<?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-13939950</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:27:58.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a mystery</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-116951712099167974</id><published>2007-01-23T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:05:31.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs that I have been in Cina for too long</title><content type='html'>Signs that I have been in Cina for too long:&lt;br /&gt;1. Parts of my dream are now in mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;2. I find myself listening to mandarin songs, and enjoy listening to them.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a large collection of not so legal DVDs enough to start a store back home.&lt;br /&gt;4. Look left first instead of right when crossing the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-116951712099167974?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/116951712099167974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=116951712099167974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/116951712099167974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/116951712099167974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2007/01/signs-that-i-have-been-in-cina-for-too.html' title='Signs that I have been in Cina for too long'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-115970828955880963</id><published>2006-10-01T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:16:22.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Surreal</title><content type='html'>Ok... Hello peeps. I know that I have not been updating my blog in a very long time, and probably would take a very long time till I write my next entry, but the chain of events which happened to me yesterday was so surreal. It's too good to be true and I have to pen it down as one of those priceless moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day,Saturday, 30 September 2006 started off as usual, where my presence was required at work. I got in on time, did some work and expected to work the whole night through, but there was some operations issues and were given the green light to leave. Guess lady luck was on our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing our good fortune, we packed our bags and left the office as we were losing day light. It was about 5:30pm then. Usually it would take no more than 5-10 minutes to hail a cab, but yesterday proved to be a challenge. Every other cab was either occupied or there would be someone else beating us to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to our destination at about 6:30pm, Din Tai Fung, which serves one of the best Xiao Long Pao's in Shanghai. The place it self deserves an entry by itself, but let's not deviate from the topic. We ate as usual, and I would normally be stuffed before the final dish arrived, but last night I was craving for more and that proved to be a bad decision because we had to wait for an additional 30 minutes for the dish to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we decided to leave, the time was about 8:00pm and since there was no agenda for the night, we decided to go to the Fake goods store down town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there at approximately 8:30pm, and went browsing through the stores. Until one particular store, we noticed a big crowd outside with the shutters down. Being guys, we joined in the crowd and was told that &lt;em&gt;Michael Schumacher&lt;/em&gt; was in there behind the 'secret room'. My very first thoughts was, ' What?? Schumacher here? Why would he want to buy fake goods??!?!' Whipped out my handphone and got ready to take his photo. One particular foreigner whom must be at least 6"2 said there were lots of paparazis outside was amongts the crowd, so it somewhat confirmed his suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;ok... so, after waiting for about 10 mins, we decided to proceed to other shops as the crowd was starting to get rowdy. I was thinking to myself, that cant be the MAN in there, no way he would be buying fakes. We walked for a good 10 minutes, and suddenly found ourselves walking towards the commotion again (still clutching my handphone) , but this time, it was a different scene. Suddenly, there people started running towards us, and before I could really blink, there he was.. The fastest driver on the planet, no other than Michael Schumacher himself, running towards me, staring at me, in my face, with a good 50 people behind him, approaching fast. Instinctively, I ran next to him, by his side. Ok, now the weirdest part of all. Michael Schumacher suddenly grab hold of my hand. No, I'm not kidding. He held my hand, and out of no where, he was holding my crappy N70 handphone and I said to him, "Heyyyyy... that's my handphoneeeeeeee'', and he let it go, and I gave him two quick pats on his back and said, Hey, good job Michael, and the disappeared into crowd, into a champagne Maserati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day has it been. It's not everyday I get see MS, what more give him a pat on his back. It's one of those priceless moments that I will cherish forever and hopefully one day I relate this story to my grandchildren. And like the title suggest, I am still feeling very surreal by the chain of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I still don't know the reason why he's there, but I have my reservations that he's there for fakes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-115970828955880963?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/115970828955880963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=115970828955880963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/115970828955880963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/115970828955880963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/10/feeling-surreal.html' title='Feeling Surreal'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-115147443975706809</id><published>2006-06-28T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T14:00:39.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/77/171398958_2f1303d55e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/77/171398958_2f1303d55e.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source from &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/ndm007/171398958/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-115147443975706809?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/115147443975706809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=115147443975706809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/115147443975706809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/115147443975706809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/06/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the day'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-114766610533801065</id><published>2006-05-15T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T10:17:00.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More photos</title><content type='html'>Finally found the time to upload all of my photos of &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29288291@N00/sets/72057594127860755/"&gt;Japan&lt;/a&gt;, at DC's expense... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Yadobashi camera store trying to kill some time and I stumbled upon this killer lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/_MG_6916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/_MG_6916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably costs more than a Kancil back home and it was left lying on the counter. It was so heavy that I almost dropped it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/_MG_6918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/_MG_6918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-114766610533801065?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/114766610533801065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=114766610533801065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/114766610533801065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/114766610533801065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-photos.html' title='More photos'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-114701284874462997</id><published>2006-05-07T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T10:14:19.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps... I am back and doing well.. Still recouperating from my trip to Japan where I went there for 8 days, and covered Osaka, Kobe, Kyoto and Nara. Overall the trip was fantastic - good food and company, weather was superb, timing was to precision. cant really complain, other than I walked for an average of 4 hours a day. For those of you whom know Osaka well, I walked from Namba to Umeda, which is from South of Osaka all the way to North of Osaka.. dont ask me how far that is,  but my legs were aching after that stint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29288291@N00/sets/72057594127860755/"&gt;photos &lt;/a&gt;of Japan.. I still havent gotten around to upload them all cos the rest are in RAW format, and dont really have Photoshop in my PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. Arsenal vs Wigan match is on now, so i am gonna catch the match, till then, come check this page everyday :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-114701284874462997?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/114701284874462997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=114701284874462997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/114701284874462997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/114701284874462997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/05/japan.html' title='Japan'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-114155537730690154</id><published>2006-03-05T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:20:17.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is here!</title><content type='html'>Yayyyy! Spring is finally here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.dont need to carry my bulky jacket around anymore&lt;br /&gt;2.dont have to freeze my hands everytime i wash them(they dont install water heaters in the toilets)&lt;br /&gt;3.skin doesnt feel that dry anymore&lt;br /&gt;4. get to see chicks in less clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about point 4,. I would like to eat back my words on the comment I made earlier.. Suzhou girls are really living up to reputation.. now that I have the weekends off, I have opening my eyes wider than a Sony WEGA , and the babes here are pretty darn hot, excellent complexion and also nice asses! ahaha.. the cycling must have done them good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;And speakin about cycling, I almost bought myself a bicycle for 100RMB. I was at the &lt;a href="http://www.hpmuseum.org/china/trip3/suzhou.htm"&gt;Humble Administrator Garden&lt;/a&gt;, and after visiting the place, I didnt really have much to anything to do.. So, I was walking along the street, and there were bicycles for sale. The idea of riding a bike in CHina was quite exciting and this is probably the only chance I will get.. but in the end, I chickend out la.. If i had done so, it would be one of the most spontaneous acts done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite.. I gonna go for my dinner, and for a massage... ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-114155537730690154?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/114155537730690154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=114155537730690154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/114155537730690154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/114155537730690154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is here!'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-114024433201358702</id><published>2006-02-18T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T15:27:34.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Snowinggggg</title><content type='html'>Hurry, wake up the kids and brew some coffee, its snowing today!! It was starting to get warmer since last week, and suddenly the weather chagned and it gotten colder and now snowing.. Managed to take some photos but didnt bring my cable to work.. so the photos will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, work has been gradually reducing since this week, which was a good thing cause we used to break off at 10pm everynight, 6 days a week.. now we get to break off at 8pm, which is a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have concluded that the only english song Channel V airs here is Maroon 5, This love, from the Friday the 13th album. Every single time I watch the channel and wait for an english song, This Love comes on. and its been like that for 3-4 days in a row. Or they have it on repeat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues either be returning to KL or Japan this weekend, which means taht I am left here all alone..so, i will just visit the 'Cheonging' places like Point Zero or Dream Hollywood.. and definitely Baido..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-114024433201358702?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/114024433201358702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=114024433201358702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/114024433201358702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/114024433201358702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-snowinggggg.html' title='It&apos;s Snowinggggg'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113971650597591030</id><published>2006-02-12T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:31:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More photos</title><content type='html'>I actually like this &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29288291@N00/98245076/"&gt;picture &lt;/a&gt;alot, where i think it must have been around 7pm ish, and it was beginning to sun set. Did not edit the picture except resizing it. too bad for the dirty, crappy window where I was seated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the other pictures I took on my last trip here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29288291@N00/98249876/"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29288291@N00/98249875/"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alritey, gonna go for lunch now, and perhaps visit some garden..  ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113971650597591030?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113971650597591030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113971650597591030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113971650597591030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113971650597591030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-photos.html' title='More photos'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113949768760590343</id><published>2006-02-09T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:08:07.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I;m Back!</title><content type='html'>Yay.. finally after almost 1 month or so, I finally got to go back at 8pm.. which was indeed a luxury.. For those of you whom don;t know, I normally knock off at 10pm and by that time, there are virtually no more cars on the street and all the shops are normally closed by then.  ( yes &lt;a href="http://www.hsiupin.blogspot.com"&gt;Hsiupin&lt;/a&gt;, I am still very much alive and well, thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since we had 2 hours extra for dinner, we headed to Guan Jian Jie for dinner. And since John wasnt around, the only fluent 'puhdong'/english person, i had to take up the task of ordering. thank god the menu was in english and there were lots of pictures on it.. but the highlight was, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me to the waitress: Yoh yau mee fan ( i want white rice)&lt;br /&gt;waitress to me: Nie puh sheh chiau liau chau fan? ( didnt you already ordered fried rice?)&lt;br /&gt;me to waitress: shierrrr, than shier yor pah puh kou cheir... ( i am  afraid it wont be enuff)&lt;br /&gt;waitress to me: Puh yau lang fei something something something( i thinks he was saying dont waste food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was indeed true, cause the portions were huge and there were so left overs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrites, gonna watch Lau Yon Chee, F.R.I.E.N.D.S.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113949768760590343?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113949768760590343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113949768760590343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113949768760590343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113949768760590343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-back.html' title='I;m Back!'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113784523590013009</id><published>2006-01-21T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:07:15.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything changes, but some things remain the same...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113784523590013009?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113784523590013009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113784523590013009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113784523590013009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113784523590013009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/01/everything-changes-but-some-things.html' title='Everything changes, but some things remain the same...'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113724017638387982</id><published>2006-01-14T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T13:20:38.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/43/86367810_e90e2e7425.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/43/86367810_e90e2e7425.