready the appetizer,buns with butter and campbell soup.And the dessert's ready in the fridge,2 pints of baskin robbins assorted chocolate flavour ice cream.There's Chocolate Cookie Cackle,World Class Chocolate,Maui Brownie and another which I can't remember...Nyam...&lt;br /&gt;Finally,I readied the setting.Adli's table was draped with the tablecloth,candles and all in place and I'm set.So I'm off to pick her off from her exam.&lt;br /&gt;I suprised her well I guess,with that romantic candle light dinner in my own room,with some romantic music playing in the background and all.AhHh...so that's the story. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-110848997928920533?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/110848997928920533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=110848997928920533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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mean,then tune in to Astro and check out those 2 channels.I'm a DC and NG freak,honestly.I devour hours of those documentaries rather than watching movies.Ya...it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows,they had a documentary on AutoBahn the other day,which was bloody interesting,showcasing a 12K(yes,that's rite-12000KM)worth of 70 cm thick road,backed up by some of the world's finest technology and it's a heaven for car enthusiast where there's normally no speed limit(unless if you get caught by the polizei that is).And the polizei,they ride around in Audis,BMWs,yada yada.They have bikes which goes up to like,240Km/h.I can't even imagine what's it like to be driving at 200 Km/h.Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;But then again,these thrills comes with a price.Deadly one that is.They happen to showcase pictures of accidents,where BMWs just as easily mirror the condition of a Proton after an accident in our own country.Check out the wreck of a Proton after a 110 Km/h collision,and that's how the BMW looks like.Man,if those brands can even be wrecked that badly...&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cars,I saw a Supra on the road the other day.The driver was driving it pretty amicably,and is not pushing it.We were constantly overtaking him,and being overtaken again.Probably just spent all his money on angpaus,and would not like to hand an extra RM 300 to the traffic police.Come to think about it,a 10 Year old Supra would cost approx RM 110K.I'm constantly giving my after-graduation-car lotsa thoughts,and was initially planning on a Waja,since it's one of the best bets from Proton nowadays.Maybe if I'm luckier,I could like,afford a Vios.Or maybe a Civic...or a RX7.I've heard that those 2nd hand beasts cost approx RM 70-80K.That sounds promising.Sigh...for now,I'll just be mighty glad to that mean green machine that I have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-110822980048348873?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-110815108166561675</id><published>2005-02-12T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T03:44:41.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed up</title><content type='html'>You know,for all the applications we use online,from e-mails to online banking to blogging to all that s**t,they should at least work together and allow users to have a standardised password and username.I'm having to remember so many usernames and passwords,often I would just sit and stare at the screen saying "Please enter your username and password" for like an eternity before going "Owh,I think that's the one...".Internet's good and all,but this one annoys me.I guess you just can't have it all.&lt;br /&gt;D-Day minus 8 - That means I have 8 days remaining at my home in Gombak.Just now,I played my last CS match with my Gombak Goons.Translated,that's the peeps I generally hang out with when I'm around Gombak.They're a cool bunch,Trev,Barath,Navin,Paul,Bryan,William,Wilson,Adli...there's a few more,but these are like,the regulars.Ironically,we've gotten much closer only after school,when we hang out on weekends nights,having a drink before or after we shoot up a few rounds,race along the street of Bayview,duel in the mystical world of Warcraft,bla bla bla.But that all,is coming...more like has came to an end.I played my last CS match with my Gombak Goons...&lt;br /&gt;My stuffs are all packed,in 2 large plastic bags,1 box and a bag.Come to think about it,it's unbelievable that my lifetime of stuffs go into that.But then again,I've never been one to be sentimental.I rather not have things clutter in my room,thus leaving space only for those which really mattered.Which reminds me,I accidentally sent the photos which I wanted to take back to Putra with the rest of my stuffs.Dang!...&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz,the best news of all is that Trev and Barath(who studies in APITT,TPM) has agreed to occasionally drive down to Putra since they found out it's 10 mins away from APITT.And that they've pretty much fallen in love with Sate Kajang which can also be found at Precinct 16.And Navin's like ...in Uniten.And Paul and Adli's here.So the Gombak Goons shall unite once again,just somewhere else,an hour's drive away from Gombak.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 4,and I've yet to sleep.Mum's gonna kill me if she finds out that I'm yet tucked into bed,dozing away.Tomorrow's a day full with visiting,transferring stuffs to the new home,and getting more angpaus..Hehe.Unfortunately,that also means I won't be able to join me friends for 1 last open house outing tomorrow in Gombak.Watta pity.The girl who used to have a crush on me who used to got dissapointed like..twice might be there.Pity that pretty little thing.But I've settled it out and it seems she's mighty happy with her new boyfriend now.Which is cool :D .Talking about angpaus,I think I musta've hit the jackpot this year.What with the restriction and the mourning of not giving red packets,I'm receiving cash instead from my uncles and aunties,and God musta've Blessed Me,because I reckon I have some pretty nice uncles and aunties,contributing to my collection which is shy of 4 digits but a hundred.Anyhowz,I'm just lucky as I'm the 1st in the family to be in university,thus in their eyes,I have the need to get more stuffs and need more money.They're not far away from that perception.Needing a pair of new slacks and a new shirt pretty soon.Let's see if I can get some nice ones...&lt;br /&gt;I'd better get some sleep now,else.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-110815108166561675?