<?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-15065375</id><updated>2011-10-07T00:08:26.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my blah blah blog~~!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>welcome to my humble blog.. this is where i will rant out or chunk out anything that pops in my mind as i go through the day... hope you will enjoy it n don get offended in any way coz i'm not talking about u!! ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-116222772215589235</id><published>2006-10-31T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T01:02:03.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After all this time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/internet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/internet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just when I finally get an idea ( not even funny one at that...) on what to draw for my comic strip. My housemate got home from his hometown and bugging me to give back his internet line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. at least I did get to finish one piece before I go hiatus again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other kenny will be back!! It would take another few months or years maybe..&lt;br /&gt;but I will be back!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-116222772215589235?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/116222772215589235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=116222772215589235&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/116222772215589235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/116222772215589235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/10/after-all-this-time.html' title='After all this time!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-116127809863305289</id><published>2006-10-20T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T01:14:59.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!! I'm back!! kinda..</title><content type='html'>Phew.. I'm back!!&lt;br /&gt;for a while only la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you guys go on and say "I thought you're dead?" or "Huh? what? who are you again?" I want to tell you that I've been on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find all the unanswered  questions of the universe!! by meditating!!! up on some mountain somewhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of meditating, I've realised that I have better chance of finding the answers on the internet... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's not really the case.. I'm just to lazy to drag my ass to some noisy IT savvy Ah Bengs filled internet cafe to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really should apply for a line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemate Hadibi went back to his hometown for the upcoming Hari Raya Puasa (bring me cookies and stuff, and don't forget the duit raya!! hehehe) so he's lending me his internet line for a week or two.(bless his little heart!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I don't have any comic strip to show you guys, but rest assured, your eyes will be polluted with my awful drawings soon! better stock up eye drops! muahaahahhahhaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-116127809863305289?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/116127809863305289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=116127809863305289&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/116127809863305289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/116127809863305289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow-im-back-kinda.html' title='WOW!! I&apos;m back!! kinda..'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114977832500765566</id><published>2006-06-08T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T22:52:10.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update!!!!????</title><content type='html'>I got two bloody ulsers now and it hurts s0 bad........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114977832500765566?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114977832500765566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114977832500765566&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114977832500765566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114977832500765566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/06/update.html' title='An update!!!!????'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114770899166303076</id><published>2006-05-15T23:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:21:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyepatch 2000</title><content type='html'>this is what happens when I'm too bored..... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;click to enlarge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/eyepatch2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/eyepatch2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/th_eyepatch2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114770899166303076?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114770899166303076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114770899166303076&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114770899166303076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114770899166303076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/05/eyepatch-2000_114770899166303076.html' title='Eyepatch 2000'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114761754886971458</id><published>2006-05-14T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:39:08.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sometime mother knows best. Even if she looked like she's being mean to you, it is all for your own good. Happy Mother's Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/bloggers-life4.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114761754886971458?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114761754886971458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114761754886971458&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114761754886971458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114761754886971458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114708578027053132</id><published>2006-05-08T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:56:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for sandra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/sandras2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The 1st drawing I did using my now beloved Wacom tablet.. well not exactly the drawing.. i drew it on a piece of paper and then scanned and colored it on photoshop cs2 with my (you've guessed it!) tablet! wwooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay , I know it sucked, the lighting it everywhere and the shadings are out of place. Its my 1st time what...  I'll improve.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its for you &lt;a href="http://sandorasan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sandra&lt;/a&gt; . Hope you like it, oh ya... your tablet is still with me.. maybe I'll leave it at Ed's place so you can go pick it up later? .. and I'm sending you the better quality one of this drawing so you can oggle at its flaws... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114708578027053132?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114708578027053132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114708578027053132&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114708578027053132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114708578027053132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-sandra.html' title='for sandra.'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114708487053031223</id><published>2006-05-08T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:41:10.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally after so long....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No I still haven't apply a connection yet, I'm now at my friend's house uploading this crap since the stupid cyber cafe at my place doesn't allowed uploading and downloading with a flash drive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought me a wacom tablet (WWWeeee~~) that costed me RM 344!! (wahhh~~!!) end up using my credit card for it.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that thing kick ass (as a device and as in kicking my wallet's ass) but sadly the price of it are not fixed, it goes up and down whenever it like and unfortunately I caught it when the price went up.. from RM 200 ++ to a bloody RM 338! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think its worth it so that's it then.. well...&lt;br /&gt;see you guys around and enjoy this comic!&lt;br /&gt;don't forget to inform me when there's another gathering or meeting ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/piratedvd.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114708487053031223?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114708487053031223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114708487053031223&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114708487053031223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114708487053031223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-after-so-long.html' title='Finally after so long....'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114632028146412234</id><published>2006-04-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:18:04.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, guys....</title><content type='html'>So the company finally putting on stop for its workers to go online since the last virus attack, it was a really messy stuff and the my boss decided that he had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on hiatus, my housemate does have an internet connection, but I won't have any chances on using it. He hogged the damn thing like it is his life, well I can't really say much about it since... heck , he pay for it.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my budget for this month goes according to my plan, I should be able to apply a line of my own. But that too would take weeks for me to get connected. So I don't know when exactly I'll be back again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm like a junkie who hasn't got his daily fix, I felt so disconnect the 1st week but that feeling is slowly dying out with time. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While its a good thing that I won't waste more of my time just surfing away on the internet. But still its a media that connects me to you guys.... HHHMmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm just here to inform whoever reading this (if there is any) that the fact is I'm DOWN, but definately NOT OUT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys when I see you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114632028146412234?