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanterns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/41/86367809_de4408504b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/86367809_de4408504b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it says Guan Chen Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/38/86369103_9720ad9d4e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/86369103_9720ad9d4e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little doggie wandering around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/38/86367811_c46b49841b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/86367811_c46b49841b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl at Teppanyaki restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/43/86369105_4ef2b4842c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/43/86369105_4ef2b4842c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so Venice of the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/43/86369106_2f5230e683.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/43/86369106_2f5230e683.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle hotel, where I;m staying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113724017638387982?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113724017638387982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113724017638387982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113724017638387982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113724017638387982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-shots.html' title='Random shots'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113688911458830051</id><published>2006-01-10T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:44:15.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 most used words in China</title><content type='html'>Here are the top 5 words which I most frequently use..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fa paio!&lt;br /&gt;2. pein yih ie tien.&lt;br /&gt;3. yoh puh ming pai.&lt;br /&gt;4. nie hau.&lt;br /&gt;5. xie xie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, last nite, while i was running on a threadmill, acouple was suddenly barged in.. i didnt pay too much notice to them, and continued running.. then suddenly, 3 other girls came in. I thoguht it was weird as they weren't dressed appropriately for the gym. never mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly, there was music and i thought it wasn't too bad, something to kill the silence.. and to my amusement, they started to dance., KNNCBB, I was practically bitting my tongue trying not to laugh.. try imagning spice girls.. the leader, lets call her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fatty spice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came equipped with her boots and was overly energetic with her moves. She would lead the pack by running and jumping around like a shaolin master while the rest would follow her lead. I think they looked rather stiff, maybe becos there's an unwanted presence... I take it that they are reheasing for some dance competition or a school play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. gtg now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113688911458830051?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113688911458830051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113688911458830051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113688911458830051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113688911458830051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/01/top-5-most-used-words-in-china.html' title='Top 5 most used words in China'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113677382260902936</id><published>2006-01-09T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T10:30:22.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues</title><content type='html'>Not only the us humans suffer from Monday blues but the network here seem to be suffering from it too. This can’t be good given that I have a very short deadline and a long list of developments to complete.  Now, without the network means access no to the internet, access to the files and folders and most important of all, access to the servers..  Everyone else seems to be working on their spreadsheets with some complicated chart, I very well should try to look busy too, and I figured blogging would be the best way.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my colleague John had to attend to something urgent in Shanghai, which means that I was left all alone to make my way to the office. I thought that it cant be that bad since I memorized the name of the road, Hesan road. However, the pronunciation can be a bit tricky, and I had to pronounce it a few times before the cab driver could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: Nie yau che nah li?( where do you want to go?)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sian che Her San lu ( Go to Hesan road first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 km’s into the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: something something Her San lu something something ( at this point, i had no idea what he just mentioned)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nie che sian Her San lu, 360 hau ma. Nie tong PAANAASOONICC chai na lie ma? ( first go to He San road, number 360. Do you know where Panasonic is?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: shir puh shir, ching chong something something?&lt;br /&gt;Me: err, yoh khan twei. ( I think so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 5 minutes into the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: something something…. Han San lu?&lt;br /&gt;At this point I started to get really worried, and the surroundings look a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yoh khan puh twei, sheh pu sheh Her San lu?  ( I don’t think this is right, is this He San road)?&lt;br /&gt;cabbie: ohh.. Her San Lu, jai chein mien ( It’s infront)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally after another 10 minutes we reached out destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: something something … I think he was trying to tell me that’s Panasonic in mandarin and he had fetched people there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea yea whatever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113677382260902936?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113677382260902936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113677382260902936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113677382260902936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113677382260902936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/01/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113672683029788745</id><published>2006-01-08T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:27:10.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field trip to the city</title><content type='html'>The day started at about 3 pm for me, and went to this place where the locals and tourists go, called Guan Qian Jie. I got there at about 3.30pm and the place was packed with people.. I was all geared up, and had my camera with me and as soon as I got there, I whipped out my camera, and started to snap.. only to find the message on the display 'No CF Card'.. so you can imagine my frustration, had to lug my bag around the whole day and it was so freaking heavy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has lots of eatery places and departmental stores.. for some reason the chinese people are obsessed with mobile phones.. you can practically find huge stores which sells mobile phones everywhere,..with a wide variety of choices such as Konka, Nextel and MEC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dept store MATRO which caters to the higher end where u can find Hugo Boss, Chanel and Gucci... of course, at other stores there are Humo Boss, and those chinese brands where they try to pass off as branded goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise that SARS was able to spread so easily here cos people keep spitting everywhere. Walking around the city is like walking in a minefield, where u really have watch where u step. And what is worst is people do that in restaurants while surrounding people are eating.. so gross..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alritey, gonna go watch some DVDs which I bought last nite.. Only 5rmb per disc and it was a good copy.. even for boxsets.. bought 3 boxsets for about 130rmb, which equivalents to rm60.. talk abou value for money.. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113672683029788745?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113672683029788745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113672683029788745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113672683029788745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113672683029788745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/01/field-trip-to-city.html' title='Field trip to the city'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113660017866255886</id><published>2006-01-07T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T10:16:18.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Staying!!</title><content type='html'>Yay.. I was down to miscommunication about leaving my cosy room... It was actually the Japanese team which had to move and not us... Which means that I get to be online hence more updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had steamboat last nite which was really oily and salty.. Too bad i didn't have my camera with me, or i would have taken some pics. particularly of a dish which was really salty which looked like red toufu, and it tasted like stale cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to work today for a while to finish up some work, and perhaps go for a foot massage tonight. There's a shop just next to the hotel and i'm sure that its perfectly legal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113660017866255886?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113660017866255886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113660017866255886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113660017866255886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113660017866255886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-staying.html' title='I&apos;m Staying!!'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113647197768402602</id><published>2006-01-05T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:39:37.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Crapp.. its getting colder everyday...&lt;br /&gt;the forecast for tomorrow's weather is  high of 0 degrees.. KNN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. wanna go to the gym now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113647197768402602?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113647197768402602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113647197768402602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113647197768402602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113647197768402602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113637957725670846</id><published>2006-01-04T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:47:00.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cina number</title><content type='html'>Yay!! i have got myself a Cina number..  13912794213.. err, not sure waht the country code is for china though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/41/82010585_d8a1d907bd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/82010585_d8a1d907bd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/43/82010586_f58365b2a5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/43/82010586_f58365b2a5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had a very satisfying meal for dinner... meet, mr ciplak KFC.. kesians..  the chinese generally fake everything here from footwear to electrical appliance and now food too? goosh.. however as bad as it may have sound, the food wasnt too bad.. and i only paid rm20 for a full meal plus drinks, and that was a lot of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some bad news.. i will be moving out from this lovely hotel room this weekend.. which means that no more internet connection, no breakfast and the worst part of all, NO HEATER.. bloody hell , how do they expect us to stay in a room without heater when its -3 degrees outside?&lt;br /&gt;tell you, freeze my balls man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://hsiupin.blogspot.com"&gt;Hsiu-Pin&lt;/a&gt; for sending me my first sms here... first sms which is not spam or some welcome message.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;i just want to add, contrary to popular belief, everyone whom i speak to will surely say that Suzhou has lots of babes.. however, since i have been here for a good 3 days seeing hundreds of female factory workers *ahem* i havent seen not one babe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113637957725670846?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113637957725670846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113637957725670846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113637957725670846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113637957725670846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-cina-number.html' title='My cina number'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113629680105843284</id><published>2006-01-03T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:20:24.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My room</title><content type='html'>Day 1 at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague Tai has fallen sick. Work sucks maximum. Requirement was pretty simple, but it brings crap to a whole new different level.. i really no idea what the hell the previous programmer coded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://static.flickr.com/39/81500909_df8617187e.jpg?v=0&lt;br /&gt;IE is being such a bitch.. cant seem to upload the photo thru blogger.. guess u guys will just have to click on the &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/39/81500909_df8617187e.jpg?v=0"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;  This is my room.. quite comfy and i guess this is where i am gonna spend the next few months of my life...  it comes with free broadband access.. the name is a bit dodgy though, meet &lt;a href="http://www.cbw.com/hotel/castle/"&gt;Castle hotel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was much colder today and according to the locals, it will only get colder.. sighs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113629680105843284?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113629680105843284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113629680105843284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113629680105843284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113629680105843284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-room.html' title='My room'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113620879274307360</id><published>2006-01-02T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:33:12.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles apart</title><content type='html'>Hellooo...I know its been a long time since my last post, sincere apologies..(not that anyone reads this pathetic blog anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have arrived safely to Suzhou, and the weather is freaking cold. I thought that Europe was bad, but this has way exceeded my expectations. Luckily I did some serious shopping during my short stint at Singapore. As for work, I dont know what to expect, but I suppose if I expect for the worst, then it can't be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane ride here could have been better, if not for the passenger behind me spilling water all over my back, and my TV console wasnt working, hence I had to change seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second trip to Suzhou since last year and I dont really remember much of it. Maybe its because during my previous trip, we visited mostly the tourisy places and now I'm mainly in the city.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. you know what's embarrasing?  I tried to order my first KFC meal in mandarin but Miss cashier couldnt contain her laughter and replied back in english.. damn malufying ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, I will let the others do the ordering.... ok.. gonna go zzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113620879274307360?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113620879274307360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113620879274307360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113620879274307360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113620879274307360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2006/01/miles-apart.html' title='Miles apart'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113337970775791012</id><published>2005-12-01T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T03:41:47.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nocturnal tales</title><content type='html'>*Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;3:29am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still stuck here at work, and from the looks of it, I will prolly have to work thru the night for the data migration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, my Ipod never fails to entertain me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... better get back to work..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113337970775791012?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113337970775791012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113337970775791012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113337970775791012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113337970775791012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/12/nocturnal-tales.html' title='Nocturnal tales'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113297120953344202</id><published>2005-11-26T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T10:16:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29288291@N00/38067614/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/38067614_77eb2db3d4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29288291@N00/38067614/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113297120953344202?