<?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-2148851988463070717</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:47:44.779-08:00</updated><category term='Stnemom'/><category term='Sthguoht'/><category term='Stneve'/><title type='text'>my doinkabouts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-8099395712635210240</id><published>2011-07-11T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T06:47:11.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#6 Getting the last few pearls in the milktea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJN86uJrjFE/Thr95JGC4mI/AAAAAAAAAV0/G-L9ljU06xU/s1600/photo%252812%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJN86uJrjFE/Thr95JGC4mI/AAAAAAAAAV0/G-L9ljU06xU/s320/photo%252812%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628089842488500834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest moment when I drink pearl milktea is not about gulping down the chewy pearls through the oversized straw, but is the moment when I had to struggle with the ice cubes in the cup to get the last few pearls in it (and look forward to the next cup of pearl milktea)&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-8099395712635210240?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/8099395712635210240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/07/6-getting-last-few-pearls-in-milktea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8099395712635210240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8099395712635210240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/07/6-getting-last-few-pearls-in-milktea.html' title='#6 Getting the last few pearls in the milktea'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJN86uJrjFE/Thr95JGC4mI/AAAAAAAAAV0/G-L9ljU06xU/s72-c/photo%252812%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-2510856352482126068</id><published>2011-05-30T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T20:21:06.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#5 Found food in an unexpected place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ivzgDeoAdg/TeRebKGnf9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/KEW4BgTUoz0/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ivzgDeoAdg/TeRebKGnf9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/KEW4BgTUoz0/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612714856272068562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to see a surprise treat for yourself in an unexpected place. Like a Kitkat in the drawer, that you forgot to eat.. And coincidentally you're having low blood pressure at 3pm in the office. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-2510856352482126068?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/2510856352482126068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/05/5-found-food-in-unexpected-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/2510856352482126068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/2510856352482126068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/05/5-found-food-in-unexpected-place.html' title='#5 Found food in an unexpected place'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ivzgDeoAdg/TeRebKGnf9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/KEW4BgTUoz0/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6696649741966629013</id><published>2011-05-28T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T07:04:11.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of birthdays and too much food</title><content type='html'>Every year when May approaches, I will have at least four birthday celebrations to go to. Month of friends' birthday. Just googled and found out that Scorpio goes along with Taurus very well. Maybe that explains why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixJ_q4TqpZs/TeD75hnzfnI/AAAAAAAAAVA/P49NEbvmXgw/s1600/photo%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixJ_q4TqpZs/TeD75hnzfnI/AAAAAAAAAVA/P49NEbvmXgw/s320/photo%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611762101400075890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flaming Lamborghini for the birthday girl at Social@KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_u2lv-CRUg0/TeD9rdUrlQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/--_-ViLKNTc/s1600/photo%25287%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_u2lv-CRUg0/TeD9rdUrlQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/--_-ViLKNTc/s320/photo%25287%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611764058751210754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chicken pie that doesnt taste like a chicken pie at Dome , more like Campbell's mushroom soup serve in a cup with a fluffy cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rzETkR1gvo/TeD9rALSH7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gr41zFRT9IE/s1600/photo%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rzETkR1gvo/TeD9rALSH7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gr41zFRT9IE/s320/photo%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611764050927165362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teriyaki chicken with the lazy egg at Pasta Zanmai. Dont ask why the egg is lazy hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFkqC67b9dM/TeD9qyb9UII/AAAAAAAAAVI/P9S88GCIKZU/s1600/246809_10150205927972328_644952327_6992657_988733_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFkqC67b9dM/TeD9qyb9UII/AAAAAAAAAVI/P9S88GCIKZU/s320/246809_10150205927972328_644952327_6992657_988733_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611764047239008386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pre-party yum cha session at Zouk Cafe Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox9CTEt4ezo/TeEADeyQABI/AAAAAAAAAVg/y6oawnyr7BI/s1600/DSC06648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox9CTEt4ezo/TeEADeyQABI/AAAAAAAAAVg/y6oawnyr7BI/s320/DSC06648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611766670483783698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beulah and CP at Giovino Changkat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I missed Miss Hew's birthday party cus I was down with viral infection and was having fever cannot crawl out of bed but went to sign up for yoga classes instead -_-". Will compensate with something in Phuket later. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyy...Fuket Phuket in another 5 days (that's what phuture thought me -_-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6696649741966629013?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6696649741966629013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/05/month-of-birthdays-and-too-much-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6696649741966629013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6696649741966629013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/05/month-of-birthdays-and-too-much-food.html' title='Month of birthdays and too much food'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixJ_q4TqpZs/TeD75hnzfnI/AAAAAAAAAVA/P49NEbvmXgw/s72-c/photo%25285%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-5601447957513733530</id><published>2011-05-10T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T06:29:43.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishy luck</title><content type='html'>I'm not a fish person. Really hate that fishy smell or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything fishy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what has gone wrong with my luck for the past few days. I kept taking fish, by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is the tuna sandwich in the morning. I was quite sure that I saw the other sandwiches were stuffed with egg and mayo but when I had my first bite then I went " god, why you created tuna" -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When came to lunch time, it was supposed to be my happy meal cus I've always love Shell's catering food. Really good stuff. There were some whitish fillet meat and I thought it was chicken fillet with some herbs on top. But again, it's a freaking fish fillet. There goes my happy meal. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dinner, the fishy luck continues... My brother ordered stingray bakar. But it was okay for me cus the ONLY fish I like is stingray, which does not have a shape of a fish at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now when I was in the plane heading back to KL, the air stewardess mistakenly gave me a fish meal instead of chicken. And I thought it was chicken until I eat it. -_-" I swear I will not take fish for 1 month. humphhh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-5601447957513733530?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/5601447957513733530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/05/fishy-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/5601447957513733530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/5601447957513733530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/05/fishy-luck.html' title='Fishy luck'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-8011704776069949211</id><published>2011-05-05T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T07:53:40.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nandosaphobia</title><content type='html'>Got a confession to make.. I'm officially self-diagnosed to have Nandosaphobia - fear of Nando's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really thanks to this guy, who persistently ask me to go eat Nando's every Friday (or rather two days) and my hint-dropping skill is really teruk that it was not strong enough to tell him to stop inviting me to go Nando's. Being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wiseman&lt;/span&gt;, he has decided to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; block&lt;/span&gt; my calendar in outlook to make sure I REMEMBER THE APPOINTMENT TO NANDO'S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject  : Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Venue    : Nando's&lt;br /&gt;Time      : Friday 1230-230pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCEPT|TENTATIVE|DECLINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the middle button to be polite but he obviously didnt get the hint. -_-" He just reminded me again today, really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sien&lt;/span&gt; already. Tomorrow's Friday. *sweatdroppingdownmyforehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, Nandosaphobia it is. DO NOT ASK ME TO GO LUNCH AT NANDOS. At least for 1-2 months. *frown*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-8011704776069949211?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/8011704776069949211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/05/nandosaphobia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8011704776069949211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8011704776069949211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/05/nandosaphobia.html' title='Nandosaphobia'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-8706041665822801085</id><published>2011-04-23T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T09:24:27.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist review</title><content type='html'>Remember I wrote a wishlist last december and I think it's time to see how far I have managed to cross out the items. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a Burberry bag&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;-- and I got myself TWO - one for casual and one for more decent occasions *please kill me for being so irresistible when comes to Burberry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ7MfuvKCgk/TbL69ZT0lEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5AnOqOdW3XI/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ7MfuvKCgk/TbL69ZT0lEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5AnOqOdW3XI/s320/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598813219447936066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a Prada wallet&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;-- cannot realize cus bought two Burberries *stab myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a Macbook Air&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;-- this has to wait. My humble lappy is still hanging on his last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a Rayban aviator&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;-- got an aviator but not Rayban. MBMJ is not that bad after all. Still by American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AXwYI2uXwYY/TbL8TAD7yxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/K9V2hGTRaRA/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AXwYI2uXwYY/TbL8TAD7yxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/K9V2hGTRaRA/s320/photo%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598814690139163410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a pair of grey faded skinny jeans&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;-- bought many other things except for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a pair of mary jane pumps&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;-- got it and love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a customized hikki rose gold necklace&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;-- this one.. maybe someone very kind out there can help me to strike this off my wishlist =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, got 3 + 1 out of 7 items.. Feels really good to buy stuff for self using own savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy doinking and today's a stomach-too-full day again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-8706041665822801085?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/8706041665822801085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/04/wishlist-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8706041665822801085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8706041665822801085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/04/wishlist-review.html' title='Wishlist review'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ7MfuvKCgk/TbL69ZT0lEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5AnOqOdW3XI/s72-c/photo%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-5625575109600178171</id><published>2011-04-22T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:19:50.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frenemy</title><content type='html'>Learned a new word today - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frenemy &lt;/span&gt;from the movie I watched just now " Just go with it" by Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like " ahh.. so this is the word to describe your friend who is also your enemy" Haha.. btw, that movie is really hilarious. Never had such a very good laugh since a very long time. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow older, I realized that there are so many frenemies around us , be it your classmates or your close friends, in this case mostly are female (dunno why). I never have any problem with male friends because they are so much more straight forward. Their answer is always either yes or no, there is no "erms". Female friends tend to be nice to you but at the same time they gossip with your other friend about your personal life and not knowing how hurt is it to know that the friend you once trusted actually turn their back against you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so thankful that I do have bunch of lovely girl-friends who can talk from food to personal problems, to shoes, to dresses, to boyfriends and back to food and the conversation can lasts whole night. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the ratio of Frenemies : Frens in your facebook list is more than 2, then it's time to re-look into your attitude towards your friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-5625575109600178171?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/5625575109600178171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/04/frenemy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/5625575109600178171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/5625575109600178171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/04/frenemy.html' title='Frenemy'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-7183943265417781429</id><published>2011-04-18T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T07:21:28.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#4 Open water in a cup without spilling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLuNdlclC4A/Ta2aW0R6NcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ln0xKymsUNE/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLuNdlclC4A/Ta2aW0R6NcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ln0xKymsUNE/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597299628672955842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an amazing feeling to peel the lid off without water spilling out on a plane. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-7183943265417781429?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/7183943265417781429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/04/4-open-water-in-cup-without-spilling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7183943265417781429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7183943265417781429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/04/4-open-water-in-cup-without-spilling.html' title='#4 Open water in a cup without spilling'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLuNdlclC4A/Ta2aW0R6NcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ln0xKymsUNE/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-7421796337906436634</id><published>2011-04-16T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T09:23:49.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme to kill time #1</title><content type='html'>I actually hate meme so much that I will give -_- this face if someone tag me in meme. But today I'm just too bored&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; over the flooding of Sarawak election results update (and they lost :( )&lt;/span&gt; and wanna write do this.. Totally random questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First thing you wash in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Hair , cus shower head is above my head -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your favorite hoodie&lt;br /&gt;definitely white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you plan outfits?&lt;br /&gt;yes for girls night out or weddings ( reminds me to start "designing" my bridesmaid dress for Angie's wedding *horror*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, my mind is not thinking the normal way nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Whats the closest thing to you that's red?&lt;br /&gt;blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having.&lt;br /&gt;Cant remember and havent master inception =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you meet anybody new today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;Banana leaf rice with lots of papadum argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you floss?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?&lt;br /&gt;dislike half-cooked cabbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you emotional?&lt;br /&gt;Very. sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever counted to 1,000?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, counting sheeps when I cannot sleep (but it doesnt work on me.bluek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?&lt;br /&gt;BITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Yurp, long straight hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Not when I'm being too skeptical about things. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you go out to eat with Obama?&lt;br /&gt;YES and tell him to become our PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to say - adjoa skinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are your parents strict?&lt;br /&gt;One is, one isnt *horror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you go sky diving?&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSS x1000 times if im financially fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, minimal cheese for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever met a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, do concert counts? If yes, the latest would be Wonder Girls. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nobody nobody but chew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;iks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you rent movies often?&lt;br /&gt;Never rent any before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in?&lt;br /&gt;Nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many countries have you visited?&lt;br /&gt;I have to count starting from kiddo :&lt;br /&gt;Australia (perth)&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia (too young that time,cant really rmb)&lt;br /&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;China ( Beijing, Shanghai, Hangzhou, Suzhou, Wuxi, Nanjing, Guilin)&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong ( for me its not part of China.hehe)&lt;br /&gt;Macau&lt;br /&gt;Korea -seoul only ;(&lt;br /&gt;U.K&lt;br /&gt;France&lt;br /&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;Austria&lt;br /&gt;Belgium&lt;br /&gt;Holland&lt;br /&gt;Luxembourg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. 14 out of 195 countries in the world. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you made a prank phone call?&lt;br /&gt;Only prank text cus I cant lie properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ever been on a train?&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Brown or white eggs?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you have a cell-phone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, even 3 years old kid owns an iPhone nowadays and most probably go to school with an iPad 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you use chopsticks?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, using chopsticks to eat makes to food taste better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Can you use chop sticks?&lt;br /&gt;Can but wrong way of holding it.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; a disgrace to the chinese culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who are you going to be with tonight?&lt;br /&gt;All on my own and my many plushies on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. I think I'm not the forgiving type of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and heart broken many times. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Erm... not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Ever have cream puffs?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;........ last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What was the last question you asked?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, asking a friend whether he managed to buy the stuff he wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite time of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;No, not decent for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;Quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Nope, not in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever walked into a wall?&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRR.. I walked into a glass few weeks ago. blushed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, on people's arms. Phiakkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is your hair curly?&lt;br /&gt;Original is wavy , now is straight hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What was the last CD you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Khalil Fong - timeless &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pirated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do looks matter?&lt;br /&gt;If I say no , I will be hypocrite. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;Till now still cannot forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Is your phone bill sky high?&lt;br /&gt;YURPPP.. RM800 highest record. got heartache while paying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you like your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;It's a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when I'm alone in hotel. -_- (gonna be alone in hotel again tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but will feel very depressing like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you have good vision?&lt;br /&gt;-4.25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?&lt;br /&gt;One...two..three... so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. The last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Black shirt with garfield and black shorts (hiding under blanket cus too cold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.What is your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;retriever,sheepdog, schnauzer, sausage dog and white wabbit with big ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;in Belgium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Can you hula hoop?&lt;br /&gt;Dont think so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. What was the most recent thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;A glass of sangria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;luckily, no. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheww.. really can kill time.. took 30minutes. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-7421796337906436634?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/7421796337906436634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/04/meme-to-kill-time-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7421796337906436634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7421796337906436634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/04/meme-to-kill-time-1.html' title='Meme to kill time #1'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6508848709529296816</id><published>2011-04-15T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:05:20.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of fairy tale</title><content type='html'>I always thought that princesses will eventually get married to princes. But I finally made to believe that there is no happily ever after, no matter how hard you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only have high probability of a happy ending in relationship during the era when there is no mobile phones, no internet, no ICQ, no MSN, no Frienster, and no Facebook. Because that way guys cant flirt with random girls behind his gf, girls cant post mushy messages on the guys' wall and make the guy felt embarrassed and the friends wouldn't have any gossips to spread and badmouth your relationship. That's the era of our parents and grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my wish in the Notre-Dame did not come true. I shall accept the ending of my fairy tale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6508848709529296816?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6508848709529296816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/04/end-of-fairy-tale.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6508848709529296816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6508848709529296816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/04/end-of-fairy-tale.html' title='The end of fairy tale'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-7115538468416691961</id><published>2011-04-09T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T01:01:09.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waggy tails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOoSYJrD5Nk/TaFfDuYeBiI/AAAAAAAAATI/PXZckx8hnAI/s1600/2011_hop_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOoSYJrD5Nk/TaFfDuYeBiI/AAAAAAAAATI/PXZckx8hnAI/s320/2011_hop_022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593856729765774882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched HOP yesterday and feeling really cute today. Ok, actually I'm bias to wabbits and doggies so I love any movies with either of these pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters in HOP are really cute (again) ! The main character is E.B. the  Easter bunny who wants to be a drummer, the main cast is Cyclops - James Warsden who has no inspiration in what he wants to do in life. I totally understand him cus our education system made us what we are today. Everyone just wants a high income job, go home on time and watch tv at home or hit the club every Friday night. Nobody talks about ambition that rises from own interest. Bleh. Ok back to the cute story. There is also a chick leader who wants to take over the Easter Bunny factory, which is really hilarious cus the chick tends to imitate a bunny in front of E.B. 's father -the Easter Bunny who is responsible for Easter candies and eggs around the world. Often when I watch this type of movie, I always have a happy feeling after the movie cus it brings us back to the time when we dont need to worry about problems that grown-ups need to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple story reminds me to live a simple life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall marry anyone who gives me theseeeee cute doggiesss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-llgW-naPPts/TaFiPFqgxAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/F0qy5tASXq4/s1600/golden-retriever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-llgW-naPPts/TaFiPFqgxAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/F0qy5tASXq4/s320/golden-retriever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593860223528911874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhh.......Golden retriever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eaQy45PfDvc/TaFiPC0kzuI/AAAAAAAAATY/lwSmblavSDI/s1600/old%2Benglish%2Bsheepdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eaQy45PfDvc/TaFiPC0kzuI/AAAAAAAAATY/lwSmblavSDI/s320/old%2Benglish%2Bsheepdog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593860222765813474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Extremely bushy- Old English Sheepdog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M5fMEpFQIlY/TaFiPRdrgSI/AAAAAAAAATg/elUGRfL9bmM/s1600/schnauzer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M5fMEpFQIlY/TaFiPRdrgSI/AAAAAAAAATg/elUGRfL9bmM/s320/schnauzer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593860226696315170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smart looking Schnauzer (miniature)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TDc_eI1XRWQ/TaFiPv72zSI/AAAAAAAAATo/2tSKKXwLn-0/s1600/sausagedog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TDc_eI1XRWQ/TaFiPv72zSI/AAAAAAAAATo/2tSKKXwLn-0/s320/sausagedog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593860234875948322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loooooooong Sausage dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wonder my future house can house all these doggies..Waggy tails end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-7115538468416691961?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/7115538468416691961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/04/waggy-tails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7115538468416691961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7115538468416691961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/04/waggy-tails.html' title='Waggy tails'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOoSYJrD5Nk/TaFfDuYeBiI/AAAAAAAAATI/PXZckx8hnAI/s72-c/2011_hop_022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-1976315791226201932</id><published>2011-04-03T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:34:08.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong-ness continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lF-GEQ9CRns/TZllRL1m7pI/AAAAAAAAATA/JxHv45Q8hOI/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I forgot to insert post title for my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday guessed what? I entered a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; cinema hall and sat there for 10 minutes before I realized that the movie showing* is not the show I bought (with a geisha-looking lady throwing a knife at one guy with an exaggerated expression) -_- Worse still, I made my friends sat there wondering what movie we're watching until one point he asked "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eh what movie we're watching again??&lt;/span&gt;" and another friend quickly searched her iPhone for the english name of the cantonese movie. Finally she asked the person beside her and found out we entered the wrong cinema hall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the odds of entering a wrong cinema when there's cinema number  showing right outside the hall. And what's the odds of the seats we bought were empty in the other cinema where the rest of the seats on the same row are occupied. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. What is happening to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lF-GEQ9CRns/TZllRL1m7pI/AAAAAAAAATA/JxHv45Q8hOI/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lF-GEQ9CRns/TZllRL1m7pI/AAAAAAAAATA/JxHv45Q8hOI/s320/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591611758267002514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly fell in love with the Lomo Lomo apps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Just googled- the name of the movie showing in the wrong hall - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The butcher, The Chef and The Swordman &lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;-- please don't watch this movie. I suffered for 10 minutes watching it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-1976315791226201932?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/1976315791226201932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/04/gong-ness-continues.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1976315791226201932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1976315791226201932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/04/gong-ness-continues.html' title='Gong-ness continues...'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lF-GEQ9CRns/TZllRL1m7pI/AAAAAAAAATA/JxHv45Q8hOI/s72-c/photo%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-8290898530555337663</id><published>2011-03-28T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:27:05.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week is supposed to be an energetic week for me. Fully charged  after coming back from Ipoh (and the food) but somehow the gong-ness in  me start to kick in since Monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gong-ness scenario 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a  conversation with a friend about sarung party girls in Singapore and how  much they want to be married to an angmoh. Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Have  you heard of sarung party girls?&lt;br /&gt;Fren: yeah, of course! I'm a member  of SPG.&lt;br /&gt;Me : (puzzled) I thought SPG is starwood preferred guest?  What izit has to do with sarung party girls?&lt;br /&gt;Fren: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dont  tell me you use the points to redeem hotel rooms for sarung party  girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Went to google SPG  and realized SPG is a short form for sarung party  girls ...It was meant  to be a joke!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fren: Yaya. As a SPG member they will  provide SPG girls when you check in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ....... I googled  to get your joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dot Dot DOT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gong-ness Scenario 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was typing a text to my manager wanting to ask him  whether he is available to go to a meeting but this is what I almost  send out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Are you free for  mating this Friday?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is not really me who is  gong, it is the gong auto-correct on iPhone. If that message is sent  out, I will dig a hole beneath my work station and bury myself inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gong-ness Scenario 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  just walked into a glass at the exit of the restaurant. (and followed by people burst  into laughter while slapping their thighs behind me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I JUST DID SOMETHING STUPID AGAIN!!!!! I POSTED this blog in the WRONG account! OMG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh  please end my gong-ness.. I cannot take more of it already..ARRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-8290898530555337663?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/8290898530555337663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-week-is-supposed-to-be-energetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8290898530555337663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8290898530555337663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-week-is-supposed-to-be-energetic.html' title=''/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-7883057583609736626</id><published>2011-02-20T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:33:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#3 Holding the door for you</title><content type='html'>Have you ever experience walking behind someone and finally reach a glass door and that person in front of you just let the door slam right at your face after he went through the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. it happens all the time, especially after your movie ends when you walking through few flipping doors in Malaysia. However there is always exception. Last Friday morning, a foreign guy held the door for me after he went through. Something not taught in school but really hope that it becomes a habit for you to always hold the door for the next person after passing through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-7883057583609736626?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/7883057583609736626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-holding-door-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7883057583609736626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7883057583609736626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-holding-door-for-you.html' title='#3 Holding the door for you'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-9201274997586139998</id><published>2011-02-15T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T06:09:11.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 Receiving compliment for your little effort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/50227000/jpg/_50227795_smudge-rabbit-rosie-essex.-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 416px; height: 300px;" src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/50227000/jpg/_50227795_smudge-rabbit-rosie-essex.-.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I started socializing with people, I realized that little compliment can brighten up one's day easily. At least for me. Simply like " I love your little dress, where did you get it?", " The client really loves your idea!", "You have really good sense of direction" etc. It may be just a simple line, but for the one who receive it, it's a gesture to appreciate his/her effort in something. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great day today. I was told that I did a good job on my work, it draws a big smile on my face.  It is always a good idea to give a little compliment to people around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-9201274997586139998?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/9201274997586139998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/02/2-receiving-compliment-for-your-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/9201274997586139998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/9201274997586139998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/02/2-receiving-compliment-for-your-little.html' title='#2 Receiving compliment for your little effort'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-8844489006022327585</id><published>2011-02-13T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:02:39.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 Look on the bright side</title><content type='html'>Recently I read about this guy who write about 1000 awesome things (and even more now) in his blog &lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1000awesomethings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , which I thought it is AWESOME cus he wrote about the little things that we tend to overlook in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I would like to start my own list of things I see or smell that brightens up my life starting from today, Valentine's Day! (Happy Valentine's Day!). That way, I will learn to appreciate life and enjoy my life from a different perspective. I used to look at things quite negatively ( still do now but improving) and I hope this will help me to shift to a positive mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to wish everyone "Happy Chinese New Year and may all have a great year ahead with the bunnies!!" (My theme is matching the year of wabbit, hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doink. Doink. Doink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-8844489006022327585?