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114632028146412234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114632028146412234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114632028146412234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114632028146412234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/04/sorry-guys.html' title='Sorry, guys....'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114523589836918014</id><published>2006-04-17T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T09:04:58.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourists or bloggers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/bloggerslife3copy.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114523589836918014?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114523589836918014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114523589836918014&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114523589836918014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114523589836918014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/04/tourists-or-bloggers.html' title='Tourists or bloggers?'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114497595149611583</id><published>2006-04-14T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:52:31.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of topic to say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/bloggerslife2copy.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wonder if I have a girlfriend, would I do the same thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114497595149611583?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114497595149611583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114497595149611583&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114497595149611583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114497595149611583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/04/out-of-topic-to-say.html' title='Out of topic to say?'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114489437241356953</id><published>2006-04-13T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:12:52.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delay in the comic.. sorry..</title><content type='html'>It's not entirely my fault though! I did finish a comic strip but the problem are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a scanner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemate do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemate that have it were sleeping right after he got back from work and he locked his door so I can't sneak in and scan my comic strip by myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for him to wake up right until 1.30 am when my eyelids can't seem to fight against the force of gravity anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did finish the comic... honest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114489437241356953?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114489437241356953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114489437241356953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114489437241356953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114489437241356953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/04/delay-in-comic-sorry.html' title='delay in the comic.. sorry..'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114480836277296793</id><published>2006-04-12T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:19:22.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the built up suspense</title><content type='html'>What? So I lied, I promised to tell you what happened to me yesterday. But hey, it was a holiday okay? Even bloggers need a day off.. hahhaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I tried to draw a comic out of the event that happened on last Monday yesterday (feeling a little confused about the time? Well don't worry, me too!) . But you know, there were time when people tell themselves that they will do a specific thing on a specific time since they are a day off tomorrow but never get around to do it at the end because they thought "Hey, this is holiday man, why should I bust my head trying to work this out?" and finally successfully bumped around the whole day instead getting the task done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that happened to me yesterday.. LMAO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead now you will have to bear with me and read through the story with grammatical errors instead.. Or just skip this and leave comments like "Hey, where's the comic you have promised me huh?" , or "You lazy bum!", or " I can't believe how incredibly handsome you are! I love you!". Its your choice.. Although I would like to read the last line from a girl... And no dabido, you can't leave comment like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can get my lazy ass to continue the comic or maybe do another new one tonight, I WILL POST IT TOMORROW. I promise.. (cross my heart....... And fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, last Monday , as usual I was on my daily routine, the radio alarm blast music loudly, I woke up, turned the volume down and went back to sleep, telling myself that I will wake up when my handphone alarm rang, which is approximately five minutes after. The handphone alarm rang, I woke up , turned if off and again went back to sleep for the next five minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, its Monday okay? I hate waking up early on Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally woke up 10 minutes later than my schedule, took a short shower and went out of the house under 20 minutes. After I dressed up for work of course, you think I'd go out to work naked meh?. So I took the Putra LRT from Kelana Jaya to Masjid Jamek, interchange to STAR LRT from Masjid Jamek to Titiwangsa and wait for my bus there (stupid new public transport system!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to catch my time and was fairly early that morning. So I waited there for a while and then a bus came, I didn't saw the number of the bus but I saw an old man that I recognize (because he works at same area as mine) boarding the bus, so without checking the bus number, I boarded it ( by now you know where this is going right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out my KLue magazine and start reading it while listening in to my mp3 player throughout the bus trip , the old man was sitting behind me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, my guts are telling me that something's wrong here, I'm suppose to reach my stop 10 minutes ago. So I took a peek out of the window and was stunned that the view outside is alien to me. I don't know where the hell I am now and where the hell this bus is taking me. Trying to comfort myself by saying that the bus driver is taking another route to avoid jam, I look behind me searching for the old man to assured that my intuition is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel a cold sweat seeping out of my face, my blood seems to drawn away from my head. The old man is not there anymore!! He got off early and I didn't realized it. So I am now lost and late to my work. I calmed myself down and try not to look like a panic ape jumping and banging around in its cage. There are ladies around mind you. But I was worried that if I got off in this middle of nowhere, I won't know where will I go next, so I just sits down and wait for the bus to go back to the Titiwangsa station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But half an hour later, I found out that I am in Gombak, on my way to Zoo Negara. (WTH??!!) , I'm waaayy off track and now really set to panic mode. Later the bus reached an PUTRA LRT and I got off and took the train back to Masjid Jamek. Gombak station is the second last station for PUTRA LRT and Kelana Jaya is the other end of the station for LRT. So I manage to get from one end station to another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How f*cked up is that? My supervisor called me that time , and because I was too disoriented, I told her the truth and it never crossed my mind that she will tell the others about it, I thought that maybe she'll make up an excuse for me. Boy was I wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally reached my workplace one hour and a half late. I took the back door, trying to elude the human resources and accounting departments, since the pat pohs are there and surely will trying find out what have happened. I almost manage to sneak through and suddenly a loud "miao miao" sounds came out of my pants. No silly, I didn't keep cats in my pants. It was my stupid ringtone. My supervisor called me again. Blardy hell, didn't I say that I'll be late but I am coming??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole sneaky business didn't work out and the whole human resource , accounting and engineers department looking at me trying to sneak my way through to my place. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;And apparently my supervisor told the pat poh in the human resource department (which is the mother of all pat pohs, she is the one pat poh to rule them all) the reason I was late. So I am the clown of the month. DOUBLE SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my supervisor why she have to tell that mother of all pat pohs the truth, she said that she told her not to tell anyone about it. RRRIIIGGGHHTTT.... You think that she can even keep her mouth shut for a nano second? She's THE pat poh dammit, the pat poh to rule them all!!! The only secret that she keeps are secrets of her own. SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Long eh? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114480836277296793?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114480836277296793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114480836277296793&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114480836277296793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114480836277296793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/04/sorry-for-built-up-suspense.html' title='Sorry for the built up suspense'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114463497869416944</id><published>2006-04-10T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:33:01.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's life, truth or lie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/bloggerslife1copy.