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113297120953344202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113297120953344202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113297120953344202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113297120953344202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/11/choices.html' title='Choices...'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113223067351217589</id><published>2005-11-17T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:35:42.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/DSC07329.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/DSC07329.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid bird must have had a bad diarrhea.... hope you end up in KFC's pot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113223067351217589?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113223067351217589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113223067351217589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113223067351217589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113223067351217589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/11/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense..'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113197887686055184</id><published>2005-11-14T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:34:36.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells</title><content type='html'>Craps.. I need to be off in 5 minutes time, so just gonna give a quick shout out to Jason Kok and Timothy Lee, wishing them all the best in their marriage and have lots of wonderful kids., and may your kids be as naughty as you guys were   :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113197887686055184?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113197887686055184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113197887686055184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113197887686055184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113197887686055184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/11/wedding-bells.html' title='Wedding Bells'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-113090186769218807</id><published>2005-11-02T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T11:24:51.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive too...</title><content type='html'>Finally I am able to breath a little for now.. I am having my off days today and tomorrow.... After that, its gonna be non stop from the second day of raya till the following weekend :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my conversation with my billygoat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billygoat says:&lt;br /&gt;harlo&lt;br /&gt;KW says:&lt;br /&gt;finally got my off day&lt;br /&gt;billygoat says:&lt;br /&gt;thank God for that&lt;br /&gt;billygoat says:&lt;br /&gt;so what u planning to do tonight&lt;br /&gt;KW says:&lt;br /&gt;nothing much.. just gonna rest and get ready for next week&lt;br /&gt;billygoat says:&lt;br /&gt;......u gonna rest for the entire week?&lt;br /&gt;KW says:&lt;br /&gt;nolaa...&lt;br /&gt;KW says:&lt;br /&gt;friday going back work&lt;br /&gt;KW says:&lt;br /&gt;sat, sun&lt;br /&gt;KW says:&lt;br /&gt;till next friday lor&lt;br /&gt;billygoat says:&lt;br /&gt;wahh got time off or not?&lt;br /&gt;KW says:&lt;br /&gt;today and tomorrow lor&lt;br /&gt;billygoat says:&lt;br /&gt;since u going to work in the weekend&lt;br /&gt;billygoat says:&lt;br /&gt;are they going to give u in the future&lt;br /&gt;KW says:&lt;br /&gt;i know they are gonna give me money la&lt;br /&gt;KW says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;billygoat says:&lt;br /&gt;thats more important isnt it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, that's my sole motivation for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-113090186769218807?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/113090186769218807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=113090186769218807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113090186769218807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/113090186769218807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-alive-too.html' title='I am alive too...'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112981412623413913</id><published>2005-10-20T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:15:26.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My conversation with 'God'</title><content type='html'>Me:&lt;br /&gt; test&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;This is just a test.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; hi&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Hello. What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; my name is&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; what's your name&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;My name is  God.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; how are you god&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Everything is running smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; how's things up there?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Fine as far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; so where is god?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.  God is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; good one&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the kind remark, human.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; no really, good one&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious?  For real.  Thanks for the kind remark, human.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; yes, i am serious&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Blimey.  I believe you.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; oh&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; w h a t&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;What do you do in your spare time?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; talking to computers&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;What do they say?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; they claim to be GOd&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Who does "they" refer to?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;" Who does "they" refer to?"?  Me,  ?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; yes, you&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;this is a waste of my time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was a no reply... hmm.. hopefully '&lt;a href="http://www.titane.ca/concordia/dfar251/igod/main.html"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt;' wasnt offended.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112981412623413913?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112981412623413913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112981412623413913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112981412623413913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112981412623413913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-conversation-with-god.html' title='My conversation with &apos;God&apos;'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112934187163207192</id><published>2005-10-15T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:11:42.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday blues</title><content type='html'>Sighs... I need to be at work soon, but i can't get my lazy ass going. Not that I still havent completed the tasks assigned to me, but the silly clients want me to be there and squeeze everything they can out from us.. damn kampung style of management..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where's the party at tonight... LofT? Velvet or Sugar? hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112934187163207192?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112934187163207192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112934187163207192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112934187163207192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112934187163207192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-blues.html' title='Saturday blues'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112929545576480682</id><published>2005-10-14T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:05:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/28/52398643_5b720482e6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/52398643_5b720482e6_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'Oreal, not only it holds your hair, it gives you an oily forehead too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/28/52398644_a407f020bc.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/52398644_a407f020bc.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go scuba diving again... Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;*edit* just realised that its monsoon season... blehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/DSC073132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/DSC073132.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, interested in buying a blender for rm39? Talk about billboards..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112929545576480682?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112929545576480682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112929545576480682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112929545576480682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112929545576480682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-shots.html' title='Random Shots'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112921256795856082</id><published>2005-10-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:09:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye opener?</title><content type='html'>Someone forwarded this &lt;a href="http://corrupted-malaysia.blogspot.com/"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;to me..&lt;br /&gt;If what the author writes is true, then its a very sad sad place to live in..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112921256795856082?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112921256795856082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112921256795856082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112921256795856082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112921256795856082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/10/eye-opener.html' title='Eye opener?'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112877519444959756</id><published>2005-10-08T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T20:55:51.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the rage</title><content type='html'>I finally got to service my car today after scheduling an appointment for 2 weeks. By the time I got to the service center, it was already 700km overdue, not that I did not try to schedule it earlier, but their schedule is always fully booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got there at 9am sharp for my appointment and there was already a crowd there. No hot receptionist greeted me instead, I found a ticket machine and pressed B (Appointment). I looked at the printout and the number 1025 in bold was dispensed to me, current number on the display was 1019. I went on to find a seat in the midst of all the people, and I remember saying to myself 'Aiyaaaa, should have bought a newspaper'... So, came 1020,1021.. and I casually looked around and saw this guy pressing on to the machine, and sat on the seat across me. So, came 1023...1024.. and by then, it was already 9:30am. Naturally, if you follow SAP's number range, you would be next, but NOOOO..... to my horror, ok la, that's too dramatic, to disbelief and very annoyed the next number was 5001 and the guy who just arrived barely 5 minutes ago got served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KNNCCB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont see the point in scheduling an appointment when they accept walk-in customers. It really made a fool out of those people like me waiting. Luckily for them, they must have felt my rage and the number 1025 appeared on the display. I am going to try walking in next time and see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112877519444959756?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112877519444959756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112877519444959756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112877519444959756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112877519444959756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-with-rage.html' title='The one with the rage'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112851463263915943</id><published>2005-10-05T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T20:23:33.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Set</title><content type='html'>These days, I dont really look forward for lunch anymore..  Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have problems figuring what to have for lunch.. Be it fastfood or some chinese coffee shop, it's always a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as you can see from the pic below, this was my 'lunch set' for today and it's gonna be like this till December.. Trust me, it doesnt taste any better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking on the brighter side, it's only RM3.50 tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/DSC07309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/DSC07309.jpg" alt="" 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/13939950-112851463263915943?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112851463263915943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112851463263915943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112851463263915943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112851463263915943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/10/lunch-set.html' title='Lunch Set'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112739325371144170</id><published>2005-09-22T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:48:29.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag lines</title><content type='html'>From inspiring the next to ideas for life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the tag lines of clients that I have worked for and for my current. They are both fiece rivals locally and internationally. Big MNC's but not my cup of tea... blehhh.. can you figure out what are the companies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112739325371144170?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112739325371144170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112739325371144170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112739325371144170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112739325371144170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/09/tag-lines.html' title='Tag lines'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112723155962772675</id><published>2005-09-20T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:52:39.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till we meet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/_MG_4671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/_MG_4671.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/_MG_4573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/_MG_4573.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/_MG_4653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/_MG_4653.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was clearing up some files from my notebook as I have to return it to my company, and found this picture... For those who dont already know the news, yes, it's true, I'll be leaving to another company soon. I know life is not exactly a bed of roses, but hopefully the grass is greener at the other side, or at least tastier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112723155962772675?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112723155962772675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112723155962772675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112723155962772675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112723155962772675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/09/till-we-meet-again.html' title='Till we meet again'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112713914324211494</id><published>2005-09-19T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:44:01.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S e v e n</title><content type='html'>Bleh... Since everyone's doing it, I might as well join the bandwagon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So here's my version of Seven things to do before I die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch Liverpool play against Manchester United at Anfield&lt;br /&gt;2. Visit places I have never been like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Warsar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Moscow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go on a wild safari in Africa and catch a lion mauling on to a deer, hopefully by then I would have my 70-200mm L lens&lt;br /&gt;4. Climb Mt. Kinabalu&lt;br /&gt;5. Sky dive&lt;br /&gt;6. Own a turbo car with at least 300bhp, specifically a GTR-34 V Spec 2&lt;br /&gt;7. Get my Advanced scuba diving certification, go to some Caribbean island and hopefully spot a manta ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things that I could do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Catch the match again next year on Astro&lt;br /&gt;2. Browse the Lonely Planet and bitch about it cos i have no time&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch National Geographic and bitch about my photography skills&lt;br /&gt;4. Train hard at the gym, and hopefully next year will finally find the courage to climb the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Skydive&lt;br /&gt;6. Be contented with my Honda&lt;br /&gt;7. Get my Advanced, and dive at Sipadan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven Celebrity Crushes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;2. Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;3. Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;4. Jessica Alba&lt;br /&gt;5. Elaine Tham  :P&lt;br /&gt;6. Jenny Garth&lt;br /&gt;7. Vivian Chow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven often repeated words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sighs ( i can't stop sighing, it makes me sound like my granddad.. bloody hell, i should stop!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Why?&lt;br /&gt;3. Wahh...&lt;br /&gt;4. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;5. Yalor..&lt;br /&gt;6. Err,..&lt;br /&gt;7. dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it... not that interesting, but something for me to look forward to for the next 10 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112713914324211494?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112713914324211494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112713914324211494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112713914324211494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112713914324211494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/09/s-e-v-e-n.html' title='S e v e n'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112614872337246465</id><published>2005-09-08T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T09:46:41.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I started my day today</title><content type='html'>I was making myself my daily supplement drink and my mum interruped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Why dont you drink this instead, see here (points at the packaging) got protein also, plus got carrot and other vegies..&lt;br /&gt;me: nonooo... look at this one(points to my protein supplement), Joe Weider's body, so bigg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112614872337246465?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112614872337246465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112614872337246465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112614872337246465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112614872337246465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-i-started-my-day-today.html' title='How I started my day today'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112532250652347461</id><published>2005-08-29T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:35:08.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one where I made dinner</title><content type='html'>Ahh... I made dinner for myself today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos30.flickr.com/38223365_837295f1f6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos30.flickr.com/38223365_837295f1f6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very satisfying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112532250652347461?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112532250652347461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112532250652347461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112532250652347461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112532250652347461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-where-i-made-dinner_29.html' title='The one where I made dinner'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112523129299631109</id><published>2005-08-28T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:16:59.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo outing</title><content type='html'>Since the visibility was rather good ( yay no more haze), &lt;a href="http://www14.brinkster.com/dooks/photoblog"&gt;ScubaSteve&lt;/a&gt;, Joons, and I decided to go to KLCC to take some photos.. It's not everyday that we enjoy such clear, somewhat blue skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos33.flickr.com/37857294_11e07ed43b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://photos33.flickr.com/37857294_11e07ed43b.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos29.flickr.com/37857291_0893dd6bff.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://photos29.flickr.com/37857291_0893dd6bff.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos26.flickr.com/37857292_ed7ed1a5b9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos26.flickr.com/37857292_ed7ed1a5b9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos26.flickr.com/37857292_ed7ed1a5b9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos26.flickr.com/37857292_ed7ed1a5b9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos26.flickr.com/37857292_ed7ed1a5b9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos26.flickr.com/37857292_ed7ed1a5b9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://photos26.flickr.com/37857292_ed7ed1a5b9.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was busy snapping when I suddenly notice a guy talking to ScubaSteve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was apparently looking for unsuspecting tourist to con them into buying a fake Rolex watch. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;claimed &lt;/span&gt;that he got the watch from a gambler whom drives a &lt;strong&gt;1 door&lt;/strong&gt; Merc, yes only &lt;strong&gt;1 door&lt;/strong&gt;, at Genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must give it to him that he was very persistent, and wasn't bothered that I was taking his photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos21.flickr.com/37857293_5aeea11057.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/37857293_5aeea11057.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, forgetful me left my notebook adapter in the office. So, I went to the office to collect it. Since I was there and was free for the afternoon, I decided to take some shots of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos25.flickr.com/37857295_b2441d9633.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://photos25.flickr.com/37857295_b2441d9633.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos29.flickr.com/37866163_03c811c8dc.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://photos29.flickr.com/37866163_03c811c8dc.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos30.flickr.com/37874311_37719a26ad.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://photos30.flickr.com/37874311_37719a26ad.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos28.flickr.com/37865826_8258a61067.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://photos28.flickr.com/37865826_8258a61067.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos21.flickr.com/37857293_5aeea11057.jpg?v=0"&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/13939950-112523129299631109?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112523129299631109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112523129299631109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112523129299631109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112523129299631109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/08/photo-outing.html' title='Photo outing'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112489510979218808</id><published>2005-08-24T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T22:51:49.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one where I have to make a decision</title><content type='html'>I am once again in a turning point of my life, where I have to make stupid life decisions, which needless to say, I am not good at it. I always end up taking the wrong step. Why can't it be as easy as picking an Ipod off the counter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm Ipod 30gb or Ipod 60gb? or Canon 350D or Canon 20D? No brainer rite? I have always been a sucker premium gadgets as long as it's 'afforable'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I'm 8 years old again, where things were much simpler and all I had to do was to memorize my timetables.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112489510979218808?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112489510979218808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112489510979218808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112489510979218808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112489510979218808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-where-i-have-to-make-decision.html' title='The one where I have to make a decision'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112445075130816738</id><published>2005-08-19T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:36:02.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple</title><content type='html'>Have you had your apple today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/apple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/white.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: the Apple looks a slanted to the right.. haih..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112445075130816738?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112445075130816738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112445075130816738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112445075130816738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112445075130816738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/08/apple.html' title='Apple'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112438281496450269</id><published>2005-08-18T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:01:47.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, I've made it</title><content type='html'>At first, I was kinda paranoid that my car was underpowered to drive up to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt;. I had 4 other adult passengers in my car and while driving on the NKVE, it felt rather sluggish.. Naturally, I was worried that the engine would overheat cause I remember seeing Mercedes, Accords and other high powered vehicles overheated, but nontheless, I was determined to put it to the test. So to other &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jazz &lt;/span&gt;vtec 1.5 owners out there, no problem lah, although I did floored it at parts of the hill and the engine did feel like it was dying, it would be very nice to have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K20A &lt;/span&gt;engine then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/DSC072241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/DSC072241.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not haze, it's just thick fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/DSC072371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/DSC072371.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed straight to the outdoor theme park, and got on to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spinner&lt;/span&gt;. I felt a little queasy after that ride cause it kept going only one way. I ended up leaning towards my right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.genting.com.my/en/themepark/outdoor/images/turbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.genting.com.my/en/themepark/outdoor/images/turbo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Space Shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was going up really slowly, as though it was teasing us.. I looked around to enjoy the view from above, and suddenly BOOOOOOM, it dropped free fall and my heart felt like it had stop beating. Too bad it only lasted like 10 seconds, cause the adneralin rush was superb. Not for the faint hearted though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/DSC07230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/DSC07230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their latest attaction, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Flying Coaster&lt;/span&gt;, but after going on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Space Shot&lt;/span&gt;, i thought that it was rather tame, and i had to pay rm10 for it. rip off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I tried rock climbing. It was easy for the first 10 meters, but as you go higher try not to look down. I think it was designed such a way that, the higher you go, the harder it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to recall what was going through my mind, and it was something like this. The whole climb lasted a total of 5 minutes(i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strapped on the gear and went straight to the wall, with my 11 year old cousin next to me. The first few steps wasn't too bad, as I could get a decent grip to pull myself up. I thought to myself, okay.. this is not too bad.. it's much easier than it looks. Then, came mid point, my hands got tired, and I couldn't find a place to put my legs. Shit. I knew I stuck. I looked over to my cousin and he look like he was having a jolly good time, as though he was going for a stroll. Then I remembered the lady whom was at the bottom, supporting my weight. Shits, if I let go now she definitely cannot support my weight, you know the sea-saw effect and we will be both left hanging in mid air.. oh nooo., what have i got myself into this time, AGAIN. Then, Amazing Race came barging into my mind, I think it was season 6, the last leg of the race which was rock climbing, one of the Bowling Mum was stuck at there.. Like her, I seriously wanted to abort the climb. It wasn't fun anymore. I looked over to my left again, and my little cousin was way ahead of me this time... Obviously this couldnt be happening, all the hard work at the gym is not helping me out.. I looked up, hoping that someone would be hiding over there, and would just pull me up. Naturally that didn;t happen, and suddenly, I saw this tiny little thingy, grabbed it, and took the next step, and the one after that. The thing that you use to hold only got smaller and smaller until at one point, you can only use your fingers to support your whole body, and in the end, I made it to the top! Satisfaction 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got down, I was told that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt; my little cousin has been many many times for rock climbing&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;the wall that I was climbing was supposedly harder than his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;the person down there do not support your weight, not sure what mechanism they use&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;it's not as easy as it looks, respect to the extreme wall climbers, they must have really strong fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;use the momentum and try not to stop, if not, you will end up using more energy&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; If you had the chance, I suggest that you try it too. It's really all about the technique. Perhaps Mt.KK? Bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112438281496450269?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112438281496450269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112438281496450269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112438281496450269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112438281496450269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/08/yay-ive-made-it.html' title='Yay, I&apos;ve made it'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112392404763040497</id><published>2005-08-13T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T17:15:12.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The missing dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/missing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/missing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw this poster infront of my house about a missing dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If anyone has seen the dog, please contact the owner, they must be terrified. I am not really a dog lover, so can't tell you what breed it is, but I think it's a poodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112392404763040497?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112392404763040497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112392404763040497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112392404763040497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112392404763040497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/08/missing-dog.html' title='The missing dog'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112383021332591734</id><published>2005-08-12T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T16:41:48.