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/8844489006022327585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/02/1-look-on-bright-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8844489006022327585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8844489006022327585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/02/1-look-on-bright-side.html' title='#1 Look on the bright side'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-4173911793169782013</id><published>2011-01-09T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T08:42:45.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes one.one.oneone</title><content type='html'>Happy belated merry christmas and happy belated new year to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from my long holiday in another side of the globe. And now fell sick =|&lt;br /&gt;My trip was... really dramatic. First my connecting flight to Aberdeen got cancelled when I reach Amsterdam, then I couldn't retrieve my luggage. So I had NO luggage for two weeks. Nothing. Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the cancelled flight, you know how did I manage to fly to Scotland in the end? I had to queue at the boarding gate hoping that there is empty seat on the next flight. Like world war II. Baby crying and everyone holding their passport trying to stuff to the counter officer. -_- I made a quick decision to change my destination to Glasgow and meet him there instead. After waiting for 16 hours in the airport, I managed to board the last flight to Glasgow and there were thousands of people still queueing to re-book their flight and no guarantee that there are seats for them cus 80% of the domestic flights were cancelled two days back so imagine people from three cancelled flights trying to board one flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my journey in the snowy Scotland with temperature below 0 to -5 degree celsius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Edinburgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqUHbGwRXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SgHr21k3AtU/s1600/DSC05421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqUHbGwRXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SgHr21k3AtU/s320/DSC05421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560419545198380402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edinburgh Castle - the one that inspires J.K.Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqUHrOz_QI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Kk-AoPfsz0U/s1600/DSC05428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqUHrOz_QI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Kk-AoPfsz0U/s320/DSC05428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560419549527145730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Scotland clans -different color represents different clans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqUH2jPWwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rUwNNM0Rr6I/s1600/DSC05410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqUH2jPWwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rUwNNM0Rr6I/s320/DSC05410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560419552565615362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see many Scottish performing the famous Scottish song using Great Highland Bagpipes along the street. And this pair of Santa Claus caught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqW-2unTiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jhiRYkUnC0A/s1600/DSC05379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqW-2unTiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jhiRYkUnC0A/s320/DSC05379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560422696529382946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Princes Street aka Shopping street where I shop for my clothes since I lost my luggage. Good excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqUIOv7s_I/AAAAAAAAAO8/RDHNFXy1IEY/s1600/DSC05335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqUIOv7s_I/AAAAAAAAAO8/RDHNFXy1IEY/s320/DSC05335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560419559061304306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Premier Inn - a chain hotel in the UK , highly recommended cus their price is as low as 29 pound and worth 3 stars - clean and strategic location&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Glasgow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqZYU-lzlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JTVOw36kYDg/s1600/DSC05437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqZYU-lzlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JTVOw36kYDg/s320/DSC05437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560425333169442386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buchanan Galleries in Glasgow - the city has nothing much to see, just a developed city with high rise buildings so the only activity I could think of is shopping. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqZYjmoZNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/FnYGTMHUckU/s1600/DSC05435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqZYjmoZNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/FnYGTMHUckU/s320/DSC05435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560425337095480530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shopping street - Buchanan street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqZYpMontI/AAAAAAAAAPc/X5Ds1DlBtw0/s1600/DSC05440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqZYpMontI/AAAAAAAAAPc/X5Ds1DlBtw0/s320/DSC05440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560425338597056210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spicy Malaysia Chicken!!! (take out Malaysia passport) The chicken doesnt really taste like Malaysian's chicken anyway. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqZY-UCTyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aizPPUiqeus/s1600/DSC05432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqZY-UCTyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aizPPUiqeus/s320/DSC05432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560425344265244450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben and Jerry's ice cream vendor machine - KC and I got very excited over vendor machine there cus feel very fun to insert coins. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After having enough Scottish checkered kilts, we moved on to the City of Love - Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Paris Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was almost 4pm by the time we checked in our hotel so we headed to Paris Chinatown - Avenue d'Ivry for dinner. The sun set at about 5-6pm there so we can't go to the tourist attraction by that time. Europe is basically dead at night unless you enjoy drinking. Only bars and clubs are open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSscaIkjgAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iVprMvi4ZEQ/s1600/DSC05668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSscaIkjgAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iVprMvi4ZEQ/s320/DSC05668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560569400221990914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally something not in French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSscaaFZl5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/dGLaw485lX0/s1600/DSC05672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSscaaFZl5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/dGLaw485lX0/s320/DSC05672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560569404923156370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chinatown is not as big as the one in London, but you just feel warm when you see people of your hair color and skin tone when you're in overseas. And mind you, you crave for rice and noodles ALOT when you're at foreign countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSscavDJEeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/3h02oWox0Ok/s1600/DSC05444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSscavDJEeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/3h02oWox0Ok/s320/DSC05444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560569410550829538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had Vietnamese beef rice noodles for dinner. The French sees  '&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(235, 239, 249);" title="vietnamese"&gt;vietnamiens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' food as 'chinois' food so the restaurant there are actually vietnamese food in general. Back to the history when French colonized Vietnam, a lot of them went over to Paris and vice versa Saigon is known as ' the eastern Paris'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Paris Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsca-47MEI/AAAAAAAAAQM/OkAu9dGinJA/s1600/DSC05458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsca-47MEI/AAAAAAAAAQM/OkAu9dGinJA/s320/DSC05458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560569414802944066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You wont missed this - the Eiffel tower between my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsca61-d9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/GzKB5IJVbE8/s1600/DSC05459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsca61-d9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/GzKB5IJVbE8/s320/DSC05459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560569413716834258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best to take photo from the garden because the other side is not empty space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSshBYc4DPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZB6SGSMp8dQ/s1600/DSC05473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSshBYc4DPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZB6SGSMp8dQ/s320/DSC05473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560574472546159858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Korean couple shooting their wedding photos under the Eiffel tower. Like romantic x2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSshCSZS_vI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LbZvGIj2dzE/s1600/DSC05474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSshCSZS_vI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LbZvGIj2dzE/s320/DSC05474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560574488100404978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can visit the second level or the top level of eiffel tower using elevator or stairs. Youth (12-26) always have reduced price in Europe, either for train ticket or attractions entrance fee.&lt;br /&gt;So better visit EU when you're still in the youth category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSshB-nAtEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/e0zHfGXCdCk/s1600/DSC05484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSshB-nAtEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/e0zHfGXCdCk/s320/DSC05484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560574482789217346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the second level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSshCv7hO_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vj0qTxUpii8/s1600/DSC05493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSshCv7hO_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vj0qTxUpii8/s320/DSC05493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560574496028572658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hungry again. food-hunting at Christmas Market nearby the tower. Good thing about going Europe during December is to have this traditional Christmas Market following the Germans culture all around Europe. This is the only time you can taste the local delicacies literally by the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSshDoUveuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kmE5qyBFqUo/s1600/DSC05494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSshDoUveuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kmE5qyBFqUo/s320/DSC05494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560574511166749410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hot chocolate or hot wine ( German's gluehwine) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSso-cvoY6I/AAAAAAAAARE/cTNm2FsN92I/s1600/DSC05507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSso-cvoY6I/AAAAAAAAARE/cTNm2FsN92I/s320/DSC05507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560583218251981730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few blocks away from Eiffel is the Arc de Triomphe - to honour those who fought and died for France in the French Revolutionary and the Napoleonic Wars. It stood at the intersection of 12 Avenues in Paris and the avenue facing right at the Arc is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;champs-Elysees&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSso-2VWieI/AAAAAAAAARU/bITmDnvHlZ4/s1600/DSC05528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSso-2VWieI/AAAAAAAAARU/bITmDnvHlZ4/s320/DSC05528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560583225121081826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;champs-Elysees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSso-n-VATI/AAAAAAAAARM/IhUTKJPwvLE/s1600/DSC05516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSso-n-VATI/AAAAAAAAARM/IhUTKJPwvLE/s320/DSC05516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560583221266415922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the infamous Louis Vuitton no.101 on the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;champs-Elysees&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Go in and you will see all the Asians inside. -_- And there was a Chinese couple 'begging' us to help them to buy some LV bags outside the store because they claimed that each customer is only allowed to buy 2 LV bags. They even showed us their LV bags but we really doubt the China Chinese so too bad. God knows what will happen if they gave us fake notes and we will spend the rest of our holiday in jail. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSso-0YVqpI/AAAAAAAAARc/YO9EqKN2Dj0/s1600/DSC05553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSso-0YVqpI/AAAAAAAAARc/YO9EqKN2Dj0/s320/DSC05553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560583224596736658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walk along the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;champs-Elysees&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and you will reach &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;musee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;du Louvre&lt;/span&gt;. Easily identified by the transparent pyramid. The admission fee is free for students and unemployed but I couldnt go there and tell them i'm unemployed so I had to pay 9.50euro. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSso_KLJwnI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ru2IGzqTlHQ/s1600/DSC05579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSso_KLJwnI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ru2IGzqTlHQ/s320/DSC05579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560583230447010418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone comes in to see her smile. =) Of course there are many other interesting paintings and sculptures in there. I bought a guide for 6 euro and it is really worth its price cus you don't go in and just stare at the paintings trying to be artistic and nod your head. So pleasee get a guide that is sponsored by Korean Air if you really wanna know the meaning behind the paintings and the history of it (so odd..why Korean Air, not Air France!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsvOZF89TI/AAAAAAAAARs/d3GdcXivRco/s1600/DSC05561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsvOZF89TI/AAAAAAAAARs/d3GdcXivRco/s320/DSC05561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560590089219536178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA.. I was quite speechless when I see this. Anyway, this is a pillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsvOr5pC6I/AAAAAAAAAR0/CA_VX-Vt7Lc/s1600/DSC05588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsvOr5pC6I/AAAAAAAAAR0/CA_VX-Vt7Lc/s320/DSC05588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560590094268173218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Da Vinci Code fans, the La Pyramide Inversee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Paris Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsvOm-TLVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/g_kx2I6aRco/s1600/DSC05596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsvOm-TLVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/g_kx2I6aRco/s320/DSC05596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560590092945534290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Galeries Lafayette - the shopping mall with the branded stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsxTavWvDI/AAAAAAAAASU/e3ApuBEZ5Q4/s1600/DSC05622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsxTavWvDI/AAAAAAAAASU/e3ApuBEZ5Q4/s320/DSC05622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560592374584228914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where I bought my mom a Longchamp bag. Burnt a hole in my wallet #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsvO7S7x8I/AAAAAAAAASE/WyHJYFmI1-o/s1600/DSC05613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsvO7S7x8I/AAAAAAAAASE/WyHJYFmI1-o/s320/DSC05613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560590098400790466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Headed to  &lt;em&gt;Sacré&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Cœur&lt;/em&gt;  - the church located on top of the hill at Montmartre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsvPCdQ2MI/AAAAAAAAASM/iC9ULDzqCwQ/s1600/DSC05617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsvPCdQ2MI/AAAAAAAAASM/iC9ULDzqCwQ/s320/DSC05617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560590100323162306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsxT4YqJzI/AAAAAAAAASk/hs32UGlAqKM/s1600/DSC05665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsxT4YqJzI/AAAAAAAAASk/hs32UGlAqKM/s320/DSC05665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560592382542096178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we walked to the Notre Dame where the hunchback lives. Hehe kidding. Magnificent view at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsxUHqUXRI/AAAAAAAAASs/9Ag7cmoigg8/s1600/DSC05656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsxUHqUXRI/AAAAAAAAASs/9Ag7cmoigg8/s320/DSC05656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560592386642697490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsxUWgXf1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/G0UyScG77gQ/s1600/DSC05632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsxUWgXf1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/G0UyScG77gQ/s320/DSC05632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560592390627491666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsxTo_H_MI/AAAAAAAAASc/g-0OEsxqnxY/s1600/DSC05631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSsxTo_H_MI/AAAAAAAAASc/g-0OEsxqnxY/s320/DSC05631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560592378408467650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the cathedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really need 1 more day in the city of love because there is so much to see but too little time. =| It's my second time in Paris but I think walking on my own really gives a whole new Parisian experience than having a tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next doink: London, Belgium and Holland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-4173911793169782013?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/4173911793169782013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/01/here-comes-oneoneoneone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4173911793169782013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4173911793169782013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2011/01/here-comes-oneoneoneone.html' title='Here comes one.one.oneone'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TSqUHbGwRXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SgHr21k3AtU/s72-c/DSC05421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-7521941904348235051</id><published>2010-12-11T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T20:15:34.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pretty one</title><content type='html'>The blog that I recently found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jamiechin.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The bunny and panda lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's hot, and not slutty. And I love her bunny post every sunday.&lt;br /&gt;She also reminds me of Kelly Lin, the HK actress. Like a cuter version of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TQRMLk-EmNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HqKwlKY80LM/s1600/kelly%2Blin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TQRMLk-EmNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HqKwlKY80LM/s320/kelly%2Blin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549644402613590226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jamiechin.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-7521941904348235051?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/7521941904348235051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/12/pretty-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7521941904348235051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7521941904348235051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/12/pretty-one.html' title='The pretty one'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TQRMLk-EmNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HqKwlKY80LM/s72-c/kelly%2Blin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-1242622764813993535</id><published>2010-12-10T04:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T05:36:06.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that have gone stale on my wishlist</title><content type='html'>Ever since I've started earning my own bucks, my wishlist got longer and longer. Sometimes seeing people on the street owning it makes me feel like a loser. Like the bag or gadget or clothes are saying ' too badd you cannot afford this." direct at my face. The feeling is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I've managed to get some of the items crossed out after saving real hard at meals, and strictly no unnecessary expenditure when I go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my first pair of levi's jeans. Can you believe that I can only own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; pair of levi's jeans after being human for 24 years. (Okay a bit exaggerate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the iphone 4. Bought it with my first bonus. *muakss my i4*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TQIpNseDDmI/AAAAAAAAANo/mJ-Ht4I_WT4/s1600/DSC05321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TQIpNseDDmI/AAAAAAAAANo/mJ-Ht4I_WT4/s320/DSC05321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549043006126100066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things on my wishlist stays in my wishlist , like forever.. cus each time I look at the price tag, I told myself " Maybe next time." (when's next time anyway??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Bur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;rry&lt;/span&gt; bag. A &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt; wallet. A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;macbook air&lt;/span&gt; or a pair of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ray&lt;/span&gt;ban aviator *omg drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there are still some achievable targets as simple as a pair of grey faded skinny jeans (it was in my wishlist ever since I can actually wear skinny jeans , cus I was too plump to wear one then), a pair of mary jane pump ( because the one I had spoilt. loveeee it!) and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hikki&lt;/span&gt; rose gold necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can cross out more items on my wishlist when I'm in Europe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihateacdihateacdihateacdihateacdihateacdihateacdihateacdihateacd. justwannarelievemystress. *backtostudy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-1242622764813993535?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/1242622764813993535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-that-have-gone-stale-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1242622764813993535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1242622764813993535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-that-have-gone-stale-on-my.html' title='Things that have gone stale on my wishlist'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TQIpNseDDmI/AAAAAAAAANo/mJ-Ht4I_WT4/s72-c/DSC05321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-907332141282517679</id><published>2010-12-06T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:59:32.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about the mad, madworld.</title><content type='html'>I was hesitating whether to go or not. But in the end I went, and I'm glad that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madworld, a stage show with contemporary choreography and meaningful plots narrating about what value that we should uphold in life regardless of poor or rich. I dint expect Malaysia to have such high standard production as I have been to the West-end and I must say if the lion king I watched in UK rated 10/10, the madworld rates 8/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/emmelie/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madworld.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/madworld-preview1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 478px;" src="http://www.madworld.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/madworld-preview1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo taken from their website- &lt;a href="http://madworld.my/"&gt;madworld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not a Christian, but I enjoyed the dance and the singing. Especially the little girl who played the Angel. Her voice is definitely a inspiring one, reminds me of how we were when we are young. We used to share food in our container with the rest of the classmates and feeling contented at the end of the day, but now when we grow up, noone are willing to share , and rather see others to be in trouble to please themselves. I miss being a child, no burden and there is no reason to be selfish. Life was simple then. School, homework, eat, play, nothing else. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=e7047792a9&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12cbbde04726012d&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 734px; height: 547px;" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=e7047792a9&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12cbbde04726012d&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really grainy photo, yucko! forgot to bring camera sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=e7047792a9&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12cbbdd1184b9e1f&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 739px; height: 550px;" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=e7047792a9&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12cbbdd1184b9e1f&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the show. Last show of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wish that talented people do not lost hope in producing more high quality plays or musicals like this, cus I really think that spending weekends in shopping malls are not very healthy for me. Not only you spend more buying unnecessary things, you also lose quality time with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till doink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-907332141282517679?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/907332141282517679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-about-mad-madworld.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/907332141282517679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/907332141282517679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-about-mad-madworld.html' title='All about the mad, madworld.'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-4626387810746174834</id><published>2010-11-24T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T06:04:15.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My acne regimen</title><content type='html'>My brother commented this " Your room is like a laboratory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the bottles (of chemicals) on my desk, all my acne quick-fix and some failed experiment.*kabooommm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TO0Uvk8NsYI/AAAAAAAAANg/3esdT9eRh0I/s1600/photo%25284%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TO0Uvk8NsYI/AAAAAAAAANg/3esdT9eRh0I/s320/photo%25284%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543109523965587842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm pretty sure every girls did experiments on their face each time they have break-outs, especially when there is important occasion to attend in the coming weekends, or the promoter managed to persuade you into the effectiveness of the anti-acne product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my acne regimen, that I apply religiously when panic button triggered,like now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No photos please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anti-acne cream prescribed by doctor, basically it is the normal benzoyl peroxide 5% that all the anti-acne gel has. Some are 10% (which explains the Oxy 5, 10 etc) *tettt* not  as effective as you see from TV advert! /put it aside 1/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dermalogica Overnight clearing gel - effective if you have patience. Not an immediate zits remedy. 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pure vitamin E by Natur-E - to clear my acne scar, thanks to the extractions during facial. Quite effective  -_- 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nixoderm - the legendary white cream that can clear your zits within few days. Just bought one today. *bang myself against the laptop* yet to discover the miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Aiken Tea Tree Oil - typical acne gel, i can tell you to forget about this product. It is rubbish.  0/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fobancort cream prescribed by doctor, because I had an allergy on my face. Itchiness melanda so doctor gave me that. The instruction says it is to prevent bacteria infection on skin.  Guess this is not for acne so I dint apply it after the itchiness is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best way to prevent acne:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallons of water &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;achievable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 hours of beauty sleep &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;difficult to achieve unless weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strictly no oily/spicy food &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;a bit diffcult to achieve due to the nature of Malaysian food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise to relieve stress &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;slightly difficult to achieve because of weather, timing, no budget for gym, the list goes on.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping therapy &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;YEAH!! definitely achievable and effective if my pay is +5k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The country needs girls to boom the economy. What to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-4626387810746174834?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/4626387810746174834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-acne-regimen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4626387810746174834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4626387810746174834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-acne-regimen.html' title='My acne regimen'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TO0Uvk8NsYI/AAAAAAAAANg/3esdT9eRh0I/s72-c/photo%25284%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-1327013665775164784</id><published>2010-11-12T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:28:49.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>Burpppp* I had a happy stomach after 3 days of nice food during the long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is the birthday dinner at Ducking Tycoon, Jalan Ampang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4R35BG8AI/AAAAAAAAALw/lP0ebp4GZuU/s1600/DSC03962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4R35BG8AI/AAAAAAAAALw/lP0ebp4GZuU/s320/DSC03962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538884243608236034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dishes we had were really special, putting aside the normal dishes you can get from other chinese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4SrGlZvUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MCxYBKVKlu8/s1600/DSC03964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4SrGlZvUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MCxYBKVKlu8/s320/DSC03964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538885123423452482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4THuAc4sI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3L4gkRbq4FQ/s1600/DSC03965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4THuAc4sI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3L4gkRbq4FQ/s320/DSC03965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538885615042224834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunken prawn - they put the fresh prawn into the pot and steam it using heated stones for few minutes, demostrated in front of us.=P The pot has the herbal soup, making the prawn really juicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4T34W8jwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/uJ_P58XSUDA/s1600/DSC03969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4T34W8jwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/uJ_P58XSUDA/s320/DSC03969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538886442454650626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fish fillet with crispy topping. I dont fancy fish, but the sauce is unique, with a bit of hot mayo taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4U59yyj8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJDqeKoNMc4/s1600/DSC03972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4U59yyj8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zJDqeKoNMc4/s320/DSC03972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538887577784979394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the highlight of the dinner: Suckling pig !! I pulled her leg off after eating her skin. carnivorous me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4U6QcSqDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/lbR4Q6qX4Pw/s1600/DSC03974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4U6QcSqDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/lbR4Q6qX4Pw/s320/DSC03974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538887582790887474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mushroom with cauliflower and fake abalone( actually it is clam meat) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4WgNz6AQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HUWyTAaMouI/s1600/DSC03985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4WgNz6AQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HUWyTAaMouI/s320/DSC03985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538889334431285506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lime jelly with crushed ice ( like the one I always had in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pusing Pasar Malam&lt;/span&gt;. *nostalgic*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4U7A3tqbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BLMVdR4LaRw/s1600/DSC03981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4U7A3tqbI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BLMVdR4LaRw/s320/DSC03981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538887595790805426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My birthday cake =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4U7jLZjkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/51haW4Uv-7g/s1600/DSC03971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4U7jLZjkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/51haW4Uv-7g/s320/DSC03971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538887605000179266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Second part of my celebration is at Midvalley with kl and Beu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4eJ5ly8fI/AAAAAAAAANA/vw766-AbZZw/s1600/DSC04000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4eJ5ly8fI/AAAAAAAAANA/vw766-AbZZw/s320/DSC04000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538897747139293682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti Grill. Recommended for friends get-together because the menu is ala Chili's but cheaper. Portion is big too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4eKW7Lv3I/AAAAAAAAANI/_6bOVWBp7EM/s1600/DSC04006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4eKW7Lv3I/AAAAAAAAANI/_6bOVWBp7EM/s320/DSC04006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538897755013627762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day is my K-day with elvina and jiaann. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4gp0EbsNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EfPGV5mB97Y/s1600/photo%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4gp0EbsNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EfPGV5mB97Y/s320/photo%25284%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538900494436249810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4gqJPaWZI/AAAAAAAAANY/V3Na3aDHBCU/s1600/photo%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4gqJPaWZI/AAAAAAAAANY/V3Na3aDHBCU/s320/photo%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538900500119443858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photos taken using my iphone because I brought my camera but I left the battery at home. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-1327013665775164784?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/1327013665775164784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/11/post-birthday-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1327013665775164784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1327013665775164784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/11/post-birthday-celebration.html' title='Post birthday celebration'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TN4R35BG8AI/AAAAAAAAALw/lP0ebp4GZuU/s72-c/DSC03962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6022870075419356125</id><published>2010-11-04T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:18:09.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm now officially &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;twenty-four&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Purposely write in words so that it is not so obvious. &lt;/span&gt;*doink*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always one year behind everyone who is my age, due to the fact that my birthday is at year end. And it is always one day before or on the Deepavali itself, hence not many really pay attention to my birthday. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning, I woke up and dragged my feet to work while telling myself 'happy birthday'. Just when I thought that my birthday will be celebrated quietly just the past years, I received a call from an anonymous. The conversation goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A: Hello.. ini Ho kah?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: ya.. sape ni?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A: Ini flower delivery. Boleh turun ambik bunga?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: *surprised!!* OO..Ok, you tunggu dekat tower 1?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A: Ya... *hang up*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took the lift down to collect my flower. And the ride in the lift was the longest I've ever took. Carrying the bouquet up to my floor is a challenge. I halted at the scanning machine, hesitating whether to put the bouquet onto the conveyor belt to go through the scan. The guard seemed to be reading my mind, and said &lt;i&gt;" Dik, tak payah scan. nanti hancur bunga ko. "&lt;/i&gt; I smiled and thanked him. What a thoughtful guard =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs470.ash2/74364_449330498726_709103726_5442798_4292319_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 537px; height: 720px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pink rose with forget-me-not (my favourite flower)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The chinese words says 'salty tou sa' , it is actually a biscuit  from Ipoh that I like to eat, something like Tambun biscuit but bigger in size and very very yummy. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And he called. =) Anyway he managed to pull out this surprise cus he &lt;i&gt;tipu&lt;/i&gt; me the day before. Saying that he will be at offshore for 1 week and won't be able to call me. -_- Made me so emo for few days and suddenly gave me heart attack. The surprise dint end there, he took a video with birthday wishes from his friends in German, Spanish, Mandarin, and his Scottish English. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watch the video &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=496662466577&amp;amp;comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Really made my day. (((((=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not to forget the wishes that floods my fb, hp, email and communicator. They have really made my day. Thankiusssssssss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The post birthday celebration starts today. stay doinks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6022870075419356125?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6022870075419356125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6022870075419356125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6022870075419356125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6855765040003625459</id><published>2010-10-09T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T07:57:35.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iphone Vier. MYPR. The switch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The title suggests the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;up-and-down-and-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; of my recent days. doinks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The phone that I've been dreaming day and night to hold it in my hand is finally here! and I'm now the official owner of the iphone vier (4) and it has been sleeping beside my pillow with me every night =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs331.ash2/61170_434174868726_709103726_5166806_1845677_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 537px; height: 720px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The first picture I took using the phone. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I was pretty lucky to get it on the third day of the public launch, at Pyramid outlet because of shorter queue. And now Maxis and Digi are re-stocking hence the iFans need to be a little bit more patient. (As usual, the marketing strategy is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;less is more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;, the less stock they keep, the more gan-jeong is the crowd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The first person captured using my i4 is Jes with her Nando's meal! Hahah.. been wanting to have the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;uploaded via iPhone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; appearing in my fb for a long time. We went for the donnie yen's new movie at Pavillion. My comments would be -the storyline is fine.Donnie Yen is as usual, yeng. the settings is great. the action shots are impressing. but Shu Qi is totally a disaster. Sigh, maybe she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tehh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; the producer to make her the main cast in the movie. Her acting is disappointing, as usual and make the movie look so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cheapo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. Shame on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs331.ash2/61158_434667238726_709103726_5174591_7012984_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 537px; height: 720px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The down side of this week is M.Y.P.R. FYI, M.Y.P.R is a compulsory write-ups on our performance every mid-year and year end. The objective is very simple. All we need to do to make sure you write as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;kua-jeong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; as possible on the sesame-sized effort you've put in through the past 6 months. Very easy as it sounds, but in fact it took me 2 days to write it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;as kua-jeong as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But you think we are the most exhausting person in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;M.Y.P.R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. You're WRONG. There will be a group of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;jokers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;sitting in the meeting room from 9am to 7pm (most optimistic case) and discuss on the fantastic write-ups we've submitted and determine which fella wrote most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;kua-jeong-ly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Great. Let's move on to something more enlightening. I've watched a great movie today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;with one of my primary schoolmates today at Midvalley, it is a girl btw (and quite lenglui).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Back to the movie* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The switch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The story is about erm.. should I spoil it here? It is a great movie so I shall leave it to you to watch it in cinema, with your loved ones. =) The enlightening part is ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*spoiler please click to view.jokingggg!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;here is this kid, very cutey boy who doesn't know who his father is because her mom got pregnant using a random guy's seed and din't wanna tell him who his father is.  His hobby is to collect photo frames without putting any photos in it and his mom thought he has an odd interest. His mom's best friend, a-nother cute guy gave him a photo frame without the original model photo in it, and the cute boy replied," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is not new. There is no photo in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;". He(the boy) was disappointed. Later in the story, the man found out the reason behind his hobby. The cute boy has been imagining the model in the photo as his family members. The old man in the photo as his grandpa. The couple and son as his parents. The golfer as his father's brother.. etcc..he even tell stories of them like they are real in life. and they are all over his bedroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That scene makes me reflect on spending more time with family members. Imagine one day they are gone, and I will definitely regret for not doing that earlier. We don't wanna be like the cute boy right? Imagining random models as our love ones. A lot of my friends are not locals in KL, and they are spending way lesss time at home than I do. And I'm very grateful that I'm at home, with meals prepared, with clothes nicely folded everyday when I reach home. Many of my friends asked me this question," What do you do during weekend?" most probably they expected me to answer something like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"watch movie" , " shopping" or " holiday in somewhere"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; but I always reply with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" stay at home and watch TV or play mahjong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; . Right after I say that, I always see the bubble speech above their head with the message &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" sigh.. what a boring life. Should go party moree! Zouk! Velvet! Luna Bar! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; But yeah, that's my answer and I'm proud of it because I spend more quality time with my family members. at home. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Weekend is ending tomorrow. Gonna be in Bintulu for the first time next week, and looking forward to meet up with Jes, Ed and the rest. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6855765040003625459?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6855765040003625459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/10/iphone-vier-mypr-switch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6855765040003625459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6855765040003625459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/10/iphone-vier-mypr-switch.html' title='Iphone Vier. MYPR. The switch.'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-2136619003710215918</id><published>2010-09-20T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:53:11.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 hours apart</title><content type='html'>For some people, 7 hours is nothing. Even going to overseas such as singapore is only 5hours+ apart in the same timezone. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me..&lt;br /&gt;It means that when he sleeps, I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;It means that when he wakes up, I'm ready to leave office.&lt;br /&gt;It means that when he goes out, I reach home.&lt;br /&gt;It means that when he eats breakfast, I eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;It means that when he comes home, I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It means that I can only talk to him for less than 1 minute and hang up.&lt;br /&gt;It means that our chatting time is 430pm -5pm Malaysia time just before I finish work.&lt;br /&gt;It means that I look forward to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the next day's&lt;/span&gt; facebook posting so that I know what is happening in that timezone.&lt;br /&gt;It means that I cannot call him even if I got into accident or my neighbour's dog ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is I still have &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;31&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;536&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;000 secs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; or more to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I am gonna be okay with 7 hours apart but now, I think I need a cave.&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/2148851988463070717-2136619003710215918?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/2136619003710215918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/09/7-hours-apart.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/2136619003710215918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/2136619003710215918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/09/7-hours-apart.html' title='7 hours apart'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-2751776903093524613</id><published>2010-07-29T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T05:56:15.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you</title><content type='html'>To the person, you know who are you. This is for you. I know you have heard me playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;live &lt;/span&gt;before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'First time'&lt;/span&gt; (dont think too much people) . Just wanna recall the many many first times of us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; talking on the phone /video call when the nurse is giving me a jab on the hospital bed;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; going to cameron highland spontaneously;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; I scald my hand with a jug of hot water because of you (before french exam!!) ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; holding hand in pasar malam;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; watching a lousy movie in cinema but yet feel very contented;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; going to an island , also spontaneously;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; going abroad for vacation;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; being chased by your doggy mon mon;&lt;br /&gt;and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I'm a lousy pianist who dint manage to finish grade 8. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-93e5457381fb5bcb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93e5457381fb5bcb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332917073%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A6B0512C645E750B80E7E2F2C5A548F4F6C6721.759784474E0CD978BBAAC834FE1ABF4B74EC87A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93e5457381fb5bcb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJZpN35klJDvsqR_YNsBsk02r-V4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93e5457381fb5bcb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332917073%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A6B0512C645E750B80E7E2F2C5A548F4F6C6721.759784474E0CD978BBAAC834FE1ABF4B74EC87A8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93e5457381fb5bcb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJZpN35klJDvsqR_YNsBsk02r-V4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-2751776903093524613?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/2751776903093524613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/2751776903093524613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/2751776903093524613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-for-you.html' title='This is for you'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-1053723718467953167</id><published>2010-07-16T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:14:16.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your score?</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in Kuching, just came home after kc's graduation photoshoot (aduh..just heard him snoring on his bed) -_-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days ago I arrived at KLIA quite early, so I went to flip some books in the bookstore. Saw an interesting book about relationship named " &lt;i&gt;Why Men Dont Have a Clue and Why Women always Need More Shoes&lt;/i&gt;" by Allan and Barbara Pease. One of the chapters talks about scoring in relationship. Here is some part that I remember and I add in some of my own thoughts (very funny/accurate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Social Occasion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl's scoring system&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. If guy holds girl's hand and walk into the room together  +4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Guy gets a drink for her +2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Guy greets an old schoolmate  0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. And the schoolmate name is Charmaine  -3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Both chatting away about old times ,leaving the girl not able to blend in  -5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Guy look back at the girl and smile  +20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy's scoring system&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Girl helps guy adjust his tie +3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Girl wears the dress guy bought 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Girl talks about guy's embarrassing moments in front of his friends -10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Girl chats with her girlfriends and leave the guy with his friends +5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Girl nags guy ' dont drink too much, dont eat too much meats etc" -20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On normal days:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl's scoring system&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Guy gives girl flower when expected 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Guy dint give flower when expected -5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Guy gives surprise +10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy's scoring system&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Girl gives present to guy 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. And it is a gadget (PS3 or anything electronics) +10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Girl questions guy's driving -5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. And tries to give direction when guy is driving -10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. At the same time gave wrong direction -20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl's scoring system&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Guy offers to wash dishes and take out garbage (knowing that girl will still do it at the end)  +5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Guy hugs girl when watching dvd +10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. And it is a romance movie +20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Girl is ignored when guy is surfing net/watching tv -5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy's scoring system&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Girl asks question when guy is watching tv -3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. And the question is " Do you love me? and if me and your mom fall into the sea,who will you save?" -10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Girl insists to watch 701 (where Glee is showing) when guy is watching 811/812/813/814 -10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Girl fell asleep on guy's shoulder while clinging on his arms when watching tv +5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are more but couldnt remember all. and the book is abit expensive so... I shall go flip again when I'm free. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-1053723718467953167?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/1053723718467953167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-your-score.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1053723718467953167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1053723718467953167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-your-score.html' title='What&apos;s your score?'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-3853626351024192417</id><published>2010-07-09T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T08:37:36.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky June</title><content type='html'>June was a lucky month for me. Winning even the simplest contest cheers me up quite well. Maybe cus I dont usually put high expectation and when the winning letter comes, I feel lucky. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a free night stay at Impiana KLCC at KKP 2010 by playing a simple game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDdBxiiaocI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ONzCciDMSic/s1600/DSC02733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDdBxiiaocI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ONzCciDMSic/s320/DSC02733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491930589942161858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a pair of freshkon Mosaic contact lenses from Cleo. Save my 1 month supply.hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDdByF_5GSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nWVNPtUhyX0/s1600/DSC02876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDdByF_5GSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nWVNPtUhyX0/s320/DSC02876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491930599461034274" 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/2148851988463070717-3853626351024192417?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/3853626351024192417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/07/lucky-june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3853626351024192417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3853626351024192417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/07/lucky-june.html' title='Lucky June'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDdBxiiaocI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ONzCciDMSic/s72-c/DSC02733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-668766911969330026</id><published>2010-07-03T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T00:53:39.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City escape</title><content type='html'>Just back from miri last weekend. The 5 days have been a really relaxing city escape for me. In a small city without the usual shopping malls, ignorant city folks and typical west msia food here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of the people i talk to who have never been to east malaysia, they tend to condemn people/things here by simply saying ' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their lifestyle is weird, they live in a rural area and they have yucko food there&lt;/span&gt;'. In fact, it is just a different way of living, just like people in europe, south africa, middle east, and states, they all have different culture. For people who thinks that East Malaysians do not know anything about splurges, you're wrong. Come and look at the size of their houses and you will be surprised. It is not ordinary bungalows, but a size of a castle I would say. They dont go to Pavilion/KLCC/Gardens to shop, they FLY to Singapore/Aussie/HK on frequent basis. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to my Miri trip with lots of unexpected events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rush from work to catch my flight at 1pm and met Slyvia, 1 year coursemate before she fly off to Missouri (her name is now Slyvia Derrickson) and her hubby on the same flight but dint dare to say hie to her cus wasnt quite sure its her until confirm with her on fb. What a reunion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgWF4WotDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ShAEEyW4J6E/s1600/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgWF4WotDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ShAEEyW4J6E/s320/P1010001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492164035860804658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slyvia is the girl sitting beside Edwin (OMG Ed so &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Miss Jaspreet (supposed to be Nata and kf's coursemate) and Kok Hoe (hmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then at night was a corporate dinner with Shell folks at marina bay restaurant. The dishes at the dinner redefine 'what is seafood dinner' for me. Putting aside the normal fish,prawns and crabs, they introduce a luxury version of it. Lobsters (Thumbs up) , Clams soup ( Thumbs up x2), Seasnails (my bosses dint dare to try it , i tried one and the Philippino guy took a few, in the end looked like untouched) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2&amp;amp;3 : Half day meeting at Shell, followed by city tour by tourguide Joshua and his friend Yuk Chang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must-see Grand Old Lady (first oil in Malaysia) attached with Petroleum Muzium at Canada Hill (see the name is way better than some Jalan Dato Dr Seri A Ahmad Samad etc etc ,which you cant even remember and makes your life so hard when you wanna key in the name in GPS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgYvoSiyVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/R4mEpejwQLw/s1600/DSC02743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgYvoSiyVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/R4mEpejwQLw/s320/DSC02743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492166952126433618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest hanging bridge in Miri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgaun3zh0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/i8eJGyt_0eI/s1600/DSC02750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgaun3zh0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/i8eJGyt_0eI/s320/DSC02750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492169133857670978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seahorse lighthouse (icon of Miri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgavG9c2xI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oNyAfyt1ILU/s1600/DSC02766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgavG9c2xI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oNyAfyt1ILU/s320/DSC02766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492169142202850066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some richmen house visit at the coastal area, apparently if you wana find a richman you can just drop by at Miri (except that if you dont mind chinaman type of richman). The two Tycoons in Miri/Sarawak is Shin Yang Group ( DATUK LING CHIONG HO) and SamLing Group ( DATUK YAW TECK SENG), they owns everything in Miri from timber business, supermarkets, shopping malls, hotels, palm oil estates, luckily not our platforms -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgavhvdT3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/JtpeZYtUU9o/s1600/DSC02756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgavhvdT3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/JtpeZYtUU9o/s320/DSC02756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492169149391916914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not the tycoon's house. Just an ordinary richman (grade 3/10 only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 10/10 one is unreachable,too far up the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 4: Borneo Rainforest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgawK_azbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SeS7Z6VBYvk/s1600/DSC02785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgawK_azbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SeS7Z6VBYvk/s320/DSC02785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492169160464715186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A huge resort with rainforest walk, farm walk, waterfall,orchard, fishing area, teambuilding area etc. And I bumped into Gan at the rainforest during lunch (after telling him I'm occupied through sms) cus he is having teambuilding there. What a place to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgg6WtYqHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/O0L6cCNz7Ew/s1600/DSC02788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgg6WtYqHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/O0L6cCNz7Ew/s320/DSC02788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492175932478761074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgg8Tp-ZaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tS4kFUiaf3U/s1600/DSC02823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgg8Tp-ZaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tS4kFUiaf3U/s320/DSC02823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492175966018889122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still got some pictures havent get from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgg7TrdrEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ho9-WyMvXHI/s1600/DSC02824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgg7TrdrEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ho9-WyMvXHI/s320/DSC02824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492175948845263938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The truck brings us on the rocky road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgg6_zkHhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6DxF2Jj3-S4/s1600/DSC02804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgg6_zkHhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6DxF2Jj3-S4/s320/DSC02804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492175943510531602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photographers walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgg77Z6F2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/WH2P2QliWcw/s1600/DSC02834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgg77Z6F2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/WH2P2QliWcw/s320/DSC02834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492175959509047138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor sheep, no more fur ad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgkGnPBaNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uIoQVxby0HA/s1600/DSC02851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgkGnPBaNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uIoQVxby0HA/s320/DSC02851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492179441608124626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boat ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgkHoyfvsI/AAAAAAAAALI/rMDL618Vwe8/s1600/DSC02856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgkHoyfvsI/AAAAAAAAALI/rMDL618Vwe8/s320/DSC02856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492179459205217986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hungry fishes when the guide throw food to them. Can simply catch a few for dinner bare handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgkILWzYdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ykv1EUYKDis/s1600/DSC02867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgkILWzYdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ykv1EUYKDis/s320/DSC02867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492179468484305362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The horse turned her body and showed her butt to me when i wanna take photo with her. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The highlight of the trip is...instant noodle and supersport and live report at facebook at the suite we stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgkHL7fpkI/AAAAAAAAALA/dKPwzWTVQww/s1600/DSC02868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgkHL7fpkI/AAAAAAAAALA/dKPwzWTVQww/s320/DSC02868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492179451458332226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He bought 5 packets of instant noodle and finished them at supper in two days . And kept telling me he is getting fatter.-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgkI2YUSZI/AAAAAAAAALY/f9I0k3knB_I/s1600/DSC02869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgkI2YUSZI/AAAAAAAAALY/f9I0k3knB_I/s320/DSC02869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492179480033380754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's where we witnessed Netherland's win and Germany's lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talking about teambuilding. I'm gonna have my department's tomorrow. Wonder how it will go.. (Erica and I have been donkeyed to do all the non-work related stuff and took away all our time for this teambuilding. So SIEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-668766911969330026?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/668766911969330026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/07/city-escape.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/668766911969330026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/668766911969330026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/07/city-escape.html' title='City escape'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TDgWF4WotDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ShAEEyW4J6E/s72-c/P1010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6325545704494710716</id><published>2010-06-17T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T07:34:40.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting day at the bank</title><content type='html'>It is not the first time I've encountered these in local banks. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;At the number counter;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S&lt;i&gt;taff #1: Miss, how can I help you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: I wanna open a XXX account.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Staff #1: Ok, here is your number. and please fill in this form.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: (puzzled) I have account in this bank already. Do I still need to fill in another form ? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;which the bank obviously have all my particulars in their system. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Staff #1: ya. Cus you're opening another account. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Ok then..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;30 minutes later...6010&lt;--finally my turn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Staff #2: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(dint even say anything and show a gesture asking me to hand over the form and my IC, then verify my fingerprint and type type type....proceed to print out something on a piece of paper without asking me what I wanna do)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(decided to interrupt because do not know what she is doing)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; Miss, I wanna open a XXX account. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Staff #2: O &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(continue typing and printing stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;( become impatient)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; Err.. I want to deposit  XXX.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Staff #2: O, please give me your ATM card and sign this document here and here&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; (without explaining to me what is the content/requirement)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(Alot of queries in mind but do not know whether she is paying attention to me)&lt;/span&gt; I still can deposit more in future right? And can I access it online?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Staff #2: Yes. Fill in this deposit form and sign here. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(Take everything away and go inside to get her boss's signature). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After 5 minutes, she came back and give me back my IC and ATM card, and tell me '&lt;i&gt;Okay, you can go now.&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Notice that she dint ask me what I wanna do and what is the requirement in the whole process, leaving me in question marks. -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is a common scene you can see in local bank and government departments. They ASSUME you know what to do, what to prepare and what is the procedure before you go for their services. Talking about 5 stars in customer service and developed country. &lt;b&gt;*puke* Maybe in 20020 la.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6325545704494710716?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6325545704494710716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/06/interesting-day-at-bank.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6325545704494710716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6325545704494710716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/06/interesting-day-at-bank.html' title='Interesting day at the bank'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-8933797362605603068</id><published>2010-05-30T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T04:02:24.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear spa</title><content type='html'>Have you heard of ear spa? I bet you never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just went for one, at the price of 145.50MYR and the duration is definitely longer than any spa you have been to. 3 hours continuously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Khalil Fong Timeless Concert&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first concert in Malaysia!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(I can hear some cheyyyy in the background)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a really good time yesterday night. It was the best concert I have ever been to so far,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even beats Jay Chou's, the first idol on my list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His soul music, his gifted voice and talent in playing instruments really deserve a big &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt; from audience. And that is the reason I insisted to go despite I have to go alone. You definitely want to see him sing live, it is way better than CD quality because of his spontaneity in soul music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other concerts I have been to are too main stream, where 30% of the concert is wasted on singers going backstage to change their clothes or special guest performance to fill in the gap when the singer go for toilet break. It did not happen in Khalil's concert, he wore a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; black blazer&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shirt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black jeans&lt;/span&gt;, a pair of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white sneakers&lt;/span&gt;, and of course his signature &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black frame glasses&lt;/span&gt; and sang continuously for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the chibi version of me before going to the concert. Too excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIvDO2PJuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HJHlJJn-QTI/s1600/DSC02571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIvDO2PJuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HJHlJJn-QTI/s320/DSC02571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476991829407639266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before concert starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIvDe0JRII/AAAAAAAAAHw/QBjPZPyrvOo/s1600/DSC02572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIvDe0JRII/AAAAAAAAAHw/QBjPZPyrvOo/s320/DSC02572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476991833693832322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIvEBlDqoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/J6LgzSNWSVY/s1600/DSC02576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIvEBlDqoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/J6LgzSNWSVY/s320/DSC02576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476991843025791618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted a few guys with the khalil-fong-inspired-hat and many many others who wore the khalil-fong-inspired-black-frame-glasses =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIvDw-C2jI/AAAAAAAAAH4/x4S-TMRqR_k/s1600/DSC02573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIvDw-C2jI/AAAAAAAAAH4/x4S-TMRqR_k/s320/DSC02573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476991838567193138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His special guest, a local singer Andrew Chan officiated the concert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because Khalil Fong didnt want him to kacau his concert hence let him sing one song at the beginning and nobody bother to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIvEVajR8I/AAAAAAAAAII/n63-lg6asXk/s1600/DSC02585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIvEVajR8I/AAAAAAAAAII/n63-lg6asXk/s320/DSC02585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476991848350435266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalil Fong busy changing instruments one after another song (From guitar, to bass, to piano, to keyboard, even the drums. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Salute Kaokao&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIwb95aSnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kVZXfSrOkR4/s1600/DSC02586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIwb95aSnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kVZXfSrOkR4/s320/DSC02586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476993353865906802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIwcHVC59I/AAAAAAAAAIY/vBaJQxUB5J8/s1600/DSC02595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIwcHVC59I/AAAAAAAAAIY/vBaJQxUB5J8/s320/DSC02595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476993356397733842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIwcuTV6rI/AAAAAAAAAIg/L8J-4N47yew/s1600/DSC02606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIwcuTV6rI/AAAAAAAAAIg/L8J-4N47yew/s320/DSC02606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476993366859573938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIwc3AeluI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ec6F3wMbGXY/s1600/DSC02617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIwc3AeluI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ec6F3wMbGXY/s320/DSC02617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476993369196369634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIwdJSpaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cbLZhxchBp8/s1600/DSC02638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIwdJSpaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cbLZhxchBp8/s320/DSC02638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476993374104414450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is his best picture I can capture from my seat, zoom max ad &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thats the only time I think of DSLR)&lt;/span&gt; =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIxnwF89nI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kfkHwk2dL9s/s1600/DSC02600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIxnwF89nI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kfkHwk2dL9s/s320/DSC02600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476994655830472306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIxoqLfL4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/-NdGKxPZrog/s1600/DSC02622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIxoqLfL4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/-NdGKxPZrog/s320/DSC02622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476994671422943106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He said to the crew 'take a bow" at the end (I thought he was going to sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take a bow&lt;/span&gt;.HAHAHA, how i wish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIxoFuBQSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/G2H33VgM-xs/s1600/DSC02641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/TAIxoFuBQSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/G2H33VgM-xs/s320/DSC02641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476994661635670306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few particular songs I like yesterday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Song&lt;br /&gt;Singalongsong&lt;br /&gt;三人遊&lt;br /&gt;每個人都會&lt;br /&gt;為妳寫的歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The songs from the singers that inspired him&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you - Glenn Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;Bad and Billie Jean - Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful tonight - Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;You are the sunshine of my life - Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically he is Hawaii-born, but a Hong Kong based singer and been raised up in China.&lt;br /&gt;So his first language is English, followed by Mandarin and Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few clips are recorded during the concert. Cant upload too many =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Khalil - Billie Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c08f7259d701545" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c08f7259d701545%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332917073%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49B14C4DCC7746CA3F08B019136CB214D810E1A9.29601D26884903FC94BA8B930A070070C9528C46%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c08f7259d701545%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSqwq_S_dtswFrT7ObrtuqZtLK5w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c08f7259d701545%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332917073%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49B14C4DCC7746CA3F08B019136CB214D810E1A9.29601D26884903FC94BA8B930A070070C9528C46%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c08f7259d701545%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSqwq_S_dtswFrT7ObrtuqZtLK5w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Khalil - 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Nokia 1202 - free one ( bro sign up for credit card and get a free phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://directvisionmalta.org/newshop/images/nokia-1202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 519px;" src="https://directvisionmalta.org/newshop/images/nokia-1202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confession: I really hate Nokia.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6485093745193895355?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6485093745193895355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-basic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6485093745193895355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6485093745193895355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-basic.html' title='Back to basic'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-281934825209346128</id><published>2010-05-27T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:18:47.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, MH1281 will be departing at 9pm. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-7.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, MH1281 will be departing at 9.30pm. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;8.45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;@$$#%^&amp;amp;*@&amp;amp;&amp;amp;!^*^!&amp;amp;!^*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I reached Kuantan airport at 515pm, trying to be smart to avoid the KL-flee-group on every Thursday, thinking that my 715pm flight will be on time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manatau&lt;/span&gt; the above announcement made me wait for a total of 4 hours at that stupid airport and bought a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;RM4 250ml milo in tin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;RM4 maggi instant noodle&lt;/span&gt; because it is dinner time and no other cafe is available. Really rip-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason I arrive safely at home is because today is wesak day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thankyou and amitofo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my phone looks like this. The statistic shows that each time I go east coast, my phone sure merajuk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_6jpOTuGZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lHAWHF2RaqY/s1600/DSC02551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_6jpOTuGZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lHAWHF2RaqY/s320/DSC02551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475994125539875218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do emergency synchronization to save my contacts, luckily got sony ericsson suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_6jpuJ7ubI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PDD5JGbDSHE/s1600/DSC02552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_6jpuJ7ubI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PDD5JGbDSHE/s320/DSC02552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475994134088759730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which the phone look a bit like the drips in hospital. Same function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_6mFYW9gRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4-2QhlbDxXo/s1600/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_6mFYW9gRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4-2QhlbDxXo/s320/DSC00286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475996808297414930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wesak days and do good to people around you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-281934825209346128?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/281934825209346128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/terrible-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/281934825209346128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/281934825209346128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/terrible-day.html' title='Terrible day'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_6jpOTuGZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lHAWHF2RaqY/s72-c/DSC02551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-1541038409264987354</id><published>2010-05-25T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T03:10:17.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best acronym i've heard so far</title><content type='html'>is the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you-know-which-company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; larh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;entering&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;rich&lt;br /&gt;organization&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;achieve&lt;br /&gt;satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-1541038409264987354?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/1541038409264987354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/best-acronym-ive-heard-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1541038409264987354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1541038409264987354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/best-acronym-ive-heard-so-far.html' title='Best acronym i&apos;ve heard so far'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-7231330611400316453</id><published>2010-05-24T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T04:08:31.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Holiday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pR-fxqOWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OPYwfP6D4Hk/s1600/DSC0254321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pR-fxqOWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OPYwfP6D4Hk/s320/DSC0254321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474778431145785698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to sacrifice your sleeping time trying to book a free fare to Bali. Here is one hidden jewel I would say. Today I took a stroll at the Swiss Garden Beach Resort private beach since my training finish early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach here is rather calm, not crowded with tourists and there is no families who go picnic on the beach &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and leave alot of rubbish behind)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to do here...They even &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your holiday for you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pTAmD-WUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8fdmZsGiZ4Y/s1600/DSC02547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pTAmD-WUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8fdmZsGiZ4Y/s320/DSC02547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474779566704580930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7 days plan - Jungle walk, batik painting, Kite flying and beach activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But if you do not like the routine beach activities, you can explore the beach on your own...&lt;br /&gt;You might find &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;extraordinary creature&lt;/span&gt; crawling out of the crabby hole. Like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pR9spVF4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qs6IiTY-1g4/s1600/DSC025412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pR9spVF4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qs6IiTY-1g4/s320/DSC025412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474778417420638082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pR9eINX_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/weHiGqWQcf8/s1600/DSC0254621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pR9eINX_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/weHiGqWQcf8/s320/DSC0254621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474778413523623922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can also bring your pets along and exercise with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pR808ibhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1BHev4y-qDQ/s1600/DSC0254433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pR808ibhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1BHev4y-qDQ/s320/DSC0254433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474778402468818450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;GO doggy,FETCH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;woof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find some car craze try to race on the beach here too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pJJ0U3ApI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L6rlyXRXTKY/s1600/DSC02540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pJJ0U3ApI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L6rlyXRXTKY/s320/DSC02540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474768730036044434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Think he trying to impress the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angmoh&lt;/span&gt; girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you want to indulge in body massage and spa, they have it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pTBU3-AJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/u9iyCuCf3AQ/s1600/DSC02549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pTBU3-AJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/u9iyCuCf3AQ/s320/DSC02549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474779579270693010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pTBFgvQEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oOCf9rLxd3A/s1600/DSC02548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pTBFgvQEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oOCf9rLxd3A/s320/DSC02548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474779575146725442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a random giraffe on batik. Qiut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is some other parts of the resort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pJJaFH7SI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iqRB-AAYRcM/s1600/DSC02538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pJJaFH7SI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iqRB-AAYRcM/s320/DSC02538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474768722990722338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Beach volleyball/futsal court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pTBl9bjDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_o-OD-rWa6U/s1600/DSC02550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pTBl9bjDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_o-OD-rWa6U/s320/DSC02550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474779583857003570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Garden Terrence Cafe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pJJGMaDCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VAgGf-0NKLU/s1600/DSC02537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pJJGMaDCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VAgGf-0NKLU/s320/DSC02537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474768717652560930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Poolside view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But so sad to be here alone... Have to take picture on my own. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pR-CNFv3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/9ZJdMrGANPc/s1600/DSC0254521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pR-CNFv3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/9ZJdMrGANPc/s320/DSC0254521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474778423207772018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And got alot of pimples after destress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Sigh sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-7231330611400316453?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/7231330611400316453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/beach-holiday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7231330611400316453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7231330611400316453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/beach-holiday.html' title='Beach Holiday?'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_pR-fxqOWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OPYwfP6D4Hk/s72-c/DSC0254321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-1762693163959749266</id><published>2010-05-23T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T03:23:21.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographers</title><content type='html'>Good that I'm relaxing in my hotel room without outlook emails,  phone calls nor papers to review. Ahh~ free wifi ,thus can spend some time in my new blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been pending for quite some time (in my head). Recently, you can see a 20+yrs old guy holding DSLR snapping a bowl of cendol &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tepi longkang&lt;/span&gt;, a young girl with a cap also holding DSLR in train and browsing through the pictures she took earlier or even a 50yrs old uncle shooting scenery at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I guess it is a trend to own a DSLR because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1) very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;yeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; holding one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) price of DSLR is almost the same with a digital cam so why not?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) DSLR photos are much nicer given you possess mature photographing skill, artistic views and good photoshop skill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting part is that most photographers --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can constantly take photos everywhere they go &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and dump their partners aside for a good 30mins - 1 hour&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j3dLWyihI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_s4thI0a3i0/s1600/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j3dLWyihI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_s4thI0a3i0/s320/DSC00622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474397427705481746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;At the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j3cuIm-3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WzBGUTp0nyg/s1600/DSC01177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j3cuIm-3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WzBGUTp0nyg/s320/DSC01177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474397419861375858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;On the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j3cUQFaYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XZYRTg8x5eY/s1600/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j3cUQFaYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XZYRTg8x5eY/s320/DSC01204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474397412913408386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j3cNGj5hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eqyMb7tBhG8/s1600/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j3cNGj5hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eqyMb7tBhG8/s320/DSC00959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474397410994415122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;On the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j3btVyiBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/X4WqXL-R7NE/s1600/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j3btVyiBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/X4WqXL-R7NE/s320/DSC01079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474397402468354066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;On the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they will use anything on the site as their temporary tools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j5ptZaaXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hhgmfQ7Tlr8/s1600/DSC01287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j5ptZaaXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hhgmfQ7Tlr8/s320/DSC01287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474399842024974706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scolded me for leaving his tripod at home and he had to use rubbish bin/handrail as one=|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They use Crumpler bags and wear crocs.. like a uniform -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a blur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j5p5ejssI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gdmkf90TtzU/s1600/DSC01184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j5p5ejssI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gdmkf90TtzU/s320/DSC01184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474399845267780290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Crumpler (no Bagman please,it is an imitate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;101 excuses of why they need to buy another lens&lt;/span&gt; (xxx mm lens) after 1 month they bought one ( yyy mm lens), but at the same time nag their gf for buying an &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;outing dress&lt;/span&gt; after shop for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dinner dress&lt;/span&gt;. Same theory applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and... most of male photographers &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;repeat it's MOST of them&lt;/span&gt; always have a gf with long hair ( proven at Pudu Plaza, one of the malls photographers always go in KL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I still love my digicam. Slim and handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_kBJXVeZYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/d3Ci-8aNTIQ/s1600/DSC02535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_kBJXVeZYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/d3Ci-8aNTIQ/s320/DSC02535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474408082440086914" 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/2148851988463070717-1762693163959749266?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/1762693163959749266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/photographers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1762693163959749266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1762693163959749266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/photographers.html' title='Photographers'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_j3dLWyihI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_s4thI0a3i0/s72-c/DSC00622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6736959452103079667</id><published>2010-05-22T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T08:12:23.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture shock #1</title><content type='html'>Last friday my dad went to klcc with me using the lrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to reload his Touch n' go at the counter but the counter girl looked at the clock and told him '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blum 730pm lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" with a  (I dun understand what's the difference between 715 and 730,and since she is already working. Why not? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he went to the ticket vending machine to get his ticket. While waiting for him on the other side of the entrance, I spotted the new Touch n' go reload machine. I told my dad after he came through the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head and said " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really culture shock after come back from japan. In japan,the people who work in the LRT would tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry. The reload service starts at 730,however there is a reload machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;over there sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; instead of telling you they start work at 730 and shuh, go find your own way to get a ticket.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA...That's how Malaysian serve their customers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6736959452103079667?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6736959452103079667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/culture-shock-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6736959452103079667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6736959452103079667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/culture-shock-1.html' title='Culture shock #1'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-3435122555990980786</id><published>2010-05-20T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T05:26:23.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something from Japan</title><content type='html'>My parents just came back from Japan two days ago, with 4 luggage and a few paper bags- loaded with food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so happy cus my mom got me a handbag from Agnes b. (initially I asked her to buy me Burberry Blue Label - which is an exclusive brand in Japan, cant get it elsewhere but Spring collection 2010 was not that nice so dropped the idea) Anyway, its Agnes b!! very rare brand and their nearest retail shop to us is in Singapore. Apparently this bag is limited edition with two colours only, black and white. My mom so smart,know I am a fan of white. Hehe..SO Im equally doinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_UiLTfx2OI/AAAAAAAAADY/58o9WVxVGXc/s1600/DSC02472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_UiLTfx2OI/AAAAAAAAADY/58o9WVxVGXc/s320/DSC02472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473318499746175202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Agnes b. voyage bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They brought alot of never-see-before snacks back. Like the hello kitty bun. Salute &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sanrio&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_Ujwi7ErjI/AAAAAAAAADg/mFtAakM2OQE/s1600/DSC02465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_Ujwi7ErjI/AAAAAAAAADg/mFtAakM2OQE/s320/DSC02465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473320239053975090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate it this morning. I wonder why there is a line saying '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I AM AS HEAVY AS THREE APPLES&lt;/span&gt;' until I take my first bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_UjxXMJtTI/AAAAAAAAADw/wY0AsYxfXSo/s1600/DSC02467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_UjxXMJtTI/AAAAAAAAADw/wY0AsYxfXSo/s320/DSC02467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473320253084251442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The filling is APPLES! So creative and healthy. Apple chunks bun, unlike our bakery shop that uses processed ingredients like sausages and ham and oily sardin and all any other ingredients  tagged with 'fat'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_UjxEjNfnI/AAAAAAAAADo/iHYU6yURsqY/s1600/DSC02468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_UjxEjNfnI/AAAAAAAAADo/iHYU6yURsqY/s320/DSC02468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473320248080694898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they got potato fries in packet and rice biscuits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_UjxjnNNTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2IfW8x-7m3I/s1600/DSC02469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_UjxjnNNTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2IfW8x-7m3I/s320/DSC02469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473320256418952498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said this can only be found in Hokkaido. I wonder McD will defend themselves after they see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_Ujx5HlY7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/q6waDZJ9w9I/s1600/DSC02471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_Ujx5HlY7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/q6waDZJ9w9I/s320/DSC02471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473320262191899570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My plushies have decided to go on voyage in the voyage bag. HAHA..weird combi, got Grover (sesame street), Pooh bear,Hamster and a teddy, feels like the Wizard of Oz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-3435122555990980786?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/3435122555990980786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-from-japan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3435122555990980786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3435122555990980786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-from-japan.html' title='Something from Japan'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_UiLTfx2OI/AAAAAAAAADY/58o9WVxVGXc/s72-c/DSC02472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-3596492289015363284</id><published>2010-05-18T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:44:09.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 730th day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just moved from WP. I guess it is more convenient to write here than there. Hence the abandonment of WP. And the wabbit is too irresistable to not to be part of my blog..so doinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************Different context********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;730th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; day of us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;730 days ago, he gave me this. not flower, not chocs, not plushie. but a simple notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_J94Ar4nGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SRUeWfAtp3Q/s1600/DSC02461.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_J94Ar4nGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SRUeWfAtp3Q/s1600/DSC02461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472574898418785378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_J94Ar4nGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SRUeWfAtp3Q/s320/DSC02461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It says my name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At one glance, you see a sudoku book. But it means much more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_J-wVzWVnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Wn8Kvb0eKrU/s1600/DSC02462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472575866159912562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_J-wVzWVnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Wn8Kvb0eKrU/s320/DSC02462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pages of sudoku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He made me solve all of them to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; answer (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;which I have yet to solve. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;EVILS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; are really evil standard. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_J_rnRQadI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ic7uz08pdbo/s1600/DSC02463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472576884461038034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_J_rnRQadI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ic7uz08pdbo/s320/DSC02463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Between the pages, is a poem he wrote (which the context shall be between me and him). He asked me a question between the lines . The key of the poem is a mirror ( but I was too eager to read it that time, I put it under the light for 10 minutes. For that, I salute myself kao2 =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_KA4xrmZxI/AAAAAAAAACM/sZ0JHt1yUoQ/s1600/DSC02464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472578210105812754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_KA4xrmZxI/AAAAAAAAACM/sZ0JHt1yUoQ/s320/DSC02464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I replied his question in a place he couldnt find, he bugs me kao2 to get a hint. All I gave him is another riddle to solve which he used 2 hours to solve my riddle and find the answer he wanted to hear 730days ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think for the first 30days of our relationship, he was excited (and the first) to wish me Happy A! Im thankful that he still remember to wish me on the first 100days ( or 365 days) &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;* plays Stephen Chow's violin tune*&lt;/span&gt; Today, I can sense that he is quite tensed up because it is exam week now.. Nevertheless, I wish that what he said to me at the escalator will come true every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We will have many many more Anniversaries to come. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Anniversary dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-3596492289015363284?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/3596492289015363284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/730th-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3596492289015363284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3596492289015363284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/730th-day.html' title='The 730th day'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Cn5hqOCUlA/S_J94Ar4nGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SRUeWfAtp3Q/s72-c/DSC02461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-4204772350182927560</id><published>2010-05-16T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:14.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New (temp) hair</title><content type='html'>I went to cut my hair today..and in the end , I got tempted to perm my hair (again) after two years of recovery period from the previous one.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Somehow..the hair stylist knew that I was 15-16 in deciding to perm or not ( saw me flipping through the same hair magazine 3-4 times and asked her " should I or should I not" for I-forgot-how-many-times.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So she suggested to blow my hair and make it look like the style I wanted and decide later. (she is so nicee...hehe)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is how I look like after she did her thing....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_583" align="aligncenter" width="420" caption="Wavy hair"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/dsc02444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-583" title="DSC02444" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/dsc02444.jpg" alt="" width="420" height="560" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_584" align="aligncenter" width="420" caption="Messsyy hair"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/dsc02448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-584" title="DSC02448" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/dsc02448.jpg" alt="" width="420" height="560" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I would say her hand is magical, transform my hair into this beautiful curves using a comb and a hair dryer, not even the curler (why cant I have her skill ar...). But it only lasts for few hours plus I'm sweating like a pig thanks to the hot weather.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I love this hair and shall make it permanent when I'm free later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-4204772350182927560?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/4204772350182927560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-temp-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4204772350182927560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4204772350182927560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-temp-hair.html' title='New (temp) hair'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-3655859749478643228</id><published>2010-05-12T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:14.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New header again</title><content type='html'>Cant stand looking at an ugly picture of myself...so a doinking bunny it is.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I love the wabbit!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_580" align="aligncenter" width="420" caption="doink doink!"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/b-title1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-580" title="wabbit wabbit" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/b-title1.jpg" alt="" width="420" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-3655859749478643228?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/3655859749478643228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-header-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3655859749478643228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3655859749478643228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-header-again.html' title='New header again'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6399959800551937185</id><published>2010-05-08T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:14.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much sharing</title><content type='html'>Recently I have thinking alot, about blogging, updates in facebook and tweeting. Any means where you share info about your daily life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;People has been telling others about what they do (almost every minutes) by tweeting, where they went last weekend, what office politics they have gone through during the day and most of the people tell others alot about their relationship.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For me, I find it disturbing when people know too much about me. I feel insecure ( dun ask me why). That explains why I seldom talk about my relationship. I think I have the fear of people judging me, but I know whatever you do, people will judge you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For instance, A dated B for few months and broke up and went for C ( common scenario) - people will say 'poor B, he has been so sweet, he bought her an iphone, threw her surprises,  went on pre-honeymoon holiday with her but yet the relationship dint work out and B went for C. They will continue to make assumptions that C is richer or more good looking than B, therefore A dumped B. Thats what happen when people know too much about one's relationship.  What happen if B actually cheated on A, or what happen if A and B often argue over petty stuffs but A only shares the good memories with the public so others only see the good side of the story.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I do not even share my birthdate with people.  I wish that my friends will remember my birthday sincerely, not just when they see reminder on facebook. I had a guy who even send me messages on friendster last time to wish me happy birthday (based on the wrong date I post in my profile) and when I told him the date is not my birthday, he got angry and he said "noone can actually remember all their close friends' birthday, thats why they invented reminder. " I replied I do, I remember my close friends birthday even my primary friends' birthday. Maybe I'm the only one who think this way, should I start learning to accept that &lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;noone can actually remember all their close friends' birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Somehow I know that is the personality of a Scorpion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Scorpios are often mysterious people because their true feelings run so deep and they keep their emotions hidden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;They also like to uncover things under the surface of others and are very intuitiv&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;They can be strong willed and determined, almost to the point of being stubborn. This makes them great competitors, even if they are able to hide this desire to win from you. This also makes Scorpios very dominant, controlling and passionate. When they do not have a positive outlet for self-expression, they often turn inwards and become destructive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When wronged, they do not easily forgive. It is almost as if the Scorpio sign invented the word "revenge." However, they just as easily never forget an act of kindness and are always ready to repay it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Scorpios are very loyal friends, but can be possessive. Scorpios are also conservative when it comes to money but when they do spend it; they know the right investments to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;All above said are my traits. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is it a good thing or bad thing? &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/2148851988463070717-6399959800551937185?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6399959800551937185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-much-sharing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6399959800551937185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6399959800551937185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-much-sharing.html' title='Too much sharing'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-1608439112547491852</id><published>2010-04-22T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:13.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time in KTM</title><content type='html'>I'm shameful to declare that I've never ride intercity train in Malaysia after being Malaysian for 23years! And last week I make the decision to travel by train as the bus station has moved to Bukit Jalil so it would be nearer to go KL sentral instead.