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying another approach, frankly I'm kinda sick of typing and I know that you're kinda sick of reading through all those grammatical error in my post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. oh ya, this morning something funny (to me its f*cked up) happened to me.. will tell you tomorrow.. I was one and a half hour late to my work! &gt;_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114463497869416944?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114463497869416944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114463497869416944&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114463497869416944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114463497869416944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/04/bloggers-life-truth-or-lie.html' title='Blogger&apos;s life, truth or lie?'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114437423655711733</id><published>2006-04-07T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:44:04.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peachy Lemon?? HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>While I was searching for some dvds to watch, I stumbled upon a cd that I thought was lost two years ago..&lt;br /&gt;The cd was a gift after me , &lt;a href="http://www.acomsplace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Haizum&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://hadibi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hadibi&lt;/a&gt; tried to join in an internet singing contest. The contest was organised by a company called i-dee.com which unfortunately was closed down few months after we have submitted our clip.. :( . The prize was RM 500 per week !!! if given that we are able to stay on top of the votes, we were able to win again the next week.. dammit! why didn't we join in earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/peachylemon1.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This brings back the memories... aahhh the hair... its weird I know.. and I was way skinnier the last time.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;anyway, I don't want to bore you people with details so let me show two clips from us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Peachy Lemon!! (don't ask why we choose that name.. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/93nbKoBO7u4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/93nbKoBO7u4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a song called bedroom window by a local indie band nice stupid playground. I use to listen to them over and over again during high school. They were great! hmm... wonder what happened to them now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jOwEsEdc8Nc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jOwEsEdc8Nc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song from the corrs, I only practiced on that song in one night so I was afraid that I would screw up, in which unfortunately I did! &gt;_&lt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/peachylemon2.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can do it again soon!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114437423655711733?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114437423655711733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114437423655711733&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114437423655711733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114437423655711733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/04/peachy-lemon-hahaha.html' title='Peachy Lemon?? HAHAHA'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114404700551212029</id><published>2006-04-03T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:57:24.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Kerry is funny!!</title><content type='html'>So I went to a buffet with Miss curry , Miss kerry , Terung , and Tong last Saturday (all are not real names!) to celebrate Miss Curry's birthday. Well her birthday is suppose to be today (Monday) but we were celebrating her 'chinese's calender' birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Miss kerry, being a self proclaimed food critic ( hearing her talks about food every single freakin working day confirms that) that she is, went on to talk about... you've guessed it, food that we are having....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, she can't cook even if her life's depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, while we were having our dessert, Tong sui . (chinese's form of dessert , usually a sweeten drinks with some edible stuffs in it). Miss Kerry gave her 'proffesional' opinion on her dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Miss Kerry : MMMmmm, this one is good!! I love it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me : Ya? cool, let me have a taste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Miss Kerry : Its good, it tasted like apple and red dates....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me : ........ Hello~~ IT IS apple and red dates dessert what.. you can see that in the bowl... see? those are apples and those are red dates... *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Miss kerry cracks me up sometimes...&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/15065375-114404700551212029?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114404700551212029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114404700551212029&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114404700551212029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114404700551212029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/04/miss-kerry-is-funny.html' title='Miss Kerry is funny!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114404007139590888</id><published>2006-04-03T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T12:54:39.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akedemi Fantasia's brewing another Mawi?</title><content type='html'>My housemate, &lt;a href="http://hadibi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hadibi&lt;/a&gt; and his sister &lt;a href="http://www.acomsplace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Haizum&lt;/a&gt; decided to try their luck in getting to musical industries by joining the new season of &lt;a href="http://www.astro.com.my/akademi_fantasia/v4/"&gt;Akedemi Fantasia&lt;/a&gt;'s audition. Akedemi Fantasia is quite well known to Malaysian especially to those who own a satellite TV Astro and has a broad audiences who watches them religiously. It's a reality talent show (yes one of those sms based voting show) where the winner is chosen by majority votes (and its where people with average talent can win the contest, provided they are able to woo the audiences and if they know any friends and families that are rich and willing to spend a huge amount of money to vote them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very much like American Idols except that its a show of people with lesser talent. (alot of people gonna hate me for stating that. &gt;_&lt;). A show where majority of audiences are Malays. (I'm not trying to state that racism's involved, because I know the 1st winner of the show is a chinese.) But I must state that my housemate and his sister are a talented bunch (Hadibi is also an artist in local comic magazine called JOM, a magazine that's gaining more and more readers now but frankly I don't read them. hahahhaa ). They can sing really well and both of them are into R &amp;amp; B and pop songs. (Although I must state that Hadibi does get on my nerves sometime by singing really loud in his room, especially late at night). His sister has been invited to sing in several functions and her voice is quite powerful for a small 'sized' young woman (small in term of vertical attribudes, above average in weight.. hehehehehehhe . Just joking Haizum, pls don't kill me! &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, they went ahead to the audition located ... hhhmmm... somewhere at Bukit Jalil? somewhere there la. They went out of the house around 9 am and finally got back around 2 am... No I didn't type that wrong, and yes its two in the morning. All that I could say is, they have wasted their time and effort for nothing in return. But I guess they did take a step (although its a side step . XD) that hope that they have learn something from the trip. Something like Haizum does have the ability to attract male. (well I'm the one who learned that lesson. &gt;_&lt; . After knowing her for a long time, I don't see her that way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you screwed up your lyrics just for one bit during the audition, you're out. For it has a huge followers, the audition are bound to have lots of people trying out their luck too, so it's natural that the event would last the whole day (the whole 24 hours to be exact). So the juries and the judges who have to sacrifice their ear and butt, sitting and listening to thousands and thousands of people (which I think that majority of them are not talented but are encouraged by their parents and friends, poor saps!) for hours would naturally get impatient in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what Hadibi wanted to believe, somehow I get a feeling that he's in denial that he' just not appealing enough! : p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the result, Hadibi got kicked out in the 1st part of the audition and Haizum is out after three (?) sessions... -___-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think mainly because both of them are singing English songs and don't have aduquete knowledge on Malay songs. And Akedemi Fantasia now it seems, trying to brew another &lt;a href="http://www.brudirect.com/DailyInfo/News/Archive/Sept05/240905/nite23.htm"&gt;Mawi&lt;/a&gt; clone, seeing that the recent winner has raked in an incredible amount of money and fame. As the local entertainment industry's motto goes. " Milk something that works until it dries, and replace it with something that's exactly the same. Why you ask? because it sells! who cares about fresh ideas, we are not willing to take the risk! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I made up that motto, but really, after seeing those local movies showing the same plot and the same artists over and over again. I think I got the motto right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I hate Mawi. He's an overrated artist. (I think I won't be able to go out anymore if Mawi's fans are reading this.. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114404007139590888?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114404007139590888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114404007139590888&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114404007139590888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114404007139590888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/04/akedemi-fantasias-brewing-another-mawi.html' title='Akedemi Fantasia&apos;s brewing another Mawi?'