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/110815108166561675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=110815108166561675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110815108166561675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110815108166561675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/02/messed-up.html' title='Messed up'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-110771749011997123</id><published>2005-02-07T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T03:18:10.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Up</title><content type='html'>I'm moving in around 2 weeks from now,so like it or not I'm clearing out stuffs and packing.Here and there are boxes,filled with stuffs and my room is as empty as can be.But that's not the point...&lt;br /&gt;As I was clearing stuffs up and rummaging around,I came upon this box,containing some of my most private stuffs.What are the stuffs you may ask?Well...stuffs given to me by my exs.Suprise suprise,for an unattractive dude like me,I do have exs.3 to be exact.The 1st and second one wasn't anything to be proud of,they left me just a handkerchief and photos.But the 3 one showered me with as many stuffs as she could,before we finally called it a break after 1 years 7 months.But well...I'm throwing most of the stuffs she gave me,save a cup and a picture frame,although the amount of trash I'm throwing out is like...a mountain.Btw...she's engaged now,and on her way to being a happily married woman.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,I found valuable memories in the form of pictures.Pictures of the Prefectorial Board's dinner during my last year,during my class gathering and a buffet high tea for the last time,pictures of my other ex which I thought was already missing,pictures of me receiving the Tokoh Pelajar Award,pictures of my most memorable camp,the 8 day Selangor Jamboree with the 2 story high watch tower and a connecting bridge,pictures of me marching,of me being entrusted with the task as the Asst. Head Prefect for the 1st day,and among my favourites,picture of me doing the flying fox,and many others.&lt;br /&gt;If there's 1 thing I clearly process from all this,it's that I'm finally shutting a chapter of my life.My life staying in this house for 17 years,and all the memories in it.Of my late grandmothers,of being a naughty little kid,and later a troublesome teenager to my parents,and eventually leaving the house to pursue higher studies.I wish I had some kind of gadget to capture all those memories I had,but sadly I hadn't,and all's left is the memories that I can remember in my head now.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm flipping through those photos,I already miss this house,and the life that I used to have.Nonetheless,life goes on,and I'm sure there's greater and better things just waiting to greet me somewhere in the not so far future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-110737410544083214</id><published>2005-02-03T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T03:55:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you....</title><content type='html'>Now see,this is the thing with me when I have a new blog to play with.I'd play with it like mad,and then maybe later just leave it...just like that.But I think I like this one,so I hope I'll be able to stick around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;To see you when I wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;is a gift I didn't think could be real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;To know that you feel the same as I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;is a three-fold, utopian dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You do something to me that I can't explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So would I be out of line if I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I know I'll see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;whether far or soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But I need you to know that I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful lines,ain't those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-110737410544083214?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/feeds/110737410544083214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581737&amp;postID=110737410544083214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110737410544083214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581737/posts/default/110737410544083214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkjunkie.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you....'/><author><name>pinkjunkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021240524904717636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-110737255983218107</id><published>2005-02-03T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T03:45:00.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of deaths,Chinese New Year and V-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Ah...considering the fact that my grandma just passed away(God bless her soul) around 100 days ago,celebrating Chinese New Year is a no-no.Boy would that be weird...for the 1st time in my life,I would wake up on the 1st day of CNY celebration with no new clothes to wear,no uncles and aunties to greet to get angpau from,no visiting here and there,and the most obvious of all,the absence of my only grandma left.....&lt;br /&gt;Death never went down well with me.I lost the grandma who took care of me since I was born when I was 10,and then my other grandma when I'm 20.Tragic,isn't it,especially how my (just passed away) grandma died in a tragic accident,which incident and memory still haunts me well into today.Everytime I close my eyes in the dark,all the memories flushes in,faster than a wall of water from a broken dam.I remembered the part where I was at the hospital,the crime scene,the mortuary,my dad's hometown,the graveyard...everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel not wanting to talk about V-day just yet.I'll just leave that for some other time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581737-110737255983218107?l=pinkjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/a_2ron/Untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581737.post-110736912689189941</id><published>2005-02-03T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T03:26:57.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and there and everywhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I reckon this would be my 4th blog account.Yeah...here,there and everywhere I'm leaving my marks.Now I'm about to tarnish this part of the blogging world.I suppose I never quite stick to blogging because no one really reads em then.That's why we all blog anyways,to show the world who we are right?Well World,Here I Come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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