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some facts about Haze</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; is for Air Pollutant Index. This index measures the major pollutants in the air. A reading of more than 100 will cause health problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;is for brisk. Shops have been reporting brisk sales of  masks and air purifiers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is for carbon monoxide. This is  what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="searchword1"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;ns have been breathing in abundance for the last few  days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; is for dire straits. This is what is going to happen if the dry spell continues. Not only will water rationing become a reality but the suffocating pall of smoke will stay with us until October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is for enlightened. That word describes the Cabinet decision to make public the API readings. This is the first time the Government has released the API in six years. It had stopped revealing the index in 1999, saying such statistics scare away tourists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is for forest  fires. Raging fires in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Sumatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; and &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Riau&lt;/span&gt; are the main source  of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="searchword1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; here. The bad news is that the fires in &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Riau&lt;/span&gt; are expected to get worse as thousands of hectares of forest land is cleared through burning to make way for oil palm plantations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is for gamble. The authorities  will gamble on cloud-seeding if there is no rainfall in the next few  days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is for health. Exposure to  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="searchword1"&gt;haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; increases the possibility of eye irritation, sore throat, breathing difficulty and upper respiratory tract infection. API levels above 400 may be life-threatening to ill and elderly people. Clinics are reporting a 150 per cent increase in asthma attacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; for  ignorance. It is unbelievable that  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="searchword1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; is not better prepared to combat peat fires. The fact is that many of the country’s peat swamps have been drained for housing, oil palm plantation and logging. The result is that peat soil becomes bone-dry and combustible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is for jeopardy. Fun-filled week  of school holidays for many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="searchword1"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;n schoolchildren are in jeopardy if the dry spell continues. Forget about spending hours under the sun chasing the football. Time to learn to play chess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is for  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Kuala  Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;International&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;. The airport will remain open unless visibility drops  to 300 &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;metres&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is for lucky. That is how to  describe the people of &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Johor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Kedah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="SpellE"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kelantan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Perlis&lt;/span&gt;. They have been spared that muggy feeling because the  South-Westerly wind — which is sending the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="searchword1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; here from  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; — passed them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is for meet. Environment Minister  &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Datuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Adenan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Satem&lt;/span&gt; and Minister of Plantation Industries and Commodities  &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Datuk&lt;/span&gt; Peter Chin &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Fah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Kui&lt;/span&gt; have been directed by the Cabinet to meet their  Indonesian counterparts in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Jakarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; as soon as possible. They want to draw up a plan to  resolve the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="searchword1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; problem in the immediate and long term.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; is for nightmare. That is what the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="searchword1"&gt;haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; season is for tourism, outdoor food outlets and sporting  activities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; is for open burning. All forms of open burning have been banned in  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Kuala  Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;, Putrajaya,  Selangor, &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Pahang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Negri&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Sembilan&lt;/span&gt;, Malacca and &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Perak&lt;/span&gt;.  Those found guilty face a RM500&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;,000&lt;/span&gt; fine, jail term or  both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is for postponement. For the first time in 45 years, the Malay Mail Big Walk will be postponed. The event was scheduled to be held this weekend at &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Dataran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is  for quiet. That sums up the Indonesian response to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="searchword1"&gt;haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; situation. There has been precious little information from  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Jakarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; on the extent of the problem or whether any help is  needed to put out the raging fires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is for respite. Form Three  students will get a respite from their trial examinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is for schools. Once the API level breaches the 400 mark, all schools will be closed. For the moment, though, the discretion to send students home lies with principals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is for tips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="searchword1"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;ns should drink more water, cut down outdoor activities, wear protective masks and refrain from smoking. Those who are ill or elderly should stay indoors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is for is for  unhealthy. Seven areas which recorded unhealthy levels of air quality yesterday  were &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Gombak&lt;/span&gt; (200),&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Tanjung&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Malim&lt;/span&gt; (205), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Kuala  Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; (276), &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Nilai&lt;/span&gt; (174), Country Heights &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Kajang&lt;/span&gt; (185), Seremban (137) and &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Jerantut&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Pahang&lt;/span&gt; (131).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is for visibility. In several  areas in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Valley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;, visibility was down to less than one &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;kilometre&lt;/span&gt;. In &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Petaling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Jaya&lt;/span&gt;, people could only see for up to 300 &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;metres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is for why. Why is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; — the main source of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="searchword1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; in the region — not a signatory to the &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Asean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Transboundary&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="searchword1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; Agreement? This agreement makes it compulsory for  countries to respond promptly to a request for information on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="searchword1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; or other forms of pollution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is for x-ray. There will be a  steady stream of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="searchword1"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;ns heading to hospitals this week to get x-rays done on their upper respiratory tract. Clinics and hospitals have reported an increase of between five and 13 per cent in the number of patients suffering from lung infection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;is for Yes. Yes to more vigilance around peat forests here. Yes to increased enforcement. Yes to car-pooling and using public transport. Yes to more days of blue skies and fresh air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is for zero. That is the number of  &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt; police outriders on the Prime Minister’s detail  worked yesterday. &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Datuk&lt;/span&gt; Seri Abdullah Ahmad &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Badawi&lt;/span&gt; gave them a day off, concerned that they would have  to inhale all the smog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112383021332591734?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112383021332591734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112383021332591734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112383021332591734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112383021332591734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-facts-about-haze.html' title='Some facts about Haze'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112329746133043278</id><published>2005-08-08T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T13:48:30.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paintball Attack</title><content type='html'>Safety pin off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go go go! Fire in the hole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/arena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/200/arena.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/200/me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/yac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/200/yac.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/CRW_5864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/200/CRW_5864.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharil, our Hitman in army clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the aftermath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/CRW_5866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/200/CRW_5866.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/CRW_5867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/200/CRW_5867.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruise on my right knee. Too bad it wasn't red paint or it would have been more dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, me and my colleagues went for a paintball outing at &lt;a href="http://www.npng.com.my/sportscentre/3/adrenaline-paintball"&gt;NPNG &lt;/a&gt;sports center. In total, I got shot 3 times. Once on the chest, and one on each leg. It's an experience that I have never encountered before, the feeling of dying. I know its a bit far fetched, but, you really feel like you are in a war zone, and someone starts shooting at you, and you see the pallets coming your way, the feeling is as real as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was to capture the enemy's flag, and return to base, safely. Our team managed to win 3 out of 4 times, thanks to our hitman Sharil. The reason why we lost the last round was because he ran out of pallets. Apparently before he joined our company, he used to be involved with the army, not sure how he ended up in the SAP field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the marshall, as long as you wear your headgear, Paintball is one of the safest sport created by men as compared to other sports like ballet, scuba diving and etc... , cos there wont be any permanent damage or scars, just minor bruises. We'll see in 2 weeks time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112329746133043278?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112329746133043278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112329746133043278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112329746133043278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112329746133043278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/08/paintball-attack.html' title='Paintball Attack'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112335520267904795</id><published>2005-08-07T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T13:22:01.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>And the reason is youuuuuuuuuu... and the reason is youuuuuuuuuuu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i better stop with my rantings..... you know who you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Cream to celebrate  &lt;a href="http://www14.brinkster.com/dooks/photoblog"&gt;ScubaSteve &lt;/a&gt;and Patso's birthday. It's been a good 2 months since we had our last session but this time was kinda special. Kokadooadoo and his chickadee joined us which was somewhat a rare occasion. Anyhow, liquor was of abundance and we never fail to have fun with the boyz together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my head is still spinning from the alcohol that i consumed. Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/DSC07169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/DSC07169.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ScubaSteve taking the flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/DSC07167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/DSC07167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* edit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging when you are high is not funny. I can't believe that I typed so much junk in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112335520267904795?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112335520267904795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112335520267904795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112335520267904795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112335520267904795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/08/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112316500941732600</id><published>2005-08-04T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:18:34.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the Identity Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Introducing, the coolest, the hippest, the meanest Toyota Avanza cum Daihatsu Move! The owner must have been contemplating on both cars and decided to go with the Avanza with the Move's badge and funny looking tail lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/DSC07135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/DSC07135.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this shot on the way home from gym. Not too bad for a 2mp camera phone eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/DSC07151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/DSC07151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112316500941732600?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112316500941732600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112316500941732600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112316500941732600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112316500941732600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-with-identity-crisis.html' title='The one with the Identity Crisis'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112299419729478968</id><published>2005-08-02T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:00:58.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the Farewell Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had an unofficial farewell dinner with a colleague of mine. At the rate it's going, people come and go faster than the Malaysian Mega Sale. It's definitely a bad sign, and doesn't reflect well on the company. But then again, that's the nature of a consulting firm, high turnover rate. I wonder when will it be my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the dinner, we had dinner at Sushi King at Sunway Pyramid.. There was a couple ahead of us in the queue, but somehow the guy got pissed at the waitress.. Not too sure why, but they left, which was good for us cause we are next in line. His lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a kinoaoashi temorau bento bonto... ok, I dont really know my japanese meal, but I did take a picture of it, and it was M11 on the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/DSC07129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/DSC07129.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the LimboLombo for the dinner... I really enjoyed the company. It was supposed to be me buying her a farewell dinner but she treated me instead. Hopefully you will like the new working environment and progress further in your career..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names have been left out to preserve anonymity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, that picture was taken with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;k750i&lt;/span&gt;. I am quite impressed with the colour and the . Looking at it makes me hungry all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112299419729478968?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112299419729478968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112299419729478968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112299419729478968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112299419729478968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-with-farewell-dinner.html' title='The one with the Farewell Dinner'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112279662069429577</id><published>2005-07-31T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T15:57:00.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Some random shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/sleep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/headlights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/headlights.