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114369126492537152</id><published>2006-03-30T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:22:01.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting over girls.. Are girls a prize?</title><content type='html'>This is the scenario... Miss Janice = MJ (not a real name) is in some kind of relationship with MR. James = Ja (not a real name either), its call some kind because they have been dating for quite a while and Ja are definitely in love with MJ. He's the type who believe in true love, believe that everyone has their own other half, believe that... well you get the idea. But MJ doesn't treat it as real deal. She loves being with Ja, as he gives her comfort and lots of security. Being only 22, MJ feels that she is not ready for a real relationship. You might say she is commitment phobia, but she's not the type who would easily let go of an relationship. Have you ever feel that way? I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though MJ loves being with Ja, she felt there's some spark missing between them. Ja is a responsible , mature than his age kind of guy. He's a perfectionist, he got a schedule and he stick to it. MJ on the other hand has only reached adulthood, she wants to have fun, she wants experience all types of relationship, she's experimental. She's keeping her option open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came along Jerry = Je ( not a real name!), Jerry is a fun loving guy, he has the charms, he's adventurous, he's spontaneous. Something that Ja lacks, one night of meeting in a club, Je and MJ quickly got acquainted and have been together behind Ja's back for two months. It was never intended to be a serious relationship but MJ and Je has a special chemistry going on between them. They both has slowed down on seeing other dates, and tend to spend more time together. Slowly but surely Je fell in love with MJ, he has stopped fooling around and were ready to commit into this relationship with MJ but there's something that Je didn't know, MJ is with Ja. MJ didn't tell him because she feels that it wasn't important. She didn't lied, she's just keeping the information from Je, and she didn't treat her relationship with Ja as serious.. but she does loves Ja very much, she loves him as much as she loves Je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time, Ja found out about the affair. He caught Je and MJ dating and quickly approach MJ for an answer. MJ didn't know how to react. She just stood there, looking at both Je and Ja, the two demand for answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one does MJ loves? MJ didn't know how to answer that. She loves them both. If she was given a choice, she would choose to be together with both of the men. She began to cry as both of the men she loves fight with each other. Like male two lions trying fight for the right to get the female lion, they are fighting for the prize , MJ.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the guys realized that the winner doesn't necessary get the girl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114369126492537152?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114369126492537152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114369126492537152&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114369126492537152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114369126492537152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/03/fighting-over-girls-are-girls-prize.html' title='Fighting over girls.. Are girls a prize?'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114342669215584463</id><published>2006-03-27T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T10:31:32.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a pat poh!!!</title><content type='html'>This event happened on 9am this morning (Which mean that I was 30 minutes late to work, ack!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached office, was walking past the accounting, human resources and the engineers department. (the drafting department is at the end of building).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was walking past the pat poh of the my workplace, let's call her Mrs. S (there has to be one in each company huh?)who strangely trying to open up a conversation with me ( which doesn't mean anything else but to gossip ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mrs S : So , you went to watch a movie last Saturday at One Utama huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me : Huh? (how did she know that?).. Oh yeah I did....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mrs S : Well, who is that girl la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Miss Curry and Kerry (not their real name) overheard us then quickly butt in..  (oh great!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Kerry : What girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me :  Yeah, What girl? I don't know what you are talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mrs S : Eh don't lie la, I saw you talk to the girl for a while and then she left and waved bye bye to you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Of all the people who can possibly saw me, why does it have to be her??!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kerry : OOoohhh... Someone's dating liao.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ms Curry : way, no wonder la last Saturday you seem to be rushing to go home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me : Its not a date la! I was watching the movie alone. And happens to bumped into her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kerry : RRrrriiiggghhhttt... I don't think that you're the type who watches movies alone one.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ms Curry : Yeah, he's not that type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me : Wei wei, don't talk like you have known me for ages la.. We only known each other like a year ago. How would you know about my character?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mrs S : Heh, men are easy to read one. Like reading a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you mean those gossip magazine right? You couldn't possibly be reading a book.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ms Curry : Wait, don't steer away from the topic le... So why did the girl left right after the movie har? Aren't you two supposed to go lovey dovey after that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kerry : Maybe the girl is afraid of him le? You know la, men.. like buaya like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three laughing..  I just walk away while the three keep on chatting about god knows who..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another episode of my life... -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, watched V for Vendetta liao... its a good movie. Somehow I felt like I'm watching Phantom of the Opera... who instead of peeping on a girl and sing opera, go off killing authorities and reminding people of their rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my pc on Sunday!! woot!!! But I'm broke right now, sigh~~~ But am getting my pay by couple of days.. Yay!!! (emotional roller coaster there. LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114342669215584463?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114342669215584463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114342669215584463&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114342669215584463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114342669215584463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-pat-poh.html' title='What a pat poh!!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114308200255645576</id><published>2006-03-23T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:46:46.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies and careers</title><content type='html'>These days and years. The 'standard' requirement for people to get a decent paid job is getting higher and higher. During my parents' time , they only need to be an appretience to whoever willing to teach them. Both of my parents only manage to study till standard 3, after that they have to stop schooling due to family's financial problem. At the end at my dad's side of the family, my uncle (the youngest one) manage to finish high school. My dad ending up working as a contractor and my mum was selling vegetables and snacks in pasar malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my sibling's time, they can start working after form 3, SPR doesn't provide a job with good pay but it can manage to get you an office work as clerk. Which during that time was considered as a very good job because you'll be sitting and working under a shade. Not like other works that require labor power and mixing cement under the blazing hot sun. Even better if you were working in a bank. Typical Chinese parents love those who works in a bank. HHHmmm... Must be the idea of having a son in law who works around money excite them. Anyone who passed SPR can and have extra money with them can start studying in college to take any course that they prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my time. UPSR doesn't mean anything but a requirement to get in high school, the same applies to PMR, which is only a requirement to get to form four. And the minimum requirement to get into college is SPM. Getting a diploma is must if you want to get a decent job with decent pay. This was the era of semi-skilled worker. But I remember that time, company's was starting to look for higher requirement like degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, the standard time for children to spend on studying are increasing, from 6 years to 12 years. And now the standard or should you say the minimum time you have to spend on studying now is to get a diploma which is to add around 2 1/2 years to it. Meaning some of people are starting to work at a later age. Somewhere between 19 to 20s. By few more years when the minimum requirement to get a decent paid job would be raised again (a degree). And that would add another 3 or 4 years to it. Meaning the next generation would start on working on the age 24 ++ . And a decade more the bar would be raised again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a pattern there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man per say. Thinking about getting a career 1st before considering getting married. It means that most likely he would get married during his 30s, have children of his own and start to worry on how to get his children who are 20s when he's 50s (which is near retiring period) , through the college or university years. In which can add a quite heavy burden to the man (he only have few more years of working until he retires) because after the retirement, he and his family will have to depend on pension money to get by... Which could post a huge problem if he didn't start saving money during the time that he started to work. (and I still haven't add in another matters to consideration, like the value of money that will change in few decades time)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a problem that human is facing nowadays...... Should we do something about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this is the sign of someone getting old....... -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114308200255645576?