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_567" align="aligncenter" width="420" caption="Second class (SOBS..second class citizen like this larh)"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc02413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-567" title="DSC02413" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc02413.jpg" alt="" width="420" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I would say our train system still has huge room for improvement.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cus they do not have this ---&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_568" align="aligncenter" width="420" caption="Snow scenery along the journey "]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/cimg0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-568" title="CIMG0289" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/cimg0289.jpg" alt="" width="420" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And this --&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_569" align="aligncenter" width="420" caption="Very VISIBLE station name "]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-569" title="DSC01225" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01225.jpg" alt="" width="420" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I had to paranoid-ly open my sleepy eyes to check whether I've reach my destination everytime the train stops. -_- And I couldnt see the station name cus they only put ONE,YAT KO,SATU (To join the 1M tagline) signboard for each station. Sumo it was written in CAPITAL LETTER! So if you miss that ingenius signboard, you wouldnt know which desert you are in. Fortunately, KTM came out with a solution (to prevent travelers from overshoot), which is to hire 10 (maybe 20 ppl) to carry a small piece of paper with guest's seat and their destination. They will come to you when the next station is your destination. Hahah..I wonder they are creating more job opportunities or what?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My train was on time ( i'm glad about this) and it costs only RM21 to Ipoh (no jam, no diesel smell, no bumpy roads and no on-the-road accident). So I will recommend people to take train instead of driving to produce less carbon monoxide to our earth (chey..sound like a green ambassador).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Last few pictures are for Miss Hew. Germany cute guys.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_570" align="aligncenter" width="420" caption="Blue eyes for kl"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/sta60040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-570" title="STA60040" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/sta60040.jpg" alt="" width="420" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_571" align="aligncenter" width="420" caption="Or this one? (btw, most right one is a singaporean girl)"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/sta60055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-571" title="STA60055" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/sta60055.jpg" alt="" width="420" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_572" align="aligncenter" width="420" caption="During house party, the Spanish Indian girl made Sangria for us (really easy to make but think hard to get cheap red wine in malaysia)"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/sta60005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-572" title="STA60005" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/sta60005.jpg" alt="" width="420" height="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hehe.. shall share more photos next time~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-1608439112547491852?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/1608439112547491852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-time-in-ktm.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1608439112547491852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1608439112547491852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-time-in-ktm.html' title='First time in KTM'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-127826095544510632</id><published>2010-04-13T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:12.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggybank</title><content type='html'>If I give you a piggybank with sufficient money to buy something you want, and you are only allowed to choose 1 thing to buy. What will you buy?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is the dilemma I'm having now. Except that if I use the money inside to buy that something, I will need to buy another piggybank and save all over again. Haha..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It is very common to get their "dream items" when people get paid for the first time. So people around me are changing cars, changing phones, changing laptop, using designer's brand handbags and so on..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;While I can only look at them and sigh. I envy them who need not to bear the same burden I am having and can easily spend on things on their wishlist without a second thought. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My phone spoilt last year and I rationally (miracle!) told myself not to change it but to repair it instead.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My lappy is 6 years old now and I have never formatted him before. He has very limited stomach now but I'm hanging on and being very patient with his walking speed. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And my car cost me a sum of money everytime I bring him to the car salon, just recently I fixed his limbs, replaced his pacemaker, changed his blood and heart filter. Supposed to change his limb stopper and body suspension but really too broke to do so, so I leave him whimpering until the next time I bring him to the salon again. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Not to mention, I bought the most expensive thing I have ever bought in my life and hope that it will pay me good money 10-20 years later. =) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I shall rationally tell myself again that my phone and my lappy are still serving their purpose so there's no need to change them. okie doinkie? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;hikki: okie... /whimpers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-127826095544510632?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/127826095544510632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/04/piggybank.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/127826095544510632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/127826095544510632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/04/piggybank.html' title='Piggybank'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6237609647585696482</id><published>2010-04-12T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:11.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got too bored of previous theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;so a revamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt; it is&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/2148851988463070717-6237609647585696482?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6237609647585696482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-too-bored-of-previous-theme.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6237609647585696482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6237609647585696482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-too-bored-of-previous-theme.html' title='Got too bored of previous theme'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-3363644486505342142</id><published>2010-04-06T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:11.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The land below the wind</title><content type='html'>I was in the land below the wind ,after 23 years being a Malaysian. =)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_544" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Hotel facing the sea"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-544" title="DSC01384" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01384.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Feels like holidaying instead of going there for work. And I have no idea why the hotel card uses a sexy lips as their card design (?)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_545" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Sexy lips"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-545" title="DSC01389" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01389.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;First day in KK was spent with some leisure activities (eat shop play eat)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ate vietnamese beef noodle at &lt;em&gt;Peppermint&lt;/em&gt; and the conversation with kf goes like this:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh kf, here dont serve pork one?? ( said this while looking at the chinese-looking waitress)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What laa...what a typical chinese! Touch down straight away looking for pork ad!? (doink ngiao...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then shop for a new handbag at Charles &amp;amp; Keith cus of my colleague's comment  " &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it is time for you to change your handbag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" (while pointing at my torn handle) *sobs, I really weally like my white Esprit and have been thinking of how to mend the handle*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Played archery at 1Borneo (because cant think of any other things to do)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_546" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Me,shen, edwin and keefoo"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-546" title="DSC01393" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01393.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ate KK bak kut teh (PORK!) for dinner at one shop where shen once pissed the ladyboss, and he DID it again by pissing off the boss. As usual.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And for the next 5 mornings, I had this-&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_547" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Coffee press!! Lovie it so muchie"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-547" title="DSC01396" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01396.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I was so lucky that I survived in this -&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_548" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="SAB 2607 B"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-548" title="DSC01397" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01397.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He bought his first wife a mickey mouse shade (which makes me laugh when one fine day he told me he misplaced the shinny side to the inside, mickey mouse facing outside and I think he sayang the mickey so much he rushed down to his car from 6th floor to flip it over -_-)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And we had seafood at &lt;em&gt;Kg Air&lt;/em&gt; ( just met a friend who studied in KK and she recommended me another place for more quality seafood, shall try it out next time)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_549" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Blurry pic cus try to snap kf but failed"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-549" title="DSC01401" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01401.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Snapped this while waiting for my flight. Saw fooooodd being loaded into the plane.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-550" title="DSC01406" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dsc01406.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Time to check out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-3363644486505342142?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/3363644486505342142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/04/land-below-wind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3363644486505342142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3363644486505342142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/04/land-below-wind.html' title='The land below the wind'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-4888209184946865594</id><published>2010-03-31T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:11.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not-feeling-good day</title><content type='html'>Right now, I just want to forget everything I have countered and go to sleep.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Because today is a bad day for me. I dint get to eat baskin robbins =( nahh, it was something else.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;First is people in the office are conveniently throwing hot potatoes to me thinking that I will stupidly take it with my bare hand. Really sick of those people. I think I should forward them the IQ email shen sent me today and hoping that they can mirror themselves,if they dont even realize how low their IQ is, I suggest they go work in the government sector cus no need use brain there. (I'm in hyper irritated mode now!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Came home and saw something that upset me. *sobs in the heart* Why am I always bothered by petty things and let them spoil my mood for the day. I know very clearly that I couldnt control what people think/say, but I just feel so upset after I know about it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To make it EVEN worse  x2, people I do not like associating with kept coming back. I wish that they can leave me alone because I'm dead tired being a nice person.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am really tired.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wish that I never knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-4888209184946865594?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/4888209184946865594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-feeling-good-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4888209184946865594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4888209184946865594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-feeling-good-day.html' title='Not-feeling-good day'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-5623896420520986573</id><published>2010-03-18T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:11.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To go or not?</title><content type='html'>I was in a dilemma for two weeks already.To go or not?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cant believe this is such a hard decision to make! Just an annual gathering and I went asking people whether they are going or not.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Reasons to go:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;Networking &lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;--which I failed at, that's why marketing department dont want me (kidding).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;Fun games&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;-- I think sleeping at home is more fun...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;Meeting new friends&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;-- Very unlikely, either meet some E4 and above people or people's auntie/uncle/ten noisy kids in the family/their neighbour's cats...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;Friend ajak go&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;-- He said he is the organizer, so I might consider going &lt;em&gt;lorh&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reasons to not go&lt;/span&gt; : I want a wake-up-at-12 Saturday!! Sigh...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Doinks:  Last friday's 5 hours K session was sooooooo fun!! Wanna go again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-5623896420520986573?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/5623896420520986573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-go-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/5623896420520986573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/5623896420520986573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-go-or-not.html' title='To go or not?'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-4169593930855847865</id><published>2010-03-13T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:11.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer</title><content type='html'>Today I read someone's blog and saw this IQ question posted.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;There are 10 bottles of pill. each bottle is label 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. In each bottles, there are 10 pills which weight 10g each except for a bottle which contains pill that weight 9g. now the question is, given a weighting scale and u can only use the weighting scale ONCE. how can u find out which bottle containing the 9g pill? Remember, u can only use the weighting scale ONCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That person wrote: If you can answer this, I call u a genius.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Wanna being labeled as a genius today , so I decided to answer this here ( cus i paiseh to comment there). Hehe...If you wana try answering it, do not reveal  my answer below, feel free to comment. =)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The answer is: You just need to put all 10 bottles on the weighing scale and remove one by one. The weigh will reduce and you will be able to find out which is 9g. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-4169593930855847865?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/4169593930855847865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/03/answer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4169593930855847865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4169593930855847865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/03/answer.html' title='The answer'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-8763796542221783745</id><published>2010-03-08T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:10.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with ache</title><content type='html'>After slacking for 6 years, I finally managed to motivate myself to take up the golf club again and hit the ground. And the great determination brings great sacrifice---&amp;gt; whole body ache this morning!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_530" align="aligncenter" width="480" caption="Swing"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/golf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-530" title="Golf" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/golf1.jpg" alt="" width="480" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Being a height-conscious me, I refused to give up my heels for the waist ache so I went to work in my usual 2.5inches. &lt;em&gt;Manatau....&lt;/em&gt; one of the heels went loose (when I just repaired it last week!) and I had to limp my left leg until finish work cus I really dont wish to see myself in a more embarassing situation where I have to carry my heel in one hand and the other on my foot taking LRT. Worse still I am working in KLCC -_-"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I thought I will get some reliefs once I reach my car at KJ.&lt;em&gt;Manatau again....&lt;/em&gt;the LITRAK started the earth most stupid idea of diverting traffic at Sunway toll,they call it the 'contra flow' which~~ cause traffic jam from 1U to the toll and all the way to Puchong. And it so happens that my beautiful house lies somewhere before the toll, I took 1.5hours from KJ to my house..and that worsen my waist ache...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Let me show you the contra flow plan...so &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; i tell you...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_531" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="The jam causing plan"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/085015200-1267664024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-531" title="085015200 1267664024" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/085015200-1267664024.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was supposed to be improving the traffic and look what have they done today (first day of implementing it). The CEO said this '&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;We have been &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; this option for months now and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;theoretically the contra-flow should work&lt;/span&gt; based on the studies. We are certain that with additional lanes provided for the Puchong Perdana /Putrajaya bound traffic, the traffic flow in Puchong will improve" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Even though I have not study any transport system course before, but as far as I know, the more alternative routes u make on one straight route, the more jam it will be because people just crisscrossing from left most to right most lane and vice versa. It is just Malaysian way of driving. So the best solution is do not give alternatives for godness sake. -_-&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No wonder we never develop no matter where we look, look east or look west also no use. Better look into what their brain structure is made of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-8763796542221783745?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/8763796542221783745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-with-ache.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8763796542221783745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8763796542221783745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-with-ache.html' title='Back with ache'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-1319569218048171849</id><published>2010-03-05T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:10.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick-up lines</title><content type='html'>Today (actually not today,yesterday) , I encountered one of the lamest lines to chat girls up. Guess what?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hey I think you look like one of my fren &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt; , thats not it. He straight away send a photo of his fren even before I agree that 'I want to see'. Ok lo, &lt;em&gt;*click Accept and Open*&lt;/em&gt; Gosh, I dunno which part of her look like me..you can ask&lt;a href="http://kerbaurider.blogspot.com/"&gt; kerbau&lt;/a&gt; cus I sent him the photo asking him whether the girl looks like me (since he very cham, has to work on Friday.HAHAHA). And he replied ' &lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;lamer&lt;/span&gt;' . That's not the end of the story either.. He said' next time we can go out and meet her. She is coming back to Malaysia soon. ' I went like (&lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;I dun even know you well, just 3 days and I dont even know her, how to meet up like this?&lt;/span&gt;) , of course that is not my reply. My diplomatic reply was ' Oh..I dont even know her, duno what to talk about when meet up &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;..'&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Got more interesting story today but I shall keep it for next time..He has inspired me to list out the 10 lamest pick-up lines I can think of. Tell me which you think is the lamest.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#1 Eh you look so familiar! Have we met at XXX before?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#2 *purposely ask another colleague who you are when you pass by* Then you have to go intro yourself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#3 Hey you look like one of my frens &lt;em&gt;larr&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#4 Eh are you from UTP? (knowing that 90% of chances that you are)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#5 Are you fren of XXX? I met you at her house before! Remember me?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#6 Eh honestly, I think you are prettier than XXX. ( When you know XXX is the known lenglui amongst your friends)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#7 Eh I saw you hanging out with XXX, are you close friend of her? I know her very well you know?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#8 Hey you left your cup in the pantry. *smile* Are you new here?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#9 Hi I am XXX. My number is XXX, you can text me if you need anything.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#10 Eh you got fb ?? My fb account is XXX, what's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-1319569218048171849?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/1319569218048171849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/03/pick-up-lines.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1319569218048171849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1319569218048171849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/03/pick-up-lines.html' title='Pick-up lines'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-5733320239059398260</id><published>2010-03-01T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:10.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before 15th</title><content type='html'>Last saturday was a random outing called by kl. Thought will only be three of us, end up having more people who made the gathering more fun than just three-little-piggies.&lt;br/&gt;The wolf was Gunna(may spelled wrongly) and the four cute piggies are Beulah who came back from a two-weeks escape in Doha, Ms Hew who got no mahjong to play at home, Aman who plans to get married in 1 yr time(dunno beu bluff me again or what), and me who lost a whopping 2 figures in afternoon mahjong session.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_518" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="at DELIcious"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc01373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-518" title="DSC01373" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc01373.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_521" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="The blurring effect is so good that you dont see a single acne on my face."]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc01364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-521" title="DSC01364" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc01364.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_519" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="at the waiting couch"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc01380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-519" title="DSC01380" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/dsc01380.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*R1*wore my new red earrings for the first time, bought so many pairs of red/white earrings nowadays. Doink-self&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*R2*new working environment is warm, like the moon shines upon the mountain. nahh..simply warm cus got Ameera as my colleague now~~ Super-duper-triple-quadruple lenglui with brown contact lense and brown hair and brown eyeliner ( just like a doll came alive)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-5733320239059398260?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/5733320239059398260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-before-15th.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/5733320239059398260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/5733320239059398260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-before-15th.html' title='The day before 15th'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-809953606268244344</id><published>2010-02-25T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:09.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiled and walked away</title><content type='html'>Two months ago, I was told by him " Noone in the history ever transfer to other unit before they passed their probation. So do not ever dream about it!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Today, I smacked him in his face by doing so. Two months after he made that statement.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_516" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="A message from Z"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-516" title="DSC01359" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01359.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My manager's name starts with Z and he likes to address himself as Z (first time i receive his email ,I was quite surprised cus it looks like from Zorro or something -_-)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;A message to this guy: I only believe in myself, you can continue to come to work at 830 or 9 and you may squat at your position forever. Thank you for your advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-809953606268244344?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/809953606268244344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/02/smiled-and-walked-away.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/809953606268244344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/809953606268244344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/02/smiled-and-walked-away.html' title='Smiled and walked away'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-4870581426859692617</id><published>2010-02-23T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:08.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow for the second time</title><content type='html'>Never thought that I will be able to re-visit the cat city 5 years later.After all, tiger belongs to the cat family and Kuching is THE place to visit!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;5 years ago.. I was at the cultural village getting sunburn with kahling, cp,ed,eling and setlee.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_504" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="10 July 2005"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dscf0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-504" title="DSCF0028" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dscf0028.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;5 years later.. I lost couple of pounds of meat and eating ice cream at kc's sis bakery. Life is so good.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_505" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="20 February 2010"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-505" title="DSC01342" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01342.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_506" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Ice cream!"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-506" title="DSC01344" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01344.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The few days there were spent eating, sleeping and minimal sight-seeing because of the sun is too poisonous (dont want to get sunburn again).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So what to do to fill in the not sight-seeing time? He went grocery shopping while I eat my wafer (from Magic Bites, a new snack franchise)  then he came back with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;salmon&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#99cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#808000;"&gt;seaweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99cc00;"&gt;wasabi&lt;/span&gt; telling me that he wana make sushi for dinner tonight.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_507" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="This is a Chinese guy though he has Kenneth Raphael before his family name"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-507" title="DSC01347" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01347.jpg" alt="P/S: This guy is Chinese though his name has Kenneth Raphael in front" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_508" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Me trying to pan cute with the sushi roll"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-508" title="DSC01349" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01349.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_509" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Salmon sushi and Tuna sushi and some maki"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-509" title="DSC01351" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01351.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I end up making second half of the sushis because he gave up on the sticky rice which I try to convince him to damp his hand and shape the sushi rice but he dont want. Only one piece of the sushi can be sold at Sushi King ,the number 4 top first row because the rest of the salmon are too square. And the smaller size maki is more up to the standard righttt?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_510" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Temple visiting"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-510" title="DSC01354" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01354.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_511" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="This is the Star Cineplex where we watched our first movie in Kuching last time. We watched a horror movie in a horrible cinema, which adds up to be a horrifying experience to us. And edwin was snapping photo of the horrified me and kl in the cinema !"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-511" title="DSC01355" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01355.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_512" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="And they have spring and hills shopping malls ( both also got flowers painting in the carpark)"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-512" title="DSC01357" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01357.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So now..I am back in kl...and getting ready to announce the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; news next week.stay &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tune&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/2148851988463070717-4870581426859692617?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/4870581426859692617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/02/meow-for-second-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4870581426859692617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4870581426859692617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/02/meow-for-second-time.html' title='Meow for the second time'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6797382060624849387</id><published>2010-02-23T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:08.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tygar Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOINK DOINK DIANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think  CNY wishes are still valid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;though today is already the tenth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; =) This year I celebrate my CNY in KL. Relatives came and the house were quite packed because of more members are joining my family (Bro got married). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our family ( I think most ppl from Ipoh) become vegetarian on the first day of CNY. Meaning that no coffee in the morning, no prawn crackers etc for the day. We eat rice with vegetarian dishes (some fake geese,chasiew, lo hon zhai, and mom-made aja) from morning till 12 midnight (the from tells how hungry we are when we are on vege diet, you just feel hungry every 20 minutes dunno why)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SOME of us,including myself dint really go on vege diet because cannot tahan for whole day (which every year we promise ourselves to make it through the day but fail when see meat). Ok la, I had HALF DAY vege diet and broke the fast when go watch 14 Blades cus cannot resist popcorn's smell. My sis-in-law laaa, keep tempting me sob sob. One good thing about CNY in KL is you dont have to worry about not getting a seat on the first day of CNY (unlike in IPOH,no reservation,no more seats even two days before CNY) because most of the ppl who go to cinema are malays. My eldest bro is the one who usually dun follow the vege diet, and he went to order Domino's pizza at 10pm just to lure others to break fast before 12am. -_-"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Second day, we broke our fast (Hoi Nin) in the morning by eating more rice with delicious meaty dishes. P/S: I think 80% of the ingredients are imported from Ipoh like the chicken, siew yok, vege etc because we are not used to not eating Ipoh fresh ingredients. If we celebrate CNY in Ipoh, my mom would buy them fresh from market early morning.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_497" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Hoi Nin (Open Year) - Second day of CNY"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-497" title="DSC01325" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01325.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-500" title="DSC01324" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01324.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dint attach any gambling pictures because too busy gambling. hahaha... and had a fat year from mahjong wins. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6797382060624849387?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6797382060624849387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/02/tygar-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6797382060624849387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6797382060624849387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/02/tygar-year.html' title='Tygar Year'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6381951553209300880</id><published>2010-02-12T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:08.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;For you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-493" title="DSC01322" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc01322.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6381951553209300880?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6381951553209300880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/02/teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6381951553209300880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6381951553209300880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/02/teaser.html' title='Teaser'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-758688332720342424</id><published>2010-02-10T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:07.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Today I was shocked and at the same time,annoyed by a statement.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;' eh i heard ur dad help you to get into the company?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Questions mingles in my head before I told that person "No" firmly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Q1: Do I look so useless that I need help from my family to get a job?? Just because I skipped classes, skipped tutorials, doesnt mean that I am useless ok?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Q2: If I were to ask help from my dad, I would have been offered way earlieeeer even before I graduate RIGHT OR WRONG? I dont have to wait for 10 months just to get offered larh ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Q3: And also, If I were to ask help from my dad, I would have been offered a better position in a better OPU than current one larh RIGHT OR WRONG? People wont ask me 'eh why are you in marketing department ar? You doing sales arh? eh I tell you ar,  petchem is really an awful place to work in. That type of trying-to-be-honest-with-you statements larrhh..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can you people have more &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; before spreading stupid rumour like this in the company? Even my dad will feel ashamed if his daughter has to use 'connection' to get a job in the company. I dunno about your family, but not mine ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;I got my scholarship and my job with my own brain and own mouth. Get it!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-758688332720342424?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/758688332720342424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/02/sense.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/758688332720342424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/758688332720342424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/02/sense.html' title='Sense'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-862702687355206610</id><published>2010-02-09T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:06.