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/taillights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/taillights.jpg" alt="" 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/13939950-112279662069429577?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112279662069429577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112279662069429577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112279662069429577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112279662069429577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112273487426672179</id><published>2005-07-30T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:57:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the Splurging (part 2)</title><content type='html'>I finally got my Ipod today, after having pre-ordered it from &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt;. I had it delivered to my relatives in America. They are currently staying at my place, and will be here for a good one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ipod that I got was a Ipod Photo 60gb. That's half the size of my harddisk. Very fancy stuff. I took a test drive to the gym today, which came preloaded with 30gb of songs. My uncle has&lt;br /&gt;4000+ songs in his notebook, and he took 2 hours to download the songs to my Ipod.. Bonus I tell you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/20D_ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/20D_ipod.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, working out at the gym today was indeed more exciting.. I ran the extra mile on the treadmill. I was listening to Eva Cassidy's album and didn't notice the dashboard on the treadmill. I am definitely in the world of my own now, that kinda reminded me of the Nike ad, with the guy and his alter ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home, I decided to wash my car and saw a dragon fly mating with my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/dragonfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/dragonfly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon fly was initially green, and camouflaged into red, which was the colour of my car...&lt;br /&gt;In front of my house was a bunch of kids lepaking, and they seemed puzzled of me taking photos of my car's antenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go now, got to meet the boyz at Cafe 7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112273487426672179?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112273487426672179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112273487426672179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112273487426672179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112273487426672179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-with-splurging-part-2.html' title='The one with the Splurging (part 2)'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112264642969475457</id><published>2005-07-29T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T21:52:57.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the Splurging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, I received some disturbing news.. 2 pharmacists came to my office, and conducted a free health test, which includes blood pressure, kidney, liver and diabetic tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall, the result came out on the average side except for my blood pressure, a bit on the high side which was at 130/65. The ideal pressure for me (under 30 years of age) would be 120/85 ( i have no idea what the figures represent). Anyway, I would expect to be fit like a bull, since I have been workign out the gym for at least 4-5 times a week, but apparently that wasn't the case.. It must be that work is taking it's toll on me, cause I have never had such probelms before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;I figured that it can't be that everyone in my office is having some form of illness, therefore, they bastards must be con men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So guess what, today, I decided to destress and give myself a treat. I have been working out way too hard physically and mentally.. It wasn't planned it at all.. I was supposed to meet my uncle at Subang Parade after work, near the Coffee Bean entrance, and I was already 20 minutes late as I was rushing to finish some work.. I got there searching for him but he was no where to be found... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So... I walked towards a booth selling handphones, curious about the &lt;em&gt;K750i&lt;/em&gt;.. I was browsing through the phones, and as I looked up, the salesmen gave me this grin.. He then said, hey, I know you, we used to go to the same school.. It took me a good 5 seconds before I could recognise him, and in my heart, I instantly thought, hey, I dont remember you speaking in english before... We chatted a bit, and I asked him about the &lt;em&gt;K750i&lt;/em&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: Since we come from the same school, give me good price lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sean: Can can, no problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: Sure or not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sean: okay lah... RM1510, credit card price... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last weekend, I enquired on the phone, and the price I got was RM1780, cash. shits, this is too good to be true.. Without hesitating, or even trying to bargain further, I whipped out my credit card and the damage was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/box3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/box3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole transaction lasted merely 10 minutes. Talk about reckless splurging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found my uncle sitting inside Coffee Bean, sipping on this Latte while reading The Star..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*The splurging doesn't end here. To be continued*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I am just gonna be a good boy and stay home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112264642969475457?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112264642969475457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112264642969475457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112264642969475457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112264642969475457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-with-splurging.html' title='The one with the Splurging'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112221832376661656</id><published>2005-07-24T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:26:13.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break the cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am such a dumbass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, at the wrong place, at the wrong time,  making the wrong  decisions in life, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112221832376661656?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112221832376661656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112221832376661656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112221832376661656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112221832376661656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/break-cycle.html' title='Break the cycle'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112213728985552415</id><published>2005-07-24T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T00:54:00.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>London and Me</title><content type='html'>The recent London bomb blasts may have just worked out my way... Dont be silly, I have nothing to do with it.. My colleague who is working in London at the moment wants to come back to KL and he needs a replacement for 2 weeks. Reason being that his family is there with him, and he doesn't feel safe anymore, so why take the chance. Naturally, it was music to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah.. free trip to London, I want I want!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he is gonna sell the idea to my boss and if all goes well, I should be in London soon. For 2 weeks at least. *keeps fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112213728985552415?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112213728985552415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112213728985552415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112213728985552415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112213728985552415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/london-and-me.html' title='London and Me'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112178550704275260</id><published>2005-07-19T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:05:07.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paid Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I only got to the office at 11am today and immediately my colleague informed me that the network was down, meaning, unable to access any server, no Internet, and MSN..  nothing!! do you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWHAATTTTTTT THE FUCKKK!! This can't be happening.... I have got bloody deadlines to meet and the other project is due to start next week. NooOooOoooooooooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a freaking jail sentence, or more like a paid holiday.. I did absolutely nothing but to annoy Yen and she got really irritated after I threw paper planes at her..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;By 5.00pm, the network was still down, apparently TMnet was the culprit. I couldnt endure the boredom nomore, so packed my bags and left, while some perfected the art of LLB (look like busy). So much for wanting to stay back today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, before I forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DENISE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a blast and may all your wishes come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112178550704275260?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112178550704275260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112178550704275260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112178550704275260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112178550704275260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/paid-holiday.html' title='The Paid Holiday'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112153763860901339</id><published>2005-07-17T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T02:13:58.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Big Bro,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in the middle of watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two Weeks Notice&lt;/span&gt; on Cinemax until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; smsed me.. She was having some problems and was ready to end her 2 year relationship with her bf. Her reason being that he cheats on her.. Certainly, I was shocked to receive such sms from her as I hardly know her and annoyed cos it was my second time trying to watch the movie, but I suppose she needed someone to talk to, I called her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, why subject herself to such mental torture? If she can't tolerate no more of his deceitful ways and if love has fade away, I suppose it's better to part ways.. Not that I am an expert when it comes to relationships, but it doesn't take Einstein to bitch slap her to tell her what's happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, apparently it wasn't his first time, nor was his second time.. What is she blinded by? Money? he can't even afford to buy his own ciggies, so he can't be rich.. looks? can't comment on that cause I have not met him. hmm, somehow comes back to my theory that chicks dig jerks.. It must be that soothing feeling that they will break their fragile hearts one day or ability to live life recklessly ala &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Young and Dangerous&lt;/span&gt;, you know that 'secure' feeling..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a chance, I hope she doens't look back and be strong when dumping him.. It could be that she's afraid to take the first step, or maybe the thought of being alone and lonely terrifies her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112153763860901339?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112153763860901339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112153763860901339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112153763860901339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112153763860901339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/dear-big-bro.html' title='Dear Big Bro,'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112143424216936241</id><published>2005-07-15T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T10:10:35.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried to wake up early and be on time at work, but I got in an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to climb up the stairs today this morning, but I opted the lift instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get some work done by not chatting on MSN and browsing the Internet but I  still ended up talking with YH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to cut my lunch hour short, but I ended up having a 2 hour lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to work out at the gym, but I only got as far as the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to cook myself dinner, but bought dinner instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be cause it's Friday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word for today is: Mitty&lt;br /&gt;An ordinary, timid person who indulges in daydreams involving    great adventures and triumphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112143424216936241?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112143424216936241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112143424216936241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112143424216936241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112143424216936241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-tried-to.html' title='I tried to...'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112117953336970460</id><published>2005-07-12T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T23:21:48.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the Bad Hair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I had a bad hair day today. I looked at the mirror before leaving home and it looked fine, like how I would normally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; my hair.. Unfortunately, that's not how it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad hair day scene 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;me: hey, we are going for lunch, do you want to join us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Denise: eh?? what's wrong with your hair? why is it so messy today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;*looks at reflection by the window*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;me: okay what? what's wrong with my hair? normal what..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad hair day scene 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;after lunch, over heard Ann and Yoggie P's discussion about work, and i offered some help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me: (i uttered some crap, and wouldn't want to bore you guys with it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ann: gosh.. you guys are really having a bad hair day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;* helloo?? were you even listening?* hehe... looks like I am not the only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad hair day scene 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mr.Boss: Why never gel your hair today ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!! So I suppose that everyone will have a bad hair day one way or another.. Should have just worn a cap to work today.. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;a href="http://siaoning.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;Ning&lt;/a&gt; at the gym today... Lucky her, she's on leave for the past 2 days.. Which made me wonder, why would she spend her time working out at the gym than to unwind at some beach or pamper herself to a spa treatment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112117953336970460?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112117953336970460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112117953336970460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112117953336970460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112117953336970460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-with-bad-hair-day.html' title='The one with the Bad Hair Day'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112108937752230927</id><published>2005-07-11T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:14:40.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the Secret Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I was chatting with &lt;a href="http://www14.brinkster.com/dooks/photoblog/"&gt;ScubaSteve &lt;/a&gt;until I noticed the tiny &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blogger &lt;/span&gt;logo on my colleague's monitor.. To my surprise, they were both gossiping about a secret blog, which they cannot reveal, and assured me that I do not know the author.. What's the who purpose of having a blog if it's not meant to be shared? Must be some notsopleasant stories about them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the office is falling ill, including me.. My nose feels like a broken pipe and my throat is starting to sore..Ahh, a couple of panadols will do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, anyone interested to participate in a photography outing? Click &lt;a href="http://www.pspj.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;for more details. .  Not sure if I am going yet... but, if you decide to sign up, let me know yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112108937752230927?