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114308200255645576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114308200255645576&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114308200255645576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114308200255645576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/03/studies-and-careers.html' title='Studies and careers'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114264689532730816</id><published>2006-03-18T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:00:49.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convenient? My ass la!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I'm suppose to be in hiatus. But the stupid Rapid KL angered me so much by their stupidity that I have to get it out or else I'm gonna find a club and bash at any random people I encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who lives or work in KL should know that Rapid KL now has changed their bus transportation system right? I was all okay with it and glad thinking that they are taking action to curb the problem of people getting crappy public transportation service. But later I found out that they are gonna change the route of the bus that I take to my workplace (prior 3 days before the official new route, I don't know why they didn't inform it earlier, maybe they were trying to avoid people from complaining about it). Quite frankly I hate the new bus system, its a pain in the ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/stupid.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Found this stupid flyer sticking on the window of the bus that I took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay usually , I have to take a bus from Bangkok Bank near the central market there to my work place which is at Jalan Segambut. The trip is quite far and I have to go through three zones (the zones indicate how much you have to pay). But I was okay with it because I only have to take one bus to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stupid bus system that they are using now are the buses only go around in their respective zones. So it means that instead of taking just one bus, I have to rotate between three buses to get to my work place. And I have to pay RM 4 for a one day trip, that's extra RM1 more plus all of the trouble I'll be going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/stupid2.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the left is the old route and on the right are the new routes. So as you can see, instead of just taking one bus to go to my work place, I now have to take three buses. Pretty fucked up I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Plus if given the situation where I missed all three buses, I have to wait 10 minutes (if miracle does happen and there is no traffic jam) for each buses. So adding it all up , I have to wake up 30 minutes earlier than the time I usually wakes up (at 6am) if I don't want to be late for work, so it means that I now have to wake up at 5.30 am!!!! blardy fack!!!! All those trouble, with fare increased by RM1 again!! OMGWTF!!!!oneoneone!!!yatyatyat11111!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&amp;amp;*%^$#%*%@@!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm gonna take the metro bus which only reaches the road on Jalan Ipoh, and have to take 20 minutes walk to my work place. At least I'm gonna be fit (and die earlier from inhaling smoke coming out from the cars).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!! I'm buying a fucking bike!!! (or maybe a kancil i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114264689532730816?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114264689532730816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114264689532730816&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114264689532730816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114264689532730816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/03/convenient-my-ass-la.html' title='Convenient? My ass la!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114222227060973802</id><published>2006-03-13T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:57:50.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOooo... what's up?</title><content type='html'>wha? pardon?? you thought i was dead? well sorry to disappoint you but I'm still alive and kicking. Nothing outrageous happened to me lately.. hmmm.. come to think of it, I missed being in weird situation. At least I'd have something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know one bad thing about having a blog is that you can't never retell story to your bunch of friends that you have blogged before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kenny : You know last week I was in the LRT and.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A friend : Oh that, I knew that already, read it on your blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kenny : Really? then two days ago I was walking alone in.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A friend : Oh that, I knew about that too, read it on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kenny : But I haven't blog about that!!! =____=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A friend : OH.... oppps.. hehehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm just waiting for my pc to arrive so for the time being I'll be in hiatus mode (yes, finally your prayer has been answered, go buy a chicken to thank your god).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then... pray hard if you wan't me to be in hiatus forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114222227060973802?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114222227060973802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114222227060973802&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114222227060973802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114222227060973802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/03/soooo-whats-up.html' title='SOooo... what&apos;s up?'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114134927464353579</id><published>2006-03-03T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T10:43:40.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life, is like a sitcom...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I really don't know why, but my life, it seems, is like a sitcom but with the consequence. Sometimes it gives a good laugh and sometime its just plain weird. But unlike sitcom,sometime those weird situation are not as funny as you thought it would be. Well maybe it is, since my friends laugh at it (and on me) when I told them but I assured you, it's not so funny when it happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this happened yesterday , when I was on my way home. As always I boarded the putra LRT to get home, and as usual the LRT is packed with people. But yesterday was especially packed. I pushed my way in (or rather, being pushed in by the people behind me). So I have no place to maneuver at all. Since I don't have a place to hold on to on two of the four sides that I can face on, I have two choices in where I want to face at. One is looking at a guy face to face (he's at almost the same height as me) eyes locking at each other and feeling each other's breath blowing through the neck or face the back of a woman. Deciding not to rehearse the role of the cowboy in brokeback mountain with that guy (plus he have bad breath) I choose to face the back of the woman. The woman was with her friend that were facing me. And they both knew that I'm facing that woman. But because of the amount of people inside is really high. I felt uncomfortable because I keep on struggling not to make contact of my crotch with her ass (she is quite plum, and her behind is quite 'well-build'). And with the constant pushing and her 'well-build' behind are not helping with my case at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when the train reached the next station, some of the people got off and I have the chance to change my position before the others came in. So I turn and now her behind is now against my right thigh where I keep my wallet at back of the pocket in my pants. And right after that, we are back to the pushing and grinding stage again. The woman and her friend thought I couldn't hear them because I was listening to my mp3 player. But what they didn't know is, I didn't turn the volume high so i overheard them talking (we were very close to each other so I couldn't help overhearing it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The plum woman : Eh, I think the guy behind me is having a boner la! (sounds irritated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;her friend : *peer over her to look at me, in which I intentionally look at the other way* He's not facing behind you la!  How can you feel his boner like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The plum woman : But i felt something hard poking my behind le.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-____- , hey lady, there are other things that are hard beside the big willy you know??? Like my muscle ;) and my wallet. You are grinding your ass on my wallet la!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't help but gave her friend the "what the hell, I'm not a perv.! look" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;her friend : Sshhhh.. I think he heard us la! giggles giggles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, another episode of weird thing that happened to Kenny! I have alot of weird experience boarding the putra LRT. But one that I really couldn't forget is the one I got harrassed by a sex-crazed Indian woman (it happened before I started this blog), but that's another story to tell on another time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114134927464353579?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114134927464353579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114134927464353579&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114134927464353579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114134927464353579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-life-is-like-sitcom.html' title='My life, is like a sitcom...'