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Marican</title><content type='html'>Today marks the last day of Marican being our big boss..so there was a massive try-to-shake-marican-hand crowd at the lobby. I was impatient after waiting for more than 45mins still cannot see his white hair and white moustache. But yet, a loud applause and cheer stopped me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I tip-toed over the crowd and tried to get a glimpse of him but the crowd were too hyped and all surrounded him like got free gold.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_483" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Crowdyyy"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-483" title="DSC00065" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc00065.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_485" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="At least manage to snap half of his head and I was two person away from him!"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc000691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-485" title="DSC00069" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/dsc000691.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The consequences = leave KLCC at 6pm, stand in the train for 40minutes, stuck in the jam at Kelana Jaya for 30minutes, reach home at 8pm ( 2hrs later than usual). See how loyal I am to pet?! (or maybe just to TS H. Marican)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-862702687355206610?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/862702687355206610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/02/bye-marican.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/862702687355206610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/862702687355206610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/02/bye-marican.html' title='Bye Marican'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6715267938836913183</id><published>2010-01-28T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:05.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a start of the year</title><content type='html'>First was the david tao's concert tickets I won, but gave them away due to short notice.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thennn... supposed to go to my dept's family day in Sungkai but later got caught up with something to do in KL so ffk my department but yet, I got this--&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_477" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="At first I was expecting the doorgift to be a notebook, a mug or some usual corporate souvenir until I unwrap the wrapper. Then I blinked. What? Doorgift = 250GB of external harddisk. Really speechless.."]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-477 " title="DSC00060" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00060.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay, the aftershock of the doorgift dint end there..when my colleague told me I got a lucky draw (even though I was not present, but I paid some amount to the 'young executive club' so my name was in the lucky draw). Believe or not, when I open the envelope, I saw this---&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_478" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="SOGO Shopping voucher worth RM450. -_- I bought my new year clothes ad, shall use it some other time."]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-478" title="DSC00057" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00057.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That is not all. Today I went to kerteh, an unplanned trip to attend the mentoring session. And guess what, during the brain teaser session, they gave me my most confident subject- puzzle, and somemore is sudoku. So I was smiling away in my heart that the hamper is going to be mine. As predicted, I got third not first because my SM confused himself in the sudoku and change some numbers. A big no-no. Anyway, we both got hamper each but couldnt bring it back to KL by flight so we gave them away (but I took the nips out.ahhaha)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_479" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="The feeling of winning is superb. "]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-479" title="DSC00059" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00059.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Love the goddess of luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6715267938836913183?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6715267938836913183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-start-of-year.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6715267938836913183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6715267938836913183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-start-of-year.html' title='What a start of the year'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-3012675176549188476</id><published>2010-01-10T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:04.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 *gulps* honest things</title><content type='html'>I wish I dint read her &lt;a href="http://crystalhew.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-honest-things-about-me.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; cus I really hate replying tags. But since I dont wanna lose my fren-who-can-hang-out-in-kl , I will write about 10 honest things of myself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Un(~ang): J'aime apprendre les langues;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Deux(~du): Mes cheveux sont rouges depuis 09012010;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_473" align="aligncenter" width="447" caption="Red-purple-ish hair"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-473" title="DSC00930" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00930.jpg" alt="" width="447" height="596" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Trois(~twa): J'aime la couleur blanche. Mon lit est blanc, mon cabinet est blanc, et 60% de mes vêtements sont blancs;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Quatre(~khat): Je n'aime pas les poissons, mais je mange les poissons plus souvent maintenant;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cinq (~sank): J'adore voyager dans des lieux avec l'histoire;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Six (~sis): Je ne peux pas manger de la papaye parce que je vais vomir le moment, j'en mange;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sept ( ~sep): J'aime 'wedges' blanc;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="white wedges"]&lt;img title="white wedges" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=6577385" alt="" width="300" height="300" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Huit ( ~Hu-wit): Je suis une personne paresseuse;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Neuf (~Naf): Je suis toujours inquiète pour des choses inutiles; (I am always worried over unnecessary things)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dix (~dis): Je n'aime pas bimbo; ( aka brainless girls)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happy translating! hehehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-3012675176549188476?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/3012675176549188476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-gulps-honest-things.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3012675176549188476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3012675176549188476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-gulps-honest-things.html' title='10 *gulps* honest things'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-5392047820766464041</id><published>2010-01-04T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:02.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying excitement</title><content type='html'>I know I am getting annoying now. By changing my gtalk status, facebook, petronas communicator status just to tell people I has just won a pair of tickets to David Tao concert in Singapore. Too bad not including accommodation ( demanding dah ni).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/davidtao_flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-469" title="davidtao_Flyer" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/davidtao_flyer.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="693" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am too excited cus it is the sort-of a  big contest prize I have ever won ( unless you consider Wrigley's chewing gun hamper worth more than 200rm a big prize. I couldnt finish all the chewing gun at all.like one year supply of chewing guns)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyway,  I won it by this slogan that i wrote down in 2 minutes (which explains that it is very lousy but still win *wink*)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love David Tao because of his breath-taking voice,his impressive music, his truthful lyrics and his will-not-make-you-regret-watching live performance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I kn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ow you are rolling your eyes now.. like that also can win..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cincai punye slogan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; No bombastic words or flowery sentences.  Somemore no cost incurred cus I sent in through email. =P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think I will be going with Natasya because she is the only one free on this Friday. Really hope that this spontaneous trip will work out. =)&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/2148851988463070717-5392047820766464041?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/5392047820766464041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/01/annoying-excitement.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/5392047820766464041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/5392047820766464041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/01/annoying-excitement.html' title='Annoying excitement'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-7365824079917993003</id><published>2010-01-03T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:02.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Jam,Strawberries and mushrooms</title><content type='html'>The first thing I did when I reach home on new year eve was run upstairs,change, light make up and said ' mi, Im going to the curve ar.. ' while closing my gate. ( useless daughter, luckily parents invited frens for mahjong at home)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The traffic going to the curve was surprisingly smooth, cus i took the hidden passage instead of the usual road. And I got myself a nice parking the moment i turn into IKEA. =) Lucky**&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Met up with Jes, her family, dee, zh and his gf. Gobbled a plate of pasta with ham and got ready to welcome year 2010 with the crowd.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_457" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Jes and I"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-457" title="DSC00860" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00860.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_458" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="The crowd,we dare not to go near the center cus some massive spraying activities were going on"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-458" title="DSC00862" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00862.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;While waiting for the fireworks at 12, we kinda observed what the crowd was doing (just like everyone else,for ppl who cannot go near to the stage) . Some girls gone wild and sprayed foams into their mom's dress from bottom (and the mom dint mind at all, fascinating scene). Some young boys were doing stunts ,jump flipping off from high ground. And some gender-in-between were doing sexy poses for their photographer, like pouting, showing maximum cleavage, and some tyra-banks-inspired pose. -_- its okay if you kap from their booties up to their neck, please dont go up further cus you might wave goodbye to 2009 with nausea.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We stood at a roofed place so can only see partial of the fireworks.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-459" title="DSC00864" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00864.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_460" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="with tails"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-460" title="DSC00867" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00867.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The show ended with massive jam, just like every year. I was caught up on the less than 1km road going out to ldp for 1.5hrs. =|&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the first day of 2010, I went uphill to pluck strawberries nd mushrooms. Nahh, that was part of the itinerary. (main activity is to get new year angpao from uncle lim)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_461" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="This is how your farm look like in the real facebook farmville. Hahaha,no lost black/white sheeps "]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-461" title="DSC00876" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00876.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_462" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Me and the berries"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-462" title="DSC00878" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00878.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_463" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="The strawberry menu. The coffee tastes the same,just that the strawberry smell linger in your mouth after that"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-463" title="DSC00888" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00888.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_464" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Hey pink mushroom! like mouse ears.=P"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-464" title="DSC00896" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00896.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_465" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="and cactus"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-465" title="DSC00907" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00907.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_466" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="and the vege i like to eat- dao miu"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-466" title="DSC00908" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/dsc00908.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am finally going back to kl this Friday,after two months of sunbathing and rainwashing in Kerteh. Yay~&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happy 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-7365824079917993003?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/7365824079917993003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-jamstrawberries-and-mushrooms.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7365824079917993003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7365824079917993003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-jamstrawberries-and-mushrooms.html' title='Of Jam,Strawberries and mushrooms'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-7446794276872551682</id><published>2009-12-28T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:01.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very little christmas</title><content type='html'>Oh wait.. supposed to be  writing about my bro's wedding...it was short and simple. Hence, a short section for that.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_442" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Registration day at Buddhist Association"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-442" title="DSC00688" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00688.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_443" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Nothing is complete without this! "]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-443" title="DSC00722" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00722.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_444" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Very notty bride"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-444" title="DSC00731" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00731.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_446" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Somehow I like this picture alot...looks like a studio."]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-446" title="DSC00763" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00763.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_447" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="My cousins and I"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-447" title="DSC00809" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00809.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thats all~&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then last week was Christmas. Fell sick the day before going back to kl, and have yet to recover till today. Met up with ss,xinyi,wz,nata and shen (the future SBO za fit yan) to celebrate his birthday aka christmas. Then watched Sherlock Holmes , it was crazy to get movie tickets (or go to any of the malls) during festive season. Parking full, rubbing shoulders with shoppers, queueing up to 5 loops to buy movie tickets and even have to queue to get a seat at eateries. Really wasted a lot of time waiting and waiting. I bet burger king do not have enough burgers for feed everyone there.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_448" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="My crooked xmas tree. Think my dad hang too many deco on it till it tak tahan ad"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-448" title="DSC00810" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00810.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Boxing day is supposed to be shopping day for me. But Malaysian shops 365 days so noone is super-hyper on Boxing day. So I went to watch dolphins and sealions instead. THEY ARE SO CUTEEEEEEEEEE....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_449" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="My ticket. No need queue cus ticket very expensive, so ppl tink twice before going in"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-449" title="DSC00852" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00852.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_450" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Phin-phins!! "]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-450" title="DSC00813" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00813.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_451" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="cutie sealions kept clapping their &amp;#39;hands&amp;#39;"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-451" title="DSC00832" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00832.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_452" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="The dolphin lean against them and looked like a toy! shiny skin."]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-452" title="DSC00851" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00851.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I took alot of videos of them doing stunts. Too bad its HD,so it is too big to upload it ..If you like to see cute animals, then you should go to Pyramid to watch them. They are way smarter than you thought.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After the show, I went to Beulah's house for Christmas gathering..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_453" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="The two reindees.. me first time wearing that. "]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-453" title="DSC00853" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00853.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_454" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Miss beulah in front of her beautiful piano. "]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-454" title="DSC00857" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00857.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Last but hope not too late...Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I wish everyone to achieve their new year resolutions in 2010. As for me, I wish to do something I really have interest in, in 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-7446794276872551682?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/7446794276872551682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-little-christmas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7446794276872551682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7446794276872551682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-little-christmas.html' title='A very little christmas'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-818551783555273610</id><published>2009-12-21T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:36:00.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ in Kerteh</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer : No pork chop.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One fine evening, Angie suggested to have a year-end gathering for the Kerteh folks. So a BBQ it is.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_434" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="I marinated the chicken wings! "]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-434" title="DSC00643" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00643.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Actually i learnt the marinate sauce from kc. Hehe..im genius ok, he only showed me once then I can remember all the ingredients ad.=P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then the guys brought some vodka and wine. Mixed with juices.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_435" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Some seniors from UTP, some from petronas"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-435" title="DSC00651" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00651.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_436" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Appreciating the wonderful tradition we have"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-436" title="DSC00653" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00653.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_437" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Chef of the day,Jarryd (kerbau&amp;#39;s housemate)"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-437" title="DSC00657" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00657.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_438" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Angie, prettiest of them all. The malay colleagues of hers always kap her like mad. up down left right."]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-438" title="DSC00663" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00663.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The light was warm, the air was breezy (because Rantau Laut housing area is by the beach) and the gathering was simply happening in this quiet town. And they kept asking me ' when you are leaving?' because somehow the bbq was my farewell. haha....but to me, it was just a reason to have a gathering afterall (in a good sense).  " Every event must have a purpose.And the purpose makes things meaningful." Quoted from Timothy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For more photos, please visit my facebook.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Next up: my bro's wedding in Penang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-818551783555273610?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/818551783555273610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/12/bbq-in-kerteh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/818551783555273610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/818551783555273610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/12/bbq-in-kerteh.html' title='BBQ in Kerteh'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-2078653936355428167</id><published>2009-12-04T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:57.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my not-so-flawless face</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went clicking on my opu's homepage...then the photo that pop out makes me feel like asking the corporate affairs ppl to remove it. SOBS..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_431" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Sigh"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/picture20115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/picture20115.jpg" alt="" title="Picture1" width="500" height="333" class="size-full wp-image-431" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Of so many shots, why must put such close-up picture of mine. Till can see my pimple scars!! Btw, thats my cover-all. You might ask why it is in blue.not yellow. The answer is cus we dont wana advertise for Digi. ahhaa..nah, becauseee *INFO* blue symbolizes gas, and our OPU uses ethylene gas to produce polyethylene (duhh..if any pet engineer ask me why ethylene is in gas form,I will ask them to go retake their degree.) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am currently lying on my queen-size bed, watching 'unsolved history of pearl harbour' on discovery channel, and simultaneously watching tvb. Then Miss Beulah (who is spending her first weekend not in KL, great achievement *clapclapclap* ) just texted me and asked me to go Kuantan. (Booo... this girl cant even sit still at home for a quiet weekend...forgive her, she cant live without malls) But I dont wana get stuck in the flood and jam for 2 hours just to cross the bridge! haih...tough decision. doink doink! shall blog about the flood later. Now hotel very dry so no picture for you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-2078653936355428167?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/2078653936355428167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-not-so-flawless-face.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/2078653936355428167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/2078653936355428167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-not-so-flawless-face.html' title='my not-so-flawless face'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-3499616318483715776</id><published>2009-12-02T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:57.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply delicious</title><content type='html'>Now that I am stuck in the midst of  a pool of dirty rainwater * glance over the window, parking lot is nowhere to be seen* , so I decided to write something about how i spent my weekend in ipoh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Last week was Haj holiday and in this land, it was a bonus two-days holiday so I got 4 days weekend ( hak! finally I got something that makes you jealous ,miss hew) . Anyway, I carpooled kerbau's kerbau (sounds so weird, but yeah, his car is gray and it looks like a buffalo)  to kl since he is meeting nata there. Then the next day I took a bus up north to ipoh, it has been awhile since I took  a bus and I was not comfortable sitting next to  stranger. Thus, I was awake whole journey, in case he ( a Burmese or something) pretends to fall asleep and lean against me. bluek! Kc fetched me to tong sui kai and I ate two bowls of tong sui despite after having a quite-heavy dinner at home. If you give me 10 bowls of tong sui everyday also no problem cus I used to finish whole pot of tong sui alone at home , for my mom.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh oh, I forgot to mention...my hp died on Thursday morning (the day I went back to kl) ,very fortunate that it decided to do me a favor to wake me up before it shows blank face to me. I went to work without handphone and I felt like I have lost a part of my soul. I kept trying to resurrect my hp but it was so stubborn. This is how technology controls us, worse than losing IC, passport or credit card.  So the first thing I do is to fix my handphone when I reach kl,the stupid guy told me it is the screen that is causing problem and said need 140rm to replace the LCD. I waas like " I rather trade it off then..." so I went to Ipoh to ask again. And the hp guy said the sliding part spoilt and only cost 60rm. Finally after few hours of surgery, my hp came alive. =))) That night we had BBQ at kc's house. Meat meat and sausages...and mahjong...and poker after that, felt so seashore-holiday.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next day, we went to watch Planet 51, which is a funny animation that talks about aliens seeing human as alien on their planet. A mind-relaxing movie I would say. plus I get to watch for freeee cus I got a free ticket on my birthday month. Muahhaha.. After lingering around, we decided to go home and kc made me this--&amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_427" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Carbonara ala chef chai"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-427" title="DSC00642" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dsc00642.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Forgive the macaroni, supposed to be spaghetti but search whole tronoh and taman maju also cannot find one freaking-precious spaghetti. It was Sunday and most shops closed. But type of noodle is not a factor so nvm, it was perfecto with pork ham strips. Give me carbonara yee min also I will finish it. =) Thankiu darling. lalalalala...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sorry that the carbonara macaroni is the only picture I took whole journey. I forgot to take picture of the BBQ , nor the dimsum brunch I had, nor the cendol I had, nor the yong taufu I had. Mainly because I dont wana make you all jealous about another thing,besides the 4 days weekend *Evil laughter*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hope the sky will stop crying cus I am bad at handling tears. I dont want my car to die in the middle of the road. *finger crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-3499616318483715776?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/3499616318483715776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/12/simply-delicious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3499616318483715776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3499616318483715776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/12/simply-delicious.html' title='Simply delicious'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-561848501049876936</id><published>2009-11-20T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:55.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two more years to 2012</title><content type='html'>After two weeks of struggling in a pork-free land, I went home last weekend to meet with jes and kahling for 2012!! And not to forget kl and her special friend Aaron , also the very kesian punye Shen who sat behind me during the cinema and kept kicking my chair (dunno for wat,maybe too lonely at the back). HAHAHA...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Before the movie, we went to Dragon-i for some more-human-consumable food (as compared to what I had here). Miss Hew ate her porkchop fried rice at the speed of 1spoon/5mins , so one can imagine how long she finish half of the pot. The moral of the story is if you feel full, you shud eat faster so that you dont feel bloated till you can only finish half of the food portion like Miss Hew. (Sumo kept drinking the chinese tea, mentang2 is free flow). In the end I stuffed her a shanghai dumpling before I went off to get my bag. After I come back, I find only one bite on the dumpling. -_-&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_417" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="look closer to her friedrice and see how much is it inside!"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc00627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-417" title="DSC00627" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc00627.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_418" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="miss hew, jessss and i"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc00628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-418" title="DSC00628" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc00628.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After the meal, jess introduced a 'new' shortcut to us. So we took a few photos there (next to a dustbin) .&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_419" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Jes says, its a NEW shortcut !"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc00636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-419" title="DSC00636" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc00636.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_420" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Jes and her sis, Li May"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc00637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-420" title="DSC00637" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc00637.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_421" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="The library, new hangout spot for nightlife-ter"]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc00638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-421" title="DSC00638" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc00638.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I doubt you can find any encyclopedia inside. Maybe ' Alcohol 101' or 'The philosophy of drinking' or '  How to check out hot chicks for Dummies'&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_422" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="A horse carrying a lamp on his head outside the library. hurmm.."]&lt;a href="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc00640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-422" title="DSC00640" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc00640.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So thats my weekend. Next up is Lookout point in Cheras. But I think miss hew dun wana bring us la, jes.. She got special friend enough ad..sobs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-561848501049876936?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/561848501049876936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-more-years-to-2012.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/561848501049876936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/561848501049876936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-more-years-to-2012.html' title='two more years to 2012'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-2695608064577578401</id><published>2009-11-04T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:55.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geburtstag!</title><content type='html'>I dint abandon my blog on purpose! I was just too occupied with things ,with the new environment at my workplace.Anyway,Happy birthday to me!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is me with my square doggy that I brought along with me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_408" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="square doggy!"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-408" title="DSC00606" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc006063.jpg" alt="DSC00606" width="500" height="666" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I online using this one: officiate it today -celcom broadband prepaid&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;one day usage = RM6, one week is RM 20&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_409" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="broadband prepaid"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-409" title="DSC00607" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc00607.jpg" alt="DSC00607" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;While Im enjoying the broadband, I am munching this: crunchy seaweed with lots wasabi. yummy!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_411" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="wasabi seaweed"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-411" title="DSC00609" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc006091.jpg" alt="DSC00609" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And this is what I got from Beulah and Weizhu: jumping rabbit&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Can twist the key of the rabbit then it will jump around!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_413" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="the white wabbit"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-413" title="DSC00608" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/dsc00608.jpg" alt="DSC00608" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hehe...thank you everyone for the wishes! Cant wait for the weekend to come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-2695608064577578401?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/2695608064577578401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/11/geburtstag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/2695608064577578401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/2695608064577578401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/11/geburtstag.html' title='Geburtstag!'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-2235599304700489116</id><published>2009-10-23T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:54.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough week</title><content type='html'>This week was a tough one for me. Mostly on the energy that I need to give out to meet new people, remembering names especially when everyone seems to share the same name with different spellings. And I had to put on a smile on my face, while making coffee in the pantry, walking into the elevator, walking through the crowds in klcc and etc. You know, the tiredness of having to put on the most cheerful smile when you have nothing to be excited about. And worst is when people is so interested to know the only chinese young female executive in the whole floor. People just kept throwing me questions repetitively, until a point I feel like a clown having to entertain everyone in the room. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thats one part. It gets tougher when I cant login to windows. Yes, workstation! until I asked the iperintis guy sitting next to me whats the password to login. Then only I managed to do some paperwork on my desktop. Believe it or not. a leading oil &amp;amp; gas multinational of choice-wanna-be still provide her staff with CRT monitor, which makes my life more miserable cus I cant focus on the blurry monitor. It just hurts my eyes. Sigh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then now I am back at home. Saw something that I dint wana see. And feeling down. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Plus, next week I am posted to kerteh again... for three months. And I am thinking of getting a broadband this week for that three day-like-year months. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Events and people just bothers me this week. The only happy moment I had was today's lunch when I had M.A.C make-up with xiao qi. Thankiu xqxq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-2235599304700489116?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/2235599304700489116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/10/tough-week.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/2235599304700489116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/2235599304700489116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/10/tough-week.html' title='Tough week'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-856378396417821825</id><published>2009-09-30T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:53.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day at work</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day at work. And it is the first time I'm late to work  by 25mins. I dint do it on purpose. Blame the traffic. eek!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Let's start with a Airasia-look-alike advert.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_395" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Welcome aboard."]