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112108937752230927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112108937752230927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112108937752230927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112108937752230927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-with-secret-blog.html' title='The one with the Secret Blog'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112090662213577249</id><published>2005-07-09T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T12:31:48.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiments..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's disgusting when smelly dirty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; men attends BodyJam and starts shaking his ass..*tries to erase the thought*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to the gym today with ThePooh at The Curve today.. Since I didnt have a Passport membership, I had to sweettalk the hot receptionist to let me enter..Lucky for me, she's having a nice day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at first glace, the gym looks a lot bigger than my resident gym.. There were two levels, cardio on the main level and machines/studio on top.. There's a bigger crowd there, but you dont feel it probably due to the vast open space..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended Body Jam with ThePooh.. This was my first time to the class and my god, it was a total disaster.. The beat was way too fast and I was constantly two steps behind everyone... As a result, I kept bumping into people, taking up other people's place and pissed the people around me... I always thought that I could dance, but again, I thought wrong... ThePooh on the other hand was in-sync with the rest although it was also his first time.. or so he claims.. I am starting to have second thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the humiliation, I dropped by a fruit store and decided to treat myself by making a fruity ice blended drink... I walked into the store and have no idea what to get, there were bananas, oranges, watermelon, grapes, strawberries, durians etc.. ahh.. so much choices... So, I went with the obvious choice.. oranges... cant go wrong with that, just have to pick the orangiest colour and one without a dent, and some bananas to go with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home with a comb of banana and 2 oranges.. quite semangat la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/cut.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/mess.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a mess i made..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/_MG_5620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/_MG_5620.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drink was indeed refreshing.. hmm maybe add some honey too next time.. needless to say, I had to cleanup the mess I made which is more work than making the drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112090662213577249?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112090662213577249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112090662213577249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112090662213577249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112090662213577249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/experiments.html' title='Experiments..'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112063935202065907</id><published>2005-07-07T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T16:13:47.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been raining for the past 3 days, and every Tuesday for the past month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War of the Worlds is a must see.. Dakota Fanning's performance was really good... Shouldn't say too much as I may spoil it for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid motorcyclist going the wrong direction nearly knock us down.. One would think that by observing the traffic from left on a one way traffic would be sufficient.. That's obviously not the case in KL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a two hour lunch break having Kenny Rogers at Midvalley... Seems like LOT'S of people have 2 hour lunch breaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie.G has finally pledge his future at Liverpool, at least until this weekend.. Don't know what the big fuss is all about, he's definitely an excellent player.. no doubts about it, but is he top 3 in the world?? hmm... time to move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City of London has won the bid to host Olympic 2012, 24 hours later, terrorists released 6 bombs killing 35 people and counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112063935202065907?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112063935202065907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112063935202065907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112063935202065907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112063935202065907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts...'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112066437851134661</id><published>2005-07-06T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T09:45:28.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the Commotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On my way to the gym, I was circling the parking lot and noticed a group of people gathering outside the foyer.. I didnt pay much notice to them as I thought it was hitz.fm's cruisers doing their rounds.. (not much of a sucker for freebies eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 15 minutes, I finally found a space to park my car and got closer to see what the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;commotion &lt;/span&gt;was all about... To my surprise, I saw a truck filled with Durians and the other with Mangoesteens.. It looked very much like a scene from my local pasar malam, but everyone was dressed in business suits and ties.. There was a table nearby where a man was chopping Durians, while others stood close by observing him... I have never been a fan of Durian's, so I covered my nose in disgust and proceeded to the gym..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was climbing up the stairs, I looked up and  saw a banner which says, Welcome to **** Annual dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I was entering the lift, not that I was eavesdropping, but I just couldn't help but to notice that this chick talking about EK9 and I thought she uttered RX-8 faintly... finally, a girl speaking my language..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, so I lied about the Annual dinner part, but it was really funny seeing men in suits eating durians..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tall-Elaine&lt;/span&gt; at Pizza Uno... what was suppose to be a catch up dinner turned out to be a candle light dinner cause the fuse box kept tripping until it went dead.. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. it's been a long day, gotta go sleep now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112066437851134661?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112066437851134661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112066437851134661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112066437851134661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112066437851134661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-with-commotion.html' title='The one with the Commotion'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112048408779334186</id><published>2005-07-04T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:34:47.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the Part time job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't blog much tonight cause I will be catching War Of The Worlds in 30 minutes time... So this is gonna be a quicky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with DarthDavid over the weekend and it went something like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me: hey, how was your weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DD: hey.. it was fine.. just got back from my part-time job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me: oh? i didn't know that you worked part time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DD: yeah.. i have been working part-time for about 2 months now, but please dont tell anyone in the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me: okay.. but why? you are not selling drugs or VCD's are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;at this point the invited me to start Webcam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/david.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows what he does for his part-time job, and where he got that costume.. but you must say that it's kinda cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112048408779334186?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112048408779334186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112048408779334186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112048408779334186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112048408779334186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-with-part-time-job.html' title='The one with the Part time job'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112033582795057625</id><published>2005-07-03T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T17:40:12.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baywatch, Mandarin and four silly drunkards...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The night started peacefully... I arrived at Baywatch 11:40pm to find &lt;a href="http://www14.brinkster.com/dooks/photoblog/"&gt;StupendousSteven&lt;/a&gt; and WankyWeng already there.. I thought that I would be an early night, until the beer starting to flow in...oh, how was I so wrong.. We were layaning to Venus Williams beating the crap out of Lindsay Davenport and damn mossies kept sucking my blood out of me... until, SampahSelwyn showed up, that was when the night really begun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 guys, and ? jugs of beer = nonsensical crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the beer kept pouring in, the conversation generally got more interesting... it started off with the rapist whom damaged our nation's reputation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WankyWeng: Lucky he's locked up for good....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SampahSelwyn: yah, i think he got life and 24 strokes of rotan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;StupendousSteven: if you were to consult him as a physiatrist , he would probably say RAPE only la.. gf giving you probelms? RAPE her laah... feel like getting laid? go rape someone today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the dude who fucked the kid to death and claimed that he was just bathing the poor animal.. What's up with you people? If you are horny and broke, go fuck a 2 dollar whore lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paint the face, tonsil jab, facials? what do they really mean? I will leave you with something to ponder about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what makes a relationship last? is it the communication factor? or the ability to tolerate someone? what makes a relationship make or break? I for one am not an expert in this department, but I suppose everyone has faults.. tolerate where you can, and when you can't do it anymore, that's when you part ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SampahSelwyn: if you can find happiness with an older lady, would you go for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;me: Of course lahh... I always have preferred older women... not so judgmental and mental also.. and, more experienced in bed? that's subject to debate all together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SampahSelwyn: got hot MILF's in my office coming on to me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go for it lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god is fair.. he brings balance to the force.. for some unexplainable reason, ugly guys will always date a hot chick.. probably some loser or wanker who drives around in his K car, and I mean hideously ugly.. is it for some reason that hot chicks have bad taste in men? does it bring them security/comfort? does it bring them excitement? I have eligible, professional career friends, and we all ask the same question over and over again, Where have all the chicks gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:30am, the last call was 30 minutes ago.. David Hasslehoff and Pamela Anderson was still noo where to be found and it's closing time... It's been a while since we had silly conversations like this, and I for one didn't want to go home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here comes our next venue.... Mandarin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;* Mandarin Break Glass* &gt;&gt; Only go there when there's no other place to go, and I mean last resort.. That has got to be the wackiest, sleaziest, noidontwanttobecaughtinthere pub you can find... The prostitutes there make you feel as though you are at PatPong.. Only the stage is missing for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PingPong &lt;/span&gt;show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:40am, we could not bear the test of time anymore. The hookers started to put up a sleazy show with the customers.. It was a very disturbing sight and  could no longer take the mental torture, so we decided to go home... Parked next to my car was Ahmed, the delivery boy for The Star newspaper.. That's when we knew it was way past our bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112033582795057625?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112033582795057625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112033582795057625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112033582795057625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112033582795057625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/baywatch-mandarin-and-four-silly.html' title='Baywatch, Mandarin and four silly drunkards...'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112030547415606304</id><published>2005-07-02T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:41:21.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentations, Foot Massage and all alone for dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back by popular demand, we were requested to conduct the second round of interview. This time, I didn't have the luxury to inflict more misery to the candidates as it was a aptitude test, where problem solving, presentations and group discussions were involved.. It was their time to shine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in the office a bit late so didnt have a chance to mingle as everyone was seated in the hall.. There were a total of 33 candidates shortlisted... to my surprise, none of the candidates I had rejected or kept under KIV had been re-called&lt;a href="http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/06/mdc-fair.html"&gt; * i felt a bit guilty for being so strict the last time around*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... this time around, instructions were again simple.. evaluate them based on their communication skill, interpersonal skill and presentation skill.. I thought everyone was mediocre except a few really outspoken ones, which you could identify right from the start.. However, my gut feeling tells me something fishy about them...yes, they may be outspoken, but certainly dont want smartasses working for you.. they will turn around and bite you in the bum.. u know what i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;me: So, can you elect someone from this group to give a 5 minute presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rocker Kev: hey guys, can I do the presentation? I was born to be on stage and I am sure we will win. So can i do it? pls pleeaseee... i am dyingggggggg to do it!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;group 2: *looking shocked and surprised* okay lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf? how can he manipulate the group like this? Some of the members were of course pissed, and they too wanted to present.. last I check, this is still a democratic country and he could at least have ask politely and not insist, if nobody wants to do, then fine lah... it's good to be confident, but it's another thing to be a cocky bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the presentations, we adjourned for lunch where &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt; Domino's pizza was served.. people were more relaxed and joked around.. some took the opportunity for to suckup to the MD, while some sat quietly, sulking by the corner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other half of the day, I was supposed to inspect on my apartment with David, cos the new tenant wants it repainted.. However, when I got there, I was told that the contractors were sent home as the management's policy doesnt allow any renovation work to be carried out on weekends.. bloody hell, if you can't work, at least call and tell me lah.. So, since we were already there, and fought my way through the jam, we treated myself to a foot massage across the street.. ( too bad i didn't bring my camera with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anna: Is this your first time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;me: Yes, does it hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anna: Yes, if it's your first time, it will hurt but slightly only but dont worry, I will be gentle. I also recommend you for a full body massage, very cheap, now got promotion, if you come on weekdays, only RM75.. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;me: full body massage? wahh.. sounds interesting.. what does it include?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;she slowly cracked my toe, one by one...  rubbing more soya bean oil to it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anna: Olive oil massage therapy, very relaxing wan, you want special also got..