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114118439199037627</id><published>2006-03-01T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T11:39:52.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternative rides...</title><content type='html'>But before that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;All those metal pounding happening just below the office are getting on my nerves!!! AArrghhh... how I wish I could just go downstairs, take the hammer from their hand and pound on their heads!!! It's really testing on my patience and sanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway with all this fear over the RM 0.30 increase of petrol's price, I think alot of people who initially wanted to buy a car would now stop and giving a second thought about it. Or maybe they just went to buy a car since it is a necessity, or maybe they buy it now since the bank will increase the interests rate on car loan soon. Seriously being to dependent on technology could cost you, and this is one good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there are ways to deal with it. To be not affected by the soaring fuel price, we need to go back to the old technologies before fuel consumed engines are born. Because let's face it, the fuel won't get any cheaper, and alternatives powered cars still has a long way to go. Even if they have it now, the price of the car can and will cost you an arm and a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after brainstorming for 5 minutes, thinking what kind of transportation that could take place of those petrol powered one. I present you the alternatives for transportation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/transportation/24-towncountrywagon.gif" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yep, the town country wagon. With spacious area inside and mobility ensured, this is a choice of all those housewives who enjoys shopping, This is the next Volvo wagons ladies and gentlemen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for all of you ghettos who would want to be caught dead driving this beauty, no fear, because I understand the your need to drive more muscled vehicle. So without further a-do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/transportation/32-all-terrain-steel-wood-wagon.gif" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I present you the all terrain steel wood wagon!!! this SUV is the next Humvee killar. It's fully customizable from top to bottom so you can start calling MTV to pimp this ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside of these vehicles is they are powered by gravity. So anyone who lives in flat land will have to figure out on how to get these babies moving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never fear people-who-lives-on-flat-land, because I have figured out a solution for your problem. I present you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/transportation/transportation2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A bull cart with boy-with-his-foot-stuck-on-the-wheel!! (boy with his foot stuck on the wheel is included, but the bulls aren't, so you'll have to find those yourself). This baby doesn't need any car insurance because if you had an accident and your bulls ends up dead, you can ask that bastard who ran to it to pay a handsome amount of money. Just count in how many times this bull can reproduce and whatever else that you can count about that are related to the bull. (Anyone who did hit a bull or cow in kampung should know how they process on how much you have to pay for it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly for those who already own a car and don't want it to end up as metal scrap in the garage, well you could always........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/transportation/taakka1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;use your pet to pull it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114118439199037627?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114118439199037627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114118439199037627&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114118439199037627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114118439199037627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/03/alternative-rides.html' title='Alternative rides...'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/transportation/th_24-towncountrywagon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114111294997337867</id><published>2006-02-28T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:49:09.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did someone pooped into the water source??</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you can consider your hands are clean after cleaning it with water that smell like shit? My hands sure don't feel like clean. I don't what happened to the water in Selangor, it seems that on the news, it says that excessive ammonia and mixing it with high level of chlorine is the reason that the water smell like &lt;span class="text"&gt;faeces&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway I'll be using company's water cooler to clean things, including my hands. Sure it either icy cold or burning hot, but at least my hand won't smell like I used it to wipe my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened actually? something died in the water source?Hhhhmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/dark_water.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark water anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better hope my apartment doesn't start to leak black colored water...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114111294997337867?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114111294997337867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114111294997337867&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114111294997337867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114111294997337867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/02/did-someone-pooped-into-water-source.html' title='did someone pooped into the water source??'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114100975656461405</id><published>2006-02-27T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T11:46:56.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>makai ah?? malai kai??</title><content type='html'>soo..... something happened last saturday. Well it's nothing big but still it's weird and it violated me as a person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't get raped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was halfday work ...erm.. day, and after work I was on my usual rutine. Went to S &amp; M shopping complex (the one opposite petaling street), picked up some books, check on some new arrival of PS2 games (yeah I know, geek at work!) and had my favourite ngao chap mee at the little ngao chap shop around there. (Simply delicious. I think I'm addicted to it now. I've been there for my saturday fix for over a year now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that I went home. On the way home, I saw my housemate Hadibi wandering outside. Found out the he's on a quest to search for nice meal (omg, did I say quest? totally geeky moment there) since the place where we live is not really Islam friendly area and I went along with him. We decided to go to Ikano (at the very last minute) and took the free feeder bus there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we were on the bus, my phone rang and I look at the screen. It's a number that I don't know of. Figure that it would be another of those people who 'misdailed', I answered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kenny : Harlow?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;?? : malai kai? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kenny : ..... huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;?? : ... malai kai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kenny : .. (why the hell is this guy speaking african here?)... what? who's this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;?? : hello, malai kai? nei oi ng moi malai kai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kenny : ???? .... !!!!  what the fuck?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hadibi : *looks at me and admiring my unsual expression* who was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kenny : .. a bloody pimp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hadibi : you're serious? what did he say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kenny : He offered me a Malay prostitute! what the fuck, how did he get my number anyway??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hadibi : Ahahahahhaa... weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how prostitution do their business but since when they start using telemarketing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to react to that. But since I'm such a nice guy here, I decided to promote this pimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone who wants a malay prostitute (or just inform the cops there's a pimp telemarketing ), here's his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;012 - 2666223&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ... that's 012 - malai kai sex sex sex, 012 - malai kai sex sex sex.. call now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*seriously I'm not making this up. That number is for real* but if it was one of my friend trying a prank call, well too bad you didn't call me back to tell me that. Now your number is on the internet now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114100975656461405?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114100975656461405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114100975656461405&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114100975656461405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114100975656461405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/02/makai-ah-malai-kai.html' title='makai ah?? malai kai??'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114083587158464130</id><published>2006-02-25T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:19:14.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why haven't anyone told me that....