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-395" title="DSC00321" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/dsc00321.jpg" alt="Welcome aboard." width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_396" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Colleagues from Patent dept and Legal Dept"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-396" title="DSC00326" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/dsc00326.jpg" alt="Colleagues from Patent dept and Legal Dept" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_397" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Colleagues from Operation Dept and Marketing Dept"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-397" title="DSC00347" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/dsc00347.jpg" alt="Colleagues from Operation Dept and Marketing Dept" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_398" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Company&amp;#39;s COO, boss still lingering in Taiwan"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-398" title="DSC00351" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/dsc00351.jpg" alt="Company's COO, boss still lingering in Taiwan" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_400" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="My workstation"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-400" title="DSC00338" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/dsc003381.jpg" alt="My workstation" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_401" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Patent dept"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-401" title="DSC00322" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/dsc00322.jpg" alt="Patent dept" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Clocking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-856378396417821825?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/856378396417821825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-day-at-work.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/856378396417821825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/856378396417821825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-day-at-work.html' title='Last day at work'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-1390369803993563995</id><published>2009-09-28T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:53.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Googlle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I saw this when I was searching something using google. The next second when I search for another subject, the &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#36ca16;"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; disappear!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_392" align="aligncenter" width="499" caption="Double-L-google"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-392" title="googlle" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/googlle.jpg" alt="Double-L-google" width="499" height="262" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-1390369803993563995?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/1390369803993563995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/googlle.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1390369803993563995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1390369803993563995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/googlle.html' title='Googlle'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-2581256468412430086</id><published>2009-09-27T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:52.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those days in hospital</title><content type='html'>Recently a friend of mine underwent an operation and she posted pictures of her during her stay in the ward. One of the pictures reminded me of my stay when everyone else is enjoying their semester holiday.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The best part of being operated is that you dont need detoxifying/slimming pills  or diet plans to lose a lot of weight.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_383" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="my tag"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-383" title="DSC00270" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/dsc00270.jpg" alt="my tag" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_384" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="This is included in the hospital stay package. But I dint touch them at all. Who eats curry chicken when they are sick??"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-384" title="DSC00273" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/dsc00273.jpg" alt="This is included in the hospital stay package. But I dint touch them at all. Who eats curry chicken when they are sick??" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_385" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="The needle that stays. "]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-385" title="DSC00276" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/dsc00276.jpg" alt="The needle that stays. " width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_386" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="No sexy nurse. "]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-386" title="DSC00286" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/dsc00286.jpg" alt="No sexy nurse. " width="500" height="666" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The nurse is injecting the fluid to force the blood back to the vain,when the blood backflow into the tube. She did that several times a night cus she FORGOT to check whether my nutritious fluid pack is empty and my blood backflow-ed into the tube..  This is really painful because you can feel the cold fluid being pumped into your vain and your vain is  icy cold for the whole night.Dun try this at home. =P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a gross Monday morning if you're reading this on a Monday morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-2581256468412430086?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/2581256468412430086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/those-days-in-hospital.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/2581256468412430086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/2581256468412430086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/those-days-in-hospital.html' title='Those days in hospital'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-7484887373454807114</id><published>2009-09-24T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:52.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says height is a problem?</title><content type='html'>I have been following American's Next Top Model (ANTM) cycle 13 religiously every wednesday. Despite no DC for me to download, I still can watch the latest episodes, thanks to youtube. Haha..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Unlike the previous cycles, this time Tyra realized petite girls' dream of walking down the runway. The criteria to participate ANTM 13  is that they must be below 5 feet 7, meaning below 170cm. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But every cycle must have a girl with attitude problem so that the cycle will have more drama. This time, they have Bianca. Her face is no where near to a model ,but yet she has passed two elimination rounds as the bottom two. (she will get kicked out sooner or later, with her mouth) . And I hate when she starts complaining.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_259" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Bianca"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-259" title="bianca" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/bianca.jpg" alt="Bianca" width="500" height="259" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The girl i like watching is Rachel cus she got a pair of enormous eyes and she looks like a country girl. Haha..I always prefer country girls over others. At least they are more soft-spoken and not so materialistic as compared to city girls.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_260" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Rachel"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-260" title="rachel" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/rachel.jpg" alt="Rachel" width="500" height="259" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Erin and Brittany are the other two I like. Others are just so-so. But the winner always turn out to be someone you never expect she will win.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_261" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Erin"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-261" title="erin" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/erin.jpg" alt="Erin" width="500" height="259" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_262" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Brittany"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-262" title="brittany" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/brittany.jpg" alt="Brittany" width="500" height="259" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_263" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Jennifer - the only Asian in the show"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-263" title="jennifer" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/jennifer.jpg" alt="Jennifer - the only Asian in the show" width="500" height="262" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;RAAAWW.. I blog cus I am a bit sien looking at patents. Now getting back to work,in case boss skype call and pressure us again. *making sure my skype is not online these few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-7484887373454807114?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/7484887373454807114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-says-height-is-problem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7484887373454807114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7484887373454807114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-says-height-is-problem.html' title='Who says height is a problem?'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6128578081992843688</id><published>2009-09-11T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:52.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike</title><content type='html'>Nope. Not 3D, cus dint buy kc's car plate number&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Nope.Not 4D, cus dint buy my own car plate number&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Nope.Not TOTO, cus dint buy any car plate number on wed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I always ask myself  "&lt;em&gt;why me?&lt;/em&gt; out of 450000 people. &lt;em&gt;Why me?&lt;/em&gt; "  when I knew that I was chosen for our stupid patriotic national service. So patriotic that youngsters 'died' for the country.  I was in utp back then and knew jes also got chosen. Then I told myself " I am not the only one..."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Today, I asked myself again "why me &lt;em&gt;larrh&lt;/em&gt;?" when I see this:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_251" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="All the doctor did was a throat swab, and I am back with a question &amp;quot; why me larrhh?&amp;quot;"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-251" title="sigh" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/11-5.jpg" alt="All the doctor did was a throat swab, and I am back with a question &amp;quot; why me larrhh?&amp;quot;" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What a nice date to commemorate. 999 = S.O.S&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I have this legendary 'Tamiflu', apparently the name of the antiviral is in German and I understand it. Muahaha..You will always find the  'halt' button in trains/trams in Germany, cus you need to press it to tell the driver you wana stop at the next station.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_252" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Fluhalt = Stop the flu (translated from German). "]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-252" title="legendary medicine" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/11-4.jpg" alt="Fluhalt = Stop the flu (translated from German). " width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I shall buy 3D,4D and TOTO tomorrow.  like that also strike h1n1. Dint go travel, only went out to do hair and service car also get. Sigh...and sumo kc 'throw more stones into the flooded well' by saying, " good la..like that you got immune to the virus ad"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Give you this face (-_-).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;P/S: If you got high fever like 38-39 then you should straight go to the nearest hospital and get a throat swab, and you will be rewarded with the legendary "tamiflu".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Next topic is about my discovery of photoshop function inside my T90!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dc143c;"&gt;RETOUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. crop to remove unwanted portions- use only when there is someone unnecessary in the picture, like when you are snapping photo with Prince William, Middleton just appear on his left.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2. remove red eye caused by flash - normal function&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3. sharpen picture around a chosen point- for use when your hand is shaky&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;4. blur the periphery of a chosen point - to cover something not meant for public view&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;5. surround a chosen point in monochrome- to make you focus on what is needed to be focused on. The picture below a bit fail cus no colour contrast. grey look like purple also.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_255" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="monochrome"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-255" title="monochrome" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/11-3.jpg" alt="monochrome" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;6. fisheye - your face will look like in a sphere, will try it when I have shen's headshot. hehehe&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;7. starburst- to make your candlelight dinner look more glamorous. Can choose the density of the starburst. starry until you blind also can. =)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_253" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="starry starry night"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-253" title="starburst" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/11-1.jpg" alt="starry starry night" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;8. radial blur around a chosen point- usually use in posters for horror movies. with the eerie eyes?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_254" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="remind you of what movies?"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-254" title="radial" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/11-2.jpg" alt="remind you of what movies?" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;9. blur and dim the periphery for a nostalgic effect- if you want to make your photo look like in 90's, then you can use this.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;10. modify ppl face to appear smiling- ahak! This one is like make you smile like a joker. It can sense people's face and where their mouth is and stretch it into a moon shape.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;11. paint and additional frames / icons - you can scroll back to the first picture and see the dog footprints and the exclamation marks. It is all done inside my camera, not in photoshop.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;12. Crop/resize photo and auto-save.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I can now photoshop my picture like a pro  just by a tap on the touchscreen, no more open application and left/right clicks to edit my photo. And it will auto-save my edited photo as a renamed photo when I save it. I think I start to sound like a promoter..-_-"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*wear mask. quarantine self for seven days. SIEBEN TAGE YOU KNOW!! sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6128578081992843688?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6128578081992843688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/strike.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6128578081992843688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6128578081992843688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/strike.html' title='Strike'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-4198743372476549362</id><published>2009-09-10T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:49.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One finger pointing others, four finger pointing yourself</title><content type='html'>This is specially dedicated to the one who used to point finger at me. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Someone who publicly talks about her relationship and dint wanna admit her ignominious past..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-4198743372476549362?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/4198743372476549362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-finger-pointing-others-four-finger.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4198743372476549362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4198743372476549362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-finger-pointing-others-four-finger.html' title='One finger pointing others, four finger pointing yourself'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-371602144700195635</id><published>2009-09-05T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:49.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Female stalker</title><content type='html'>Since miss crystal was complaining someone is stalking her in fb, i also wanna talk about something 'interesting' happened to me today. About a female stalker.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Today I went to Puchong to service my car, then i headed to Giant to buy some groceries for my mom. When I was queueing, there is this girl dressed in black top and white skirt in front of me with a pale,moody face. She looked abit weird to me, with her eyeballs rolling around and looking around aimlessly. I just ignored her and paid when it is my turn. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then I decided to rebond my hair (after few weeks of struggle with messy hair), but I knew the process will take 4 hours so I went to eat at OldTown. Alright, the moment I sit down and look up. She is sitting in front of my table, this time listening to mp3 player. Then I was thinking ' how coincidence'. Mind you, the OldTown is across the road, opposite Giant and not inside Giant.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So later around 430pm, I drive home with my straighten hair (and my bro said " how come your hair before and after rebonding also look the same??" wasted your 190bucks only. Only girls will notice the differences larrr...again, men are hopeless when comes to details) He then suggested to watch "Laughing-Gor" so we went to buy movie ticket. Just when I came down with an escalator, I look up and see HER again!!! In SUNWAY PYRAMID AT 730PM. Walaooo..i had a little goosebumps that time. From morning till evening see her thrice at different places. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Scary.Chills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-371602144700195635?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/371602144700195635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/female-stalker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/371602144700195635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/371602144700195635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/female-stalker.html' title='Female stalker'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-7680672899903157038</id><published>2009-09-04T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:49.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For her</title><content type='html'>Often when a girl receives flowers or gifts or gone through some romantic moments, her love-o-tank will be full of love. But the love in the tank will slowly be consumed over time. When it drops to 'E', the girl gets moody and starts nagging her bf over why other girls always get something from their bfs and she doesnt.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyway, back to the story. Last week I was seen waiting impatiently , stretching my neck to peek whether the delivery man has arrived at my office. Just right before 6pm, I got the thing that I have been looking forward to. It was for her. And it was something that I know will pump her love-o-meter to the fullest. It was this.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_242" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Carnations!"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-242" title="0001" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/0001.jpg" alt="Carnations!" width="500" height="667" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was the first time I gave her flowers, last time I would make birthday cards for her. But this year, I wanted to give her something different. Something she would love to receive, but always insist on the price that is not worth it considering it dries within days.  When I handed her the bouquet, I knew she was happy. =) Then all of us went uphill to the city of entertainment.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-243" title="0002" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/0002.jpg" alt="0002" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_244" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="dishes"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-244" title="0004" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/0004.jpg" alt="dishes" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_245" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Mummy and the little cupcake"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-245" title="0007" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/0007.jpg" alt="Mummy and the little cupcake" width="500" height="667" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_246" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Me in workwear. So weird.."]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-246" title="0008" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/0008.jpg" alt="Me in workwear. So weird.." width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-7680672899903157038?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/7680672899903157038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7680672899903157038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7680672899903157038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-her.html' title='For her'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-141416408744921009</id><published>2009-08-31T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:47.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so hard to say goodbye.</title><content type='html'>I have encountered so much over the merdeka weekend.  I foresee myself to be offline for quite awhile in November. Nope, I am not going for vacation..It is not because of my patent examination either...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here, I have a few words to tell my mates before I proceed..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Crystal: I might not be able to chat with you everyday from 9am to 6pm ad...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Jason: I might not be able to comment on your fb status  5 secs after you post it ad...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Shen: I might be joining you for lunch soon...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Wz: I might find you for lunch occasionally ad..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr facebook: I might not be able to sign in to play mafia wars everyday ad...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Googlemail: I might not be able to sign in to keep myself update ad..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Boredom: I will be meeting you very often every now and then..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mates, I will be overlooking the dust and haze covering KL city from 16th floor, maybe looking at shen from my place too.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-239" title="One of the towers" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/one-of-the-tower.jpg" alt="One of the towers" width="424" height="321" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get to shop after work liao...gonna be broke!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-141416408744921009?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/141416408744921009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/141416408744921009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/141416408744921009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='It&amp;#39;s so hard to say goodbye.'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-222657085007386478</id><published>2009-08-26T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:44.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a girl will do for her loved ones.</title><content type='html'>As the title suggest,  what girls will do for their love ones?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Recently there was an example in Tim's blog. About a girl asking a favor from him , specifically asking for a tube of potato chips with rare flavour from the Mamee owner/son of the owner. To THAT extend! Just because her bf loves that potato chips.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Girls are emotional muggles. They do thing that is irrational but in their world, it is something that MUST be done, no matter what it takes. Hence, that girl emailed to the famous blogger, asking for potato chips.  Guys who are reading this, please be thankful if your gf search up and down for your favourite snacks, just to make your day glow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Referring to the earlier statement of  "Girls are emotional muggles", I am a girl, so I am emotional. And yesterday I did something irrational (but MUST be done according to the law of Venus). The story goes like this....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He was on his way home last night, and at the same time, on the phone with me. Then he hanged up when he reach home and said will call me back. So I continue watching my series while waiting for his call. About 20 minutes later, I thought of something to ask him, so I called instead of waiting for him to call back.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1st attempt ended with voicemall, so I thought maybe he is in a shower.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;5 minutes later, I called again. 2nd attempt left unanswered. So I thought maybe he is STILL in a shower.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I called another 5 minutes later. No answer again then I thought he must have left his hp in the car.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then I went online to see whether he is there. No sign of him in fb or gtalk.   I thought he might go to his car to pick up his hp when he realized his hp is missing. So I waited for a while ( like one hour).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After #god-knows-how-many-times of trying to reach him, I started to panic ( Girls not only like to do irrational things, they also THINK TOO MUCH all the time). I am worry that something bad might have happened to him. So I went on to seek help from his friends. That is when the irrational thinking kicks out of my mind, thinking of asking them to drive to his house and check out what happen.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know it sounds ridiculous to men cus men are always rational and they will come out with 101 solutions and reasons to tell you not to be worry. Luckily he called back after 15 minutes (FINALLY) and got nagged by me over the phone. And luckily his friends have not yet leave the uni at that time, else I really owe them a big time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Men are hopeless and they dunno their girlfriends always worry about them. End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-222657085007386478?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/222657085007386478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-girl-will-do-for-her-loved-ones.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/222657085007386478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/222657085007386478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-girl-will-do-for-her-loved-ones.html' title='What a girl will do for her loved ones.'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-7785541571764197940</id><published>2009-08-22T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:44.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio insights</title><content type='html'>I am still pending for my family photos from the photoshoot at Bliss the other day, before convocation. Haha, I used my sis-in-law's scroll as prop.  But my bro took some studio-tic photos at the studio setting, which I find them really nice. Most probably cus it is pure white..=)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_230" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Looking handsome"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-230" title="DSC_3650 resized" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/dsc_3650-resized.jpg" alt="Looking handsome" width="500" height="753" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_231" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Lawyer wanna-be"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-231" title="DSC_3672 resized" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/dsc_3672-resized.jpg" alt="Lawyer wanna-be" width="500" height="408" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_232" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Goody"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-232" title="DSC_3674 resized" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/dsc_3674-resized.jpg" alt="Goody" width="500" height="753" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The truth is, the grand piano is a prop too! The bridal shop made the unplayable piano with a fake keyboard. A real grand piano will cost you a honda city in malaysia. That's why.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*Will have more formal family photos soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-7785541571764197940?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/7785541571764197940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/08/studio-insights.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7785541571764197940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7785541571764197940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/08/studio-insights.html' title='Studio insights'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6170280549734464794</id><published>2009-08-22T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:44.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at Imperial</title><content type='html'>This was a pending post that I did not finish the other day. Totally unrelated to convo or whatsoever.muahaha...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My cousin sister came back from UK for a month of summer holiday so we went for dinner at Tai Thong, Subang Jaya.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As that time I just got my camera, i was kampung-ly snapping every single thing in the restaurant. To make it worse,my attire was really 'casual' with flip flop. haha..I didnt bother cus I was experimenting all the settings in the camera to get a nice warm shot.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_204" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="The interior"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-204" title="DSC00023" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/dsc00023.jpg" alt="The interior" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_205" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Auto Macro shot"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-205" title="DSC00021" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/dsc00021.jpg" alt="Auto Macro shot" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_219" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Peking duck"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-219" title="DSC00025" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/dsc00025.jpg" alt="Peking duck" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_220" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="I know you see my flip-flop. Just pretend you dint notice it ok? "]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-220" title="DSC00030" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/dsc00030.jpg" alt="I know you see my flip-flop. Just pretend you dint notice it ok? " width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6170280549734464794?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6170280549734464794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/08/dinner-at-imperial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6170280549734464794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6170280549734464794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/08/dinner-at-imperial.html' title='Dinner at Imperial'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6933352955907762626</id><published>2009-08-12T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:43.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little surprises</title><content type='html'>The first little surprise I got from him was simply a cup of white chocolate from Coffeebean out of nowhere. Which he claimed that the cup doesnt fit into the microwave at taman maju's 7-11 so it became cold WhiteChoc, but my heart was warmed by the cold WhiteChoc. &lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_215" align="aligncenter" width="480" caption="Sips"]&lt;img src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/whitechoc.jpg" alt="Sips" title="whitechoc" width="480" height="360" class="size-full wp-image-215" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then I got a enormous Ostrich egg as the Easter egg. Which I thought at the first place he was going to give me a normal chicken egg with painting on it. And I fried the egg but too bad not all likes it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The third one , causes him to sneeze all the way from Ipoh to UTP. At first I thought he is just having his normal sensitive nose.In the end, I found out that it was because there was a bunch of roses in the boot. For me. *Wet a tissue*&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/roses.jpg" alt="roses" title="roses" width="500" height="375" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-216" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In return, I once surprised him with ham sandwich and coffee nicely packed for his journey to KL. Woke up at 5am to prepare those and sneakily put it in his car (cus I have his car keys) and anxiously waited for his call to tell me he ate the sandwiches. =P&lt;br/&gt;Just not long ago, I was preparing myself to go to work and start my car engine. No voices of MyFM DJ. Then I realized there was a CD in my player. I thought someone (my dad or bro) used my car and played CD. So I took it out , until he called and asked" you got listen to the CD or not?". It was him, who burned me Khalil's songs. *Wet another tissue* I play it over and over again on my way home. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_217" align="aligncenter" width="320" caption="love his songs"]&lt;img src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/orangemoon.jpg" alt="love his songs" title="orangemoon" width="320" height="298" class="size-full wp-image-217" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The last time I gave him a little surprise was during his birthday. I ordered an Ipod Nano from Apple, you may wonder why I didnt buy it from AppleStore. It was customized. Only one in this world. I long-necked over several days for that courier and was really happy to see DHL van came in the evening, right before he came home from work. *Wet 3rd piece of tissue*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Those are the little surprises that keep us wetting more tissues. =) Forgive me, that I am jiwang today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6933352955907762626?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6933352955907762626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-surprises.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6933352955907762626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6933352955907762626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-surprises.html' title='Little surprises'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-1191985910076584800</id><published>2009-08-11T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:43.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about competitive</title><content type='html'>Remember how expensive it is cost to make a call using Maxis last time?  It was RM 1.20/min , and now you get  lower than RM0.30/min. Why? Because of the rise of Digi, U-mobile ,XOXO etc.. all because Malaysia do not depend only on one telco anymore. You can simply say Maxis is competitive because they did not went down just because of the other telco come out with yellowman,leehom and zero rate etc..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Remember how much you need to pay when you wana travel to overseas? MAS was the only national airline, and what happen when Airasia came with their red attack? They come out with plans like MHlow,MHbasic,MHflex etc.. You can tell MAS is still operating well (kinda) because they are competitive though they are not making so much profit now.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And remember what we used to drive before Perodua is established? A Wira with confirm-rusty-roof-after-3-years. And how Perodua is being more successful than Proton before Proton is the only national car company in Msia? Because Proton is not competitive enough that they are struggling to come out with funny turtle looking car and offer low price for cheaper parts. And sometimes you wonder why your dad's Honda can last 10 years without a quack but it costs you two Myvi and in other countries, it only cost you the same price as a Myvi? Because the national car companies want to survive. They want to 'look and smell' cheaper than imported cars, thats why you are paying the price of two Myvi for a Honda City. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now, you look at our national oil company. And you tell others that the company is  "one of the best well-managed companies in Malaysia" (I just came across somebody's comment about pet and show no offence to all pet employees). Have you thought about what will happen if there is another national oil company at the current state? Will the fuel price you pay shrink by double? Or rather each petrol station offer a different fuel charge? And how competitive the employees can be?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-1191985910076584800?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/1191985910076584800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/08/talking-about-competitive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1191985910076584800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1191985910076584800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/08/talking-about-competitive.html' title='Talking about competitive'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-5208293452390463721</id><published>2009-07-28T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:43.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's next?</title><content type='html'>As I grow older, I need to answer a lot of questions when I first meet new people. Like 'where are you from?'.  Then my answers vary depending on who I meet. I will say " oh, I study somewhere in Kerteh and I live somewhere in Terengganu but my hometown is in Ipoh" . If that person is someone that I think he/she is not a judgmental person, I will answer him/her " I live in Dungun" as I know he/she will not give me a ier-she-is-from-that-filthy-PAS-ruling-KAMPUNG that kinda expression. Someone I knew quite long ago was being a judgmental one as my unimates start working or in a search for a job. What I saw was ' company A' is one grade above the others and those who got paid higher means they are more superior. Of course, everyone wants a high pay job. Who doesnt. I can only blame myself for not being capable or 'superior' enough to enter the "company A". &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Or is it a better route to take when there is no traffic jam on that route?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-5208293452390463721?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/5208293452390463721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-next.