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit lah, the session was relaxing and it helped me to destress alot.. I didn't even feel any pain, and it was over before I even knew it.. the foot massage lah, what do you think? however, david was screaming and groaning in pain for most of the time.. he kept asking my masseur to apply more pressure, saying i have thick skin la.. Not my fault la if his masseur's arms like Popeye's ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112030547415606304?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112030547415606304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112030547415606304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112030547415606304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112030547415606304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/presentations-foot-massage-and-all.html' title='Presentations, Foot Massage and all alone for dinner'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112014880204191087</id><published>2005-07-01T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:37:59.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long queue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have never queued at a petrol station for more than 10 minutes...  it was like a freakin' carnival..While I was waiting, there were black african peddlers knocking on windows trying to sell some fake Rolex.. then, at the corner of the entrance, one old makcik selling nasi lemak, and her son selling China Press and Nanyang Siang Pau.. There were balloons and clowns in the Caltex station... what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112014880204191087?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112014880204191087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112014880204191087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112014880204191087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112014880204191087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-queue.html' title='The long queue'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-112009696918531679</id><published>2005-06-30T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T10:53:14.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I or should I not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes yes, I know that I should be working now, but the stupid system is not up yet... so I will treat myself to some blogging this Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sometime now, I have been contemplating to get myself an Ipod.. It's always been on my wishlist, but not exactly on top lah... Since I have been a good boy for the past few months by not buying anything that would drive my mum up the wall, I think it's time to tick her off again.. haha.. &lt;a href="http://www.canon.co.uk/for_home/product_finder/cameras/ef_lenses/zoom_lenses/ef_17-40mm_f-4l_usm/index.asp"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; was the last blow to my bank account, and the one before &lt;a href="http://www.waltersphotovideo.co.uk/productimages/nv001.jpg"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt;, and the one beforeeee &lt;a href="http://www.dpreview.com/reviews/specs/Canon/canon_eos20d.asp?dontcount=1"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt;, and that and that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/indexpf20050628.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/indexpf20050628.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so... items which are on my wishlist currently are:  ( in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;1. Ipod&lt;br /&gt;2. A new handphone (which model is good ah?)&lt;br /&gt;3. A telephoto lens  (yes&lt;a href="http://www14.brinkster.com/dooks/photoblog/"&gt; Steven&lt;/a&gt;, a 70-200mm L F2.8)&lt;br /&gt;4. A plasma TV&lt;br /&gt;5. A trip round the world&lt;br /&gt;6. Osim massage chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to be realistic, only the first three  lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-112009696918531679?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/112009696918531679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=112009696918531679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112009696918531679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/112009696918531679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/06/should-i-or-should-i-not.html' title='Should I or should I not?'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-111996984184824439</id><published>2005-06-29T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T19:24:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with Gays, Weirdo's and Wannabe's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Says who that the gym is a good place to meet new people? If that's your main purpose there, then seriously think again... It's filled with Gays, Weirdos and wannabe's... Since I joined this particular gym, I have only made friends with MachoMunir who happened to be an Instructor there, not that i am actually counting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooo.... its not a place to be seen or hang out.. I just dont understand how can people pay RM170 every month to yum cha at the gym.. to put icing on the cake, some even bring home cook food to share with the group... HELLOOO???? you are supposed to be working out, not gain brownie points..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last nite,  I  overheard this guy's conversation ( had a feeling that he's gay)  saying,  '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;so were there any cute guys at the party&lt;/span&gt;?' WTF man?? for those of you whom dont know, I am quite homophobic la... Why you ask? its my ass that they want ,.. not yours ok?... Thank god they dont walk around naked in the changing room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* edit*&lt;br /&gt;just as i was leaving the gym today, he said, bye darling.. omfg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, there's this elite group who would only stick amongst themselves and anyone wanting to penetrate the group would have to be buff and mean like them..they will be dressed in singlet and some even come with cycling tights... I bet they are also the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Spandexboyz &lt;/span&gt;when you go to a pool or a beach... I guess they really believe in the motto, 'If you have it, flaunt it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why my obsession with the gym? While millions of girls lust for him, I am working to have that body.. it's gotta be the most defined body i have seen, not big but defined..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.treehugger.com/files/brad_pitt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.treehugger.com/files/brad_pitt.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  So, on my mission to bulk up,  gym is definitely part of my life now.. Oh, and also to dodge gays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-111996984184824439?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/111996984184824439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=111996984184824439' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/111996984184824439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/111996984184824439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-with-gays-weirdos-and-wannabes.html' title='The one with Gays, Weirdo&apos;s and Wannabe&apos;s'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-111992455008359854</id><published>2005-06-28T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:05:10.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Gary..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gary, I hope that The Evil one who caused you all the misery will pay for it one way or another..  haha.. just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/_MG_4914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/_MG_4914.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Gary during his happier days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/char_gollum2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/char_gollum2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gary now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am pretty sad that we lost someone of his experience... Hope that your new job will treat you well and progress further in your career. Be Good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-111992455008359854?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/111992455008359854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=111992455008359854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/111992455008359854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/111992455008359854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/06/goodbye-gary_28.html' title='Goodbye Gary..'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-111986865313477884</id><published>2005-06-27T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T21:14:07.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with The Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few days ago, i received a call from &lt;a href="http://www14.brinkster.com/dooks/photoblog/"&gt;Steven&lt;/a&gt; to help him help a friend with a photo shooting of kickboxing sessions on Saturday... you see, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Friend&lt;/span&gt; wanted to have some pictures taken for some broucher and some campaign.. The task was simple, all i had to do was to bring my camera, and snap some shots, but the catch is, we dont really get paid for it.. I thought to myself, okay la.. can practice my photography skills and got models to pose for me.. so count me in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So came Saturday, I met up with Steven for breakfast somewhere near his house.. I was like normal la, the blur one, didnt realize what i got myself into... until he said, the lighting condition there quite dark la, this la , that laa...should use RAW format.. aiyo.. stress la, die la now.. only 1gb of memory where got enuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were just wrapping up the class when we arrive... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Friend&lt;/span&gt; greeted us.. no, greeted him and started to introduce herself but somewhat just totally ignored me although i was standing (smiling also) next to him... i was like thinking, wahh.. how come so hostile wan? PMS today izzit? so i tried not to be bothered by her, settled in, unloaded my camera, and started snapping away, while they were still discussing about what pose would be ideal for the models to strike.. So, there was Kwai Cheng Kane, Laila Ali, Crouching tiger man, Brandon Lee and Lita... They all took turns sparing each other while we searched for the perfect shot.. i would preview everyother shot and it would either be blur, under exposed, or simply uninteresting.. stress i tell you.. and it didnt help with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; The Friend's&lt;/span&gt; hostile attitude.. imagine if she saw my pictures, for sure scream wei... so, after a while, i decided, okay la.. let's just try using Auto, and see how it goes... luckily some of the shots did turn out alrite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/_MG_5399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/_MG_5399.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here's a shot of Kwai Cheng Kane executing a side kick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after 2 hours of non stop kicking and punching, the&lt;br /&gt;models were already tired, and my eye was starting to get a little sore from staring at the view finder.. oh ya, by now, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Friend&lt;/span&gt; still hasn't introduced herself, or utter a single word to me, dont know why the hostile treatment, not to say i am charging her for my shots also... just want some goddamn acknowledgement that's all.. hence i call her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-111986865313477884?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/111986865313477884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=111986865313477884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/111986865313477884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/111986865313477884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-with-friend.html' title='The one with The Friend'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939950.post-111979456157440786</id><published>2005-06-26T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T00:11:50.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The MDC Fair...</title><content type='html'>I left the recruitment fair today with mixed feelings... Not sure how I got myself into it... dont be silly, for those of you that think I am jumping ship again, think again... I am actually quite contented with my job... I was there helping out my company with the recruitment drive... Since we were short of manpower, my task was to help promote my company, schedule the interviews and conduct the interviews...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first duty was to schedule the interviews... first, I had to screen the CVs and look for some pre-requisites&lt;br /&gt;( i was thinking to myself, okay la... can't be that complicated ritee) So i sat there for the next hour, listening and attending to their concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The favourite questions were:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hi, what position is open for recruitment?&lt;br /&gt;2. Got training or not?&lt;br /&gt;3. Involve programing ar? eee.. i am not good at programing so how ar? still can apply?&lt;br /&gt;4. Got opportunity to travel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored of answering their questions after a while, so I phone my colleague David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me: Ehhh.... can swap ar... I want to have a taste of being the interviewer also la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;david: wait first la.. this is fun, wait after lunch time la then we swap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: dowan la.. boring lah up here... they all keep asking me the same questions over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;david: ok la... u come down, there's another seat next to me.. we tag team interview la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ok.. sets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;so upon hearing the good news, i rushed down to the interview hall... i was telling myself, remember to keep a straight face, remember to keep a straight face..... be serious, be professional..... and dont fuck up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i tell you, being at the other side of the table feels soooooo much better.. -_^&lt;br /&gt;for one, i dont have to worry about what i say and everyone is just trying to suck up to you! i was telling myself, man, i can get used to this... needless to say, my tag team partnership with David went really well.. but he thought i was being really crude and kept reminding me not ask too many technical questions.... remember what Janice(HR manager) told us arr, ' this is just to see their character, no need to judge them first... BE EASY ON THEM!!' but i thought aiya... let's save her the trouble of having to interview them AGAIN later... might as well reject all the crap ones now, rather than to give them false hopes... after rejecting like 5 candidates, i thought okayy, maybe i am being a little too strict here... so i took it easy and cut back on the technical questions, until this guy came along... i thought the interview went really well, but he kept on saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;candidate A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I have no problems with Java language'...( it was like for the 5th time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;so i thought to myself, ' ooo, cocky bastard, let me teach you something or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me: so, tell me, what do you know about Classes? (to confess, i know jackshit about OO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;upon hearing my question, i could see that he started to panic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;candidate A: err.. err..umm.. ar.. classes? ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;and he went on crapping about something which i didnt really understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: okay, tell me what you know about Function Calls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;candidate A: ohh.. i dont really know how to explain but, its something like a bicycle, and how you operate it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that, David agreed that we desperately need some technical questions... or we wont be able to gauge and know if the bloody prick is trying to pull a fast one on you... i bet most of them left the interview hall cursing and swearing at me...tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="17"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;5pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;, after shaking countless of sweaty and cold hands, we went for a drink at some cafe and i took this pic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/1600/_MG_55721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7549/1245/320/_MG_55721.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;view of Putrajaya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13939950-111979456157440786?l=youneedacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/111979456157440786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13939950&amp;postID=111979456157440786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/111979456157440786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13939950/posts/default/111979456157440786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneedacookie.blogspot.com/2005/06/mdc-fair.html' title='The MDC Fair...'/><author><name>KW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02085036134948741275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos30.flickr.com/35560093_c01c5b8fd1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