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/5208293452390463721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/5208293452390463721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-next.html' title='What&amp;#39;s next?'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-364003264776332959</id><published>2009-07-27T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:43.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robomop</title><content type='html'>Today a robot invaded my house. He can move without knowing where he is going and he trails you everywhere you go.  The best part is he can lick my house floor without a tongue.He is not a doggybot.not a hamsterbot either.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_200" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="robomop running around the house"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-200" title="DSC00016-2" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/dsc00016-2.jpg" alt="robomop running around the house" width="500" height="483" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Such a simple but yet effective design. An invention by Norwegian. I think it is inspired by the following:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_201" align="aligncenter" width="406" caption="He is so cute&amp;amp;hilarious!! He can even &amp;#39;open&amp;#39; the ball and come out by himself."]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-201" title="hamster" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/hamster.jpg" alt="He is so cute&amp;amp;hilarious!! He can even 'open' the ball and come out by himself." width="406" height="414" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Will have more photos in my post (if I saw something interesting). Strictly no self-snapping. yet. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-364003264776332959?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/364003264776332959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/robomop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/364003264776332959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/364003264776332959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/robomop.html' title='Robomop'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6099386309301388467</id><published>2009-07-25T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:41.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched by him</title><content type='html'>Is a brand new him! Feel his TOUCH.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ladies and gentlement, meet my new toy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_195" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="T-90"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-195" title="DSCF0015" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/dscf0015.jpg" alt="T-90" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fully touch screen, Carl Zeiss lense, 4x optical zoom and its sleek design freshly baked from oven. =P Check another item on my wishlist. Comparing the one taken using my old servant, Mr. A230 Fujifilm and my new Mr. T-90.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_196" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="A230"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-196" title="DSC00004-2" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/dsc00004-2.jpg" alt="A230" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Can see my A230 is a little over exposure and the flash just cant be turned off considering its technology was 6 years ago punyerr..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yayy..no more waiting for loading time. No more low battery sign flashing (almost everytime). No more over exposure photos. Yes more smile detection. Yes more evening photos. Yes more clearer photo. Yes more stylish camera. =)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm so contented today. DOINK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6099386309301388467?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6099386309301388467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/touched-by-him.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6099386309301388467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6099386309301388467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/touched-by-him.html' title='Touched by him'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-17089657191612094</id><published>2009-07-21T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:41.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Eepoh Fud Luver</title><content type='html'>I just came back from my hometown Eepoh yesterday and had lots of quality food and was happy with some little development in the town.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fudlist :&lt;br/&gt;1. Fusan Dim Sum. Check. And guess what...the shabby dim sum lao no longer exist. Fusan has moved to opposite of Ming Court and you will find a modern,huge 'cha lao' to eat dim sum now. Even with two storeys, equipped with takeaway section and at least 100 tables, we still need to stand next to a table and wait till people finish 'tan cha'. Ridiculously, me,kc, my two cousins, my mom and my aunt waited at different tables upstairs and downstairs. We managed to secure a table in the end and ate the bestest hao gao,siu mai (not me) , cha siu bao, eggtart and etc... The price is reasonable at around 60rm for  six even though they rebuild a building (yes, a building). I now officially call that street a "dim sum kai" cus there are 5 dim sum restaurants there..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2. Tong sui. Check. Upon arrival and after being a ikea assemblyman at kc's new place, we went for tong sui at 'tong sui kai'. The porridge I had was really smooth and as usual the tong sui is not too sweet with homemade feeling. =P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3. Police station curry mee. Check. No waiting on monday. yayyy..My advice is dun go there during chinese festive season like cny, mid autumn etc..cus you wont get to eat unless u wait for 1.5 hour. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There are a few things uncheck like tauge chicken , cendol outside my house, grinded peanut tong sui (fa seng wu) near to my house and yong taufu under the big tree. Shall check them when I go back next time. yumm~&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ohya..there is cavenzi in ipoh now! and the lumut highway is no longer bumpy road,bypassing batu gajah from gopeng. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-17089657191612094?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/17089657191612094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-eepoh-fud-luver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/17089657191612094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/17089657191612094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-eepoh-fud-luver.html' title='For Eepoh Fud Luver'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-8311594018706193556</id><published>2009-07-10T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:41.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam</title><content type='html'>I have been snapping photos using my hp but not without a sight of myself inside. =P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_186" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Cars"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-186" title="DSC09968" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/dsc09968.jpg" alt="Cars" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_188" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="More cars"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-188" title="DSC09967" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/dsc099671.jpg" alt="More cars" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And thus, I have developed a bad habit. I.......drive without my hands on the steering wheel most of the time and occasionally adjust the steering when I need to change the direction of my car. (!!!!! so crazy!!!)  All because of cars, more cars and traffic jam!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_190" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Numbers of car is inversely proportional to the speed of my car"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-190" title="DSC09965" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/dsc099651.jpg" alt="Numbers of car is inversely proportional to the speed of my car" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And imagine my car speed do not exceed 50km/h at most of the time until i reach home. This is the price to pay to enjoy the luxury of entertainment as compared to others who do not even have a proper cinema at their work town. doink!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_191" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="try focus on the car in red"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-191" title="DSC09969" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/dsc09969.jpg" alt="try focus on the car in red" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;See. Even cars nowadays need some music when they are stucked in a traffic jam.  Cute right. Some many interesting things on the road everyday during the jam. Last two weeks, got a car caught fire (and hence the jam). And countless cars broke down along the ldp everyday, but they are not causing the jam. It is always the kepo drivers who slow down their cars that is causing the jam. There was another time, I saw a couple camwhoring in the traffic jam (quite obvious that the gf is forcing the bf to take pic) and I was silently hoping that the bf dont suddenly break and make me bump into his car. Hahaha.. *MJ's Jam fade in*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-8311594018706193556?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/8311594018706193556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/jam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8311594018706193556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8311594018706193556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/jam.html' title='Jam'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-4898733258348640537</id><published>2009-07-06T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:40.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Engineers</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to ikea (again!) with my parents and we opt for some snacks after walking around the showroom. So me and kc went to get some food and when we are back to the table loaded, we saw my dad scribbling some measurements while waiting for us. And kc blurted " You know what.. never marry an engineer" I was like -_-"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There was another time (when kc first move in) , he was telling me that my bathroom has instructions on how to operate the water heater (with arrows drawn) . And I told him," yes, i grow up with engineers and instructions" and I found out that when I do not see instructions in other people's house. I am so used to seeing my dad writing 1. 2. 3. and I often organize things just like him now. I have also this car tags for car keys like " perodua, proton, honda toyota" in my house and my mom was "instructed" by my bro to follow the system.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sometimes my dad will dismantle the electronic appliances to check the circuit board, and there was once kc witnessed his scanner being dismantled into pieces and assembled back just because the scanner got a patch of ink inside the transparent platform.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh well, I find engineers are well-organized. At least in my house. And I have a guide of what to do when my house black out. So good to have lots of engineers at home. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-4898733258348640537?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/4898733258348640537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/house-of-engineers.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4898733258348640537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4898733258348640537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/house-of-engineers.html' title='House of Engineers'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-5715510149328707229</id><published>2009-07-05T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:40.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H3M</title><content type='html'>Met Eason Chan at Pyramid yesterday. His live performance is really good, no wonder he is so-call the new four-kings in chinese music industry. His care-free personality makes him approachable unlike other popstars. Seeing him makes me craving for another K-session. Who is freeee?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_178" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="He was just 40m away from me!"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-178" title="DSC_0341" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/dsc_0341.jpg" alt="He was just 40m away from me!" width="500" height="312" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-5715510149328707229?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/5715510149328707229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/h3m.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/5715510149328707229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/5715510149328707229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/h3m.html' title='H3M'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-7482964919421803389</id><published>2009-07-01T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:40.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S from the daughter of the late president of Zambia</title><content type='html'>Received the following email from Ms. Chipokota Levy &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;lt;chipokotalevy35@msn.com&amp;gt; to seek for my help to become her trustee and get 30% of her  treasury. -_- The scam is so lame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Dear,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know this mail will come to you as a surprise since we haven't discuss it before, but kindly bear with me at this moment. My situation at hand is miserable but I trust in God and hope you will be of my help. My name is Chipokota Levy Mwanawasa. I am 23 years old  and I held from Zambia, I am the daughter of late President Levy Mwanawasa, the former President of Zambia. My beloved father died on the 19th of August, 2008 in the French Hospital after he was hospitalized for a stroke.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;well,You can read more detail about the  death of my late father here.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26287278/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26287278/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am constrained to contact you because of the maltreatment which I am receiving from my step mother and my uncle. They both planned to take away all my late father's treasury and properties from me since the unexpected death of my beloved Father. Meanwhile I wanted to travel to Europe, but she hides away my diplomatic passport and other valuable documents. Luckily she did not discover where I kept my father's File which contained important documents.I am presently staying in the Mission camp in Burkina Faso. I am seeking for long-term relationship and investment assistance.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My father of blessed memory deposited the sum of $9.7Million US Dollars in a local bank in Burkina Faso with my name as the next of kin. I had contacted the Bank to claim the deposit but the Branch Manager whom I met in person told me that being a refugee my status does not permit and according to the local law and the agreement between my late father and the bank does not authorize me to carry out the operation. However, he advised me to provide a trustee who will stand on my behalf. Please I need your Assistance in this regard.I had wanted to inform my stepmother Mrs. Maureen Mwanawasa about this deposit but I am afraid that she will not offer me anything after the release of the money. Therefore, I decide to seek for your help in transferring the money into your bank account in your country or any safer place. while I will relocate to your country and settle down with you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It is my intention to compensate you with 30% of the total money for your assistancend the balance shall be my investment in any profitable venture which you will recommend to me as I have no any idea about foreign investment.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Please your kind reply is need and I beg you to maintain absolute privacy because my stepmother is seeking for me to provide infrmation on the account details for retrival of the money.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;br/&gt;Miss  Chipokota Levy M&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wanawasa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-7482964919421803389?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/7482964919421803389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/sos-from-daughter-of-late-president-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7482964919421803389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/7482964919421803389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/07/sos-from-daughter-of-late-president-of.html' title='S.O.S from the daughter of the late president of Zambia'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-9052106991257070122</id><published>2009-06-30T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:39.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot to wear my veil</title><content type='html'>Guess where I have been today?? The clue is in my title but no prize for getting the right answer. Tada! I went to IIUM aka Islamic school. Feel a little nostalgic cus reminds me of UTP where we have our concrete hostel, our classy library and our orangey pathway. Here I find only one theme which is the islamic value engraved into every elements of the campus. It was as classic as the campus in UK where you can see greens (real greens, not those like utp-change every month that type), old-fashioned buildings with the arch, and high rise tower like those in castle. However, the signage there is bad, some just uses A4 Paper with tiny fonts.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The thing that leaves a deep impression is that even non-muslims need to wear a veil whenever they are in the campus. And I dint wear,of course. I rather dont go if they want me to wear one. Siao. But the people there are polite, as what their religion educate, unlike our uni guards - loud and disrespect the locals.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_172" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Look at the craving and the stained glasses (a bit similar to church right?)"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-172" title="DSC09952" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc09952.jpg" alt="Look at the craving and the stained glasses (a bit similar to church right?)" width="500" height="666" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_173" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="They named their faculty as kulliyah there. Like Kulliyah of Science. "]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-173" title="DSC09954" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc09954.jpg" alt="They named their faculty as kulliyah there. Like Kulliyah of Science. " width="500" height="666" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;However, the campus seems to be very empty. But I saw a lot of arabians there, with beautiful eyes. =P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A day in an Islamic school. Dun worry, I am just impressed by the classical castle-like campus. No plans of switching my religion. Doink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-9052106991257070122?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/9052106991257070122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/06/forgot-to-wear-my-veil.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/9052106991257070122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/9052106991257070122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/06/forgot-to-wear-my-veil.html' title='Forgot to wear my veil'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-8628717694519286948</id><published>2009-06-29T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:37.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much pampering</title><content type='html'>The consequence of too much pampering is that you feel an little healthier despite the KFC chicken or the Dominos pizza that you swallow down last night. I do feel that my blood circulates better after the "stress-relieving' massage but my shoulder muscle pays an even greater price for that. I feel like it has been twisted horizontally since  last night, this morning and now!! Thanks to Miss Hew and her kind recommendation to True Spa. Me and kc were kinda regretted cus we thought that our body is too weak for the female-version-of-Hercules Thai massage girl to do her job. *Frown* Anyway, thankiu Miss Hew cus she intro us to the Spa. It has so many facilities but I think I am too poor to afford that for now. (Psstt..the consultant kept calling me today to make sure "my bf" sign up for the package ,luckily I was too occupied to realize that my handphone rang 5 times today. Tomorrow Im quite sure he will call again cus according to him, the "promotion" only lasts till tomorrow. Those lines are so familiar cus I always use them to meet our Shine sales target. Haha! I am so doinky evil.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh..oh..I forgot to change my gtalk caption to " Look! She forgot that she works in a decent office with facsimiles and Photocopy machines! She walks into the office with a deep-V body-hugging dress (exposing her peach colour bra and vivid panty line), thinking that she RULES the office. I think she was having hangover from last night clubbing, then dint have time to change her clothes. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Doinky Pat Gua me...=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-8628717694519286948?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/8628717694519286948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-much-pampering.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8628717694519286948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8628717694519286948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-much-pampering.html' title='Too much pampering'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-4173996237659696997</id><published>2009-06-27T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:37.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a ranting post.</title><content type='html'>First overtime after 1 month of working. No, I am not ranting about the overtime but there are just few colleagues that I  find really annoying. And you can easily guess that they are female.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Positive and positive ions reject each other. Same here in the office. The thing that really pissed me off t is this Miss E and Miss S who think that they are senior enough in the office and they OWN the company or something. It started off during my first week in the company and the phone rings without anyone answering them. And being the newbie in the company, Miss S eventually hinted to the rest of the people during lunch that 'I didnt answer the phone even though I hear it". So RIDICULOUS. My phone is not EVEN RINGING, BEEPING, VIBRATING OR IN ANY FORMS THAT TELLS ME THAT THE PHONE IS RINGING.The calls from outside do not even connect to my phone! Cant you get it, Miss Know-Everything? And she considered herself being so 'clever' and 'IT-savvy' that she IS the only one who can fix any IT-related problems. -_- HELLO? I dont earn my degree for nothing ok? And I am not having IQ below 100 that I do not know how to connect to LAN. The second person who annoys everybody else is the Miss E who do not go to office to work but to watch TVB drama. -_-" Just yesterday during a meeting, she literally 'command' everybody (which specifically directing the message to the two new colleagues in the company-not me) that anyone who hears the phone rings must pick up the phone. -_- If your ears were not plugged with earphone and listening to the TVB dialogs, you should have heard the phone rings. How can people who sit 10 miles on the other side of the office put down his/her work and run to pick up the phone? So our job here is to PICK UP THE PHONE la? Might as well change to the company name to TELEMARKETING2U... Seriously, you who is in-charge of sales/marketing should think of a better solution instead of 'fatt lan zha' during the meeting and &lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;bully&lt;/span&gt; order the others to do your job. You can either divert the call to an answering machine and ask people to leave a message, cant you? Really no point talking to such hormon-imbalance female.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_163" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="If I want to answer the phone,I have to run from one end to the other side of the office. Crazy, no better work to do meh."]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-163" title="DSC09941-2" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc09941-21.jpg" alt="If I want to answer the phone,I have to run from one end to the other side of the office. Crazy, no better work to do meh." width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyway, last weekend was spent wandering inside IKEA (We have actually went inside the showroom for THREE times in that week itself!). We went for quick snacks in the swedish food corner and ate the swedish meatballs for the first time, dont really fancy it cus the meat was too dense. Kc had his all time favourite salmon sashimi. The chicken wings were nice though. And one bonus is the drinks are refillable (someone was acting kiam cus at first he wanted to order one cup then share/refill. hahaha,bluek!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_164" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Poor salmon "]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-164" title="salmon" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc09944.jpg" alt="Poor salmon " width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_165" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Wings plus fries"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-165" title="chicwing" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc09945.jpg" alt="Wings plus fries" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_166" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Meatballs dipped in cheesy gravy"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-166" title="meatballs" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc09946.jpg" alt="Meatballs dipped in cheesy gravy" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My handphone camera really cha. Kahling, please reconsider your choice if you wana pick up a W-series SE phone. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-4173996237659696997?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/4173996237659696997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-ranting-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4173996237659696997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4173996237659696997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-ranting-post.html' title='This is a ranting post.'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-4939252478385952319</id><published>2009-06-25T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:37.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fallen</title><content type='html'>Yay.. my bro got me cheap tickets -RM 8 for a couple seat at cineleisure tonight! That is the reason why I skipped weizhu's post today about the movie. Cus he is a spoiler. haha.. Cant wait to transform into a cine-bot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-4939252478385952319?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/4939252478385952319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/06/fallen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4939252478385952319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4939252478385952319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/06/fallen.html' title='The fallen'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-1344345610232245862</id><published>2009-06-19T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:37.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need music!</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that part of my job is to review our beloved lecturers' thesis and justify their novelty? Oh my... I love to read the 248 pages thesis so much...I really need to consider bringing my iPod to work to keep myself awake! (Besides barn buddies, happy farm, restaurant city and mafia wars. and just added fashion wars.)&lt;br/&gt;Dun tell my boss. doink!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Edit: I just realized its two hundred and eighty-five pages 2-8-5 not 248....gosh, their student copy-paste skill is better than our uni's. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-1344345610232245862?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/1344345610232245862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1344345610232245862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/1344345610232245862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-music.html' title='I need music!'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-4436058733316671954</id><published>2009-06-18T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:36.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;fortunately is not offered by pet. Though pet has provided milk and rice all my life, I chose to give up on her, cus she doesnt need me. (What a good &lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;excuse&lt;/span&gt; reason!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So here I am working for an IP firm as patent executive. ("Wah the title so geng, quoted from ah hung today). It is not sooo geng, but I must say I like what I am doing now. btw, IP stands for intellectual property means patents, trademark, copyright, industrial design etc.. It is not a popular field for engineers but more known to people who study law. So my job incorporates my engineering knowledge with law. And I fell asleep several times the first few days when I was reading the Acts with all the 'hereinafter','said','comprises of' law terms stucked in my head. I am basically a chemi-engine-lawyer now. Nahh...not so geng yet.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So the message is I took a little muddy path as compared to my dear mates.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyway, move on to Father's day special.  Our family happened to celebrate d'day last weekend at the Curve. (Can I interrupt a bit and express my utmost regretful feeling when I reached there? THERE WAS A FREAKING ESPRIT WAREHOUSE SALE AT CINELEISURE AND KENNETH CHAI PULLED ME AWAY FROM IT!!!!! *BANG MY HEAD AGAINST MR McDONALD* Kay, end of confession)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It so happens that Dragon-i was having some promotion for father's day and my mum fancy eastern cuisine so we headed there for lunch. The serving was huge that we (5 grown-up men, and 3 ladies) cannot finish 8 dishes without rice. End up tapao-ing prawns and pork back for dinner. This is not a food blog so no price or how-sweet-sour-bitter-spicy-they-taste-like will be disclosed. (Did you notice I started using law terms&amp;gt; too bad for readers, my blog will be flooded with these from now on)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_148" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Bubba Gump Free Advertisement"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-148" title="bubba" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dscf0007.jpg" alt="Bubba Gump Free Advertisement" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_149" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="I know what you gonna think. Yes, those dark-mediumtanned-fair skin guys are my brothers. Their surname is Ho, continue with Siew *** just like me"] just like me."]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-149 " title="family" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dscf0009.jpg" alt="I know what you gonna think. Yes, those dark-mediumtanned-fair skin guys are my brothers. Their surname is Ho, continue with Siew [fill in the blank] just like me." width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_150" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="The Peking style deep-fried duckie"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-150" title="duckie" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dscf0010.jpg" alt="The Peking style deep-fried duckie" width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_151" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="This is not sweet-sour prawn noodle. End of description."]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-151" title="prawnie" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dscf0011.jpg" alt="This is not sweet-sour prawn noodle. End of description." width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_152" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="The poor porkie was left untouched and was packed in a tupperware till reach home. "]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-152" title="Porkie" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dscf0012.jpg" alt="The poor porkie was left untouched and was packed in a tupperware till reach home. " width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_153" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Eat one of these and you will become god/goddess. In fact I ate two, wonder if I will become double-kind-hearted like goddess of mercy. "]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-153" title="Little bun" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dscf0013.jpg" alt="Eat one of these and you will become god/goddess. In fact I ate two, wonder if I will become double-kind-hearted like goddess of mercy. " width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happy father's day to all the daddies and to mine who is eating Portugis eggtart in Macau now. *sulks I want* (Happy mother's day too since I dint write any post for her but I treated her Sakae Sushi, she somehow loves the marinated ginger there so much.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-4436058733316671954?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/4436058733316671954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-job.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4436058733316671954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/4436058733316671954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-job.html' title='My first job'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-6430043797006684056</id><published>2009-05-24T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:36.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>My mind told me to not be lazy and update my blog frequently but my limbs were too lazy to type , partially due to the lousy internet connection. I was told that I will get 1.2Mbps but the connection speed seems to go on 50%-70% sale just like shops in the mall.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Updates for the week:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. Had a facial treatment together with my mom but my acnes never go away.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2. Went to Jes's farewell , was first to reach and last to leave. (Maybe cus I am the only one without job and have nothing to attend to. How sad)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3. Am thinking of pursuing master if no job offer. That is the last resort.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;4. Watched ANTM cycle 12 within 3days on youtube. Allison's eyes were exotic, but 'unrealistic'.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;5. Running a restaurant that looks like a temple, feel free to visit. No extra charges.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;6. Indulge in two games of dota everyday. Thanks to kc- the addict. That is terrible......I wish playing dota can earn bucks.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_144" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Jes, KahChong with eyes closed, and me. The rest left before us."]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-144" title="DSC00005" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/dsc00005.jpg" alt="Jes, KahChong with eyes closed, and me. The rest left before us." width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-6430043797006684056?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/6430043797006684056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6430043797006684056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/6430043797006684056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-8999944004982287918</id><published>2009-05-12T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:36.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My possession,My happiness.</title><content type='html'>There is something that always cheer me up when I wake up every morning.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He is so cuteeeeeee, that I cannot resist myself to not hug him each time I see him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He has really charming eyes, that I cannot resist myself to stare at him for the rest of my life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Please clap clap clap for my square-ey 'him'.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_140" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Havent name him yet, cus still trying to identify what is he. He is hanging around with my little leo."]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-140" title="He" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/dsc09934.jpg" alt="Havent name him yet, cus still trying to identify what is he. He is hanging around with my little leo." width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And these are his happy friends, who are also my nobodycantouch possession that keeps me accompany since young.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_141" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Little leo, Grover, Pellet the hammy, Hush the puppy, Fetch the another puppy."]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-141" title="His friends" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/dsc09485.jpg" alt="Little leo, Grover, Pellet the hammy, Hush the puppy, Fetch the another puppy." width="500" height="375" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When will I grow up? *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-8999944004982287918?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/8999944004982287918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-possessionmy-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8999944004982287918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/8999944004982287918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-possessionmy-happiness.html' title='My possession,My happiness.'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2148851988463070717.post-3320393245270728467</id><published>2009-04-29T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:35:36.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the sleeping dogs lie</title><content type='html'>Do you know that rainbow always comes in double? I guess it is a norm that people only notice the brighter rainbow instead of the lighter, hidden one because...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;people see what they want to see&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; people speak what they love to speak&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;people hear what they like to hear&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and people conform to childish thoughts that enlighten their little world.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[caption id="attachment_136" align="aligncenter" width="480" caption="The rainbow I see"]&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-136" title="dr" src="http://kniod.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/dr.jpg" alt="The rainbow I see" width="480" height="640" /&gt;[/caption]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2148851988463070717-3320393245270728467?l=kniod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/feeds/3320393245270728467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-sleeping-dogs-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3320393245270728467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2148851988463070717/posts/default/3320393245270728467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kniod.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-sleeping-dogs-lie.html' title='Let the sleeping dogs lie'/><author><name>kniod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04314860646788044694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0b3bBArkkg/Ta2Ydd0iu_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4T71uBVZJ6w/s220/DSC05854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