</title><content type='html'>When people compliment on you, they are just being sacarstic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy who compliment on you, and he's really genuine about it, is gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;announcing that you are okay with gays means that you are open for those kind of relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a girl tells you to buzz off, she's just testing you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a girl tells you to buzz off and you thought that she's just testing you but really she just want you to buzz off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a girl stalking you is not as cool as you thought it would be? it's just plain freaky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peanut butter and jam sandwich taste great but after eating it for 4 days in a row makes you sick of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bringing along handphone with you when you are shitting would caused you to end up in awkward situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking in the middle of the rain makes people look at you as stupid eventhough there's no point of running anymore since every part of you are already wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the reason they look at you that way is that because you are wearing white t-shirt that shows your nipples when it's wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fine when people make fun of your misery but when you make fun of theirs, you are a insensitive anal hole jerk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying "Well, who's gonna pay me RM 10 that he owes me now?..." is a no-no in funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls dislike men talking about sex among themselves where the fact is they talk about sex more than men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people just don't know how to enjoy a movie anymore? they just keep on looking for flaws and graphical glitches in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I was one of the people stated above sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one who thinks hannibal 'the canibal' lecter (silence of the lamb) is one hell of a cool character that got class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this weird habit of eating the things that I don't like 1st, mostly vegetables, and leave my most favourite, mostly meat at the end of the meal. Only to savour them after I finished every else on the plate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I thought wrong when I thought birds float when they die, just like fishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erection is not a toy (eventhough you can play with it) when I was little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during sex, some of the things that you thought are gross at first, can turn you on sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scratching your nipples in public, eventhough it's really itchy and you can't resist the urge of scratching, makes you looked like a sex maniac who loves himself too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are more funny as you are than when you are trying to be one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after falling down flat on the ground, when you jump up, close one of your eyes, holding up an invisible contact lens and say "I found my lens!" doesn't really cover the fact that you have tripped yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experiencing face hitting the lamp post is not as funny as watching it on tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114083587158464130?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114083587158464130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114083587158464130&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114083587158464130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114083587158464130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-havent-anyone-told-me-that.html' title='Why haven&apos;t anyone told me that....'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114067492106006367</id><published>2006-02-23T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T14:10:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more chicken rice?</title><content type='html'>Because of the recent bird flu outbreak in Malaysia, all of the chicken rice seller have to rely on alternative option of meat from different kind. After numerous discussion of what kind of meat to be used to substitute chicken, they have all decided to use.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/SELLCAT2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/SELLCAT2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cats, it tastes like chicken too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114067492106006367?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114067492106006367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114067492106006367&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114067492106006367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114067492106006367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-more-chicken-rice.html' title='No more chicken rice?'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114057481015262728</id><published>2006-02-22T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T10:26:37.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't bring handphone along to the toilet</title><content type='html'>There is one advice that I want to give to you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do Not Bring Your Hand Phone Along When You Are About To Do A Business In The Toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, and I advice it strongly not because of fearing it would drop into the bowl of brownies. I advice it because it would cause an awkward and weird situation sometimes. This is what I experienced few months ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the toilet doing 'business', you know, investing.. bombing... those business la.. just as I was squatting down (yep, my office's toilet are those squatting down type. I guess it's one of my boss's plot to prevent us from sleeping in the toilet) , my bowel getting ready to excrete dinner from last night, suddenly I felt a vibration in my pants, I ignored it for a while but it kept on vibrating.. i was losing my concentration, so I have to answer it... it was a call from a girl in Singapore. Let's call her J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;J : Hey, why did it take you sooo long to answer the call ah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny : EEeerr, listen this is not an appropriate time to talk okay? give me 10 minutes and I'll call you back later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;J : Don't you dare hanging up on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : but but but... I'm trying to do my "business" here... -____-""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;J : Har? I never heard of you having your own business one? Hey, don't try to lie to me lah! you think I'm stupid issit? And why are you whispering there? I can hardly hear you, talk louder lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : Haiya, you are stupid lah okay? don't you understand me? I said I'm doing 'business'... as in pooping la.. as in I'm shitting!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;J : !!! ( and I can hear her laughing out loud in the background) , bwahahahhaha... ohh man... no wonder I can hear something splashing in the water on the other side of the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : How can you hear that har? the shit never came out of me. It went right back in when you continously calling me for freaking five minutes okay?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;J : !!!! ( she laugh even louder than before, I can imagine her rolling on the floor right now ) hahahhaha, hehehe.. heerrrr... oh my god, ohhh... tears of joy.. you crack me up Kenny.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : Yeah yeah, and you are disturbing me. Go away.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;J : hahhahaha okay la, okay la.. call me back when your shit decided to come out from that cave of yours.. hahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : -____-""  Everyone's a comedian now... bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right after that I couldn't continue on, I have to wait for another few hours before I go in the toilet again. And this time I made sure that the handphone is safely inside my drawer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114057481015262728?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114057481015262728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114057481015262728&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114057481015262728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114057481015262728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-bring-handphone-along-to-toilet.html' title='Don&apos;t bring handphone along to the toilet'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114049141497248329</id><published>2006-02-21T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T11:42:38.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know what rocks?</title><content type='html'>Having a grandma who is a &lt;a href="http://oghc.blogspot.com/"&gt;hardcore gamer&lt;/a&gt;! because it's one thing hearing a youngster cursing at the tv, it's another to hear a grandma doing the same thing. Freaking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, make sure you watch this &lt;a href="http://oghc.blogspot.com/2005/08/video-9-grandma-encounters-mature.html"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; of her playing god of war. During the scene where he screw two greek women. Freaking hillarious!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114049141497248329?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114049141497248329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114049141497248329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114049141497248329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114049141497248329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-what-rocks.html' title='you know what rocks?'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114014269400983583</id><published>2006-02-17T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T16:53:48.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to explain where babies come from....</title><content type='html'>Well you know that kids are one of the most curious creature in the world. (well, maybe not, I wouldn't know. I don't have kids of my own. I was a kid before but that was ages ago... I don't remember well of the past, maybe mostly because something fell and hit my head and caused me a slight amnesia. But i wouldn't know if that happened because if it did, I might have forgotten about it.. O_O). Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, sooner or later they gonna ask the big 'kahuna' question, the question that would bring fears to parents (or maybe not, I wouldn't know because I'm not a parent myself, but if I am, I would be very afraid). Question like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Daddy, Johnny from my class told me about where babies came from. He said that a seagull deliver the babies to parent's house but I don't really believe him. Where do we come from daddy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have a little fun by saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Well honey, your mummy and I pick you up at the RM 2 shop because they were selling babies at a cheap price and we couldn't get ourselves puppy because daddy is allergic to them" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that would cost you a divorce suit or maybe just end up sleeping outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Well you see, your mummy have eggs inside her.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Like chicken egg?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"No, smaller"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Like robin's egg?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"No, much much smaller.. anyway mummy has eggs and daddy gives her his... errr... let's start all over again. There's this papa bear and mama bear, and mama bear have a baby inside her.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"So I came from bear's tummy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"No, but if you were a bear, you would have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"So I'm a bear?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"No honey, you're a little girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"So where did I come from daddy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"from your mummy's tummy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"How did I get there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Well.... errr daddy gave your mummy a special sauce"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"like the one in McDonald's?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"err... well .. yes.. something like that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"how do daddy give mummy this sauce? put it in the hamburger?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"well, you can say that.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Oh, I like McDonald's hamburger. Good night daddy.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Good night honey... phew~~~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should just let your wife handle it... or let her watch adult films...&lt;br /&gt;or just show her Shiryen's &lt;a href="http://shiryen.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-gate-crasher.html#links"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... the wonder of modern media~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114014269400983583?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114014269400983583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114014269400983583&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114014269400983583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114014269400983583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-to-explain-where-babies-come-from.html' title='how to explain where babies come from....'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-114006939579419395</id><published>2006-02-16T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:00:35.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 299px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/ball.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the girls get to know how it feel like to be a boy in sex education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-114006939579419395?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/114006939579419395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=114006939579419395&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114006939579419395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/114006939579419395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-girls-get-to-know-how-it-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113998138760964218</id><published>2006-02-15T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T13:29:47.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony at its best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/weird.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They are clearly contradicting themselves, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I don't think the logo and the line they use don't mix well together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113998138760964218?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113998138760964218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113998138760964218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113998138760964218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113998138760964218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/02/irony-at-its-best.html' title='Irony at its best'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113988608104471829</id><published>2006-02-14T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:13:29.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's history</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth, I don't believe in spending extra effort and money just for the particular day to prove your undying love to your other half. I mean it was meant to remember a dead guy's sacrifice in uniting lovers right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people who celebrates Valentine's day know the history behind this romantic day of the year? Not really? well let me brief a little of the history for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's celebration originated in 5th Century Rome as a tribute to Saint Valentine, a Catholic bishop. Romans actually practiced a pagan celebration in mid-February in the name of one of their god, Lupercus. And in this celebration, they came up with something like a lottery. Meaning young single girls would write their name on a piece of paper and put it in a box. The guys (lucky bastards) would later draw names from the box and whoever they've pick would become their sex companion for the whole year. Most of them would eventually become husband and wife. To those who are not satisfied with the their 'partner', they can join in next year to search for the "right other half".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those days, emperor Claudius wanted to build a powerful army of his own. So he decided that young men that are not married yet must join the army and in order to get more of them, he banned marriage all together. (sneaky little fox). This of course made alot of those lovers upset with the decision. That is when Saint Valentine into light. He help those poor couple by secretly marries whoever came to him.The emperor eventually found out about Saint Valentine and at first tried to convert him to paganism, but when the plan fails, he stone and behead Saint Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, well, there are some more myths around it but I'm too lazy to talk about it. But I reckon you guys are too lazy to know about it too. But it does show that nowadays, Valentine's day are celebrated far from what it was meant to be. It became the victim of those who wants to extort extra money from that special day. So take a moment to think what it suppose to mean before you guys go to those expensive restaurant, ordering (extra) expensive dinner and wine. Buying expensive flowers and gifts for each other just because everyone else are doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course this came from a guy who doesn't have a date for Valentine. So if you feel that my post for today is full of bull, you can ignore it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113988608104471829?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113988608104471829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113988608104471829&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113988608104471829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113988608104471829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-history.html' title='Valentine&apos;s history'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113981011106538334</id><published>2006-02-13T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T13:55:11.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when I finally get to log in......</title><content type='html'>I'm too busy to post anything...... later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113981011106538334?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113981011106538334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113981011106538334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113981011106538334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113981011106538334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-when-i-finally-get-to-log-in.html' title='Just when I finally get to log in......'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113946470944922098</id><published>2006-02-09T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:54:49.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are kids really that naive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/kidssex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think kids nowadays are that naive anymore..Back in my day, boys don't really pay much attention to girls at school. Plus my school is all-boys school and all-girl school is on the other side. So we're pretty much contained playing among ourselves (not in sex term la of course, please keep a healthy mind!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't talk about how we get into some girl's pants, we don't explore our own sexuality during primary school. All we care about are those shiny dragonball Z cards, what happened on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle last night and how to unlock that secret character 'shen long' in the original street fighter 2 arcade game. Only to found out that it was a stupid April Fool's hoax published by that stupid Hong Kong Street Fighter 2 comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No we don't occupy our mind with sex, well we are curious about it, but we don't really care much about it. My 1st discovery was when I'm still 9 years old, my brother took out porn from dad's closet and play it when I was alone with him. I was so disgusted when I first watching it, thinking on how in the world would that guy still can kiss that woman's lips after she suck on his lolipop. And was curious on what came out from that guy's gun of love. I mean during that time, all I know that the liquid that comes out from there are either in yellow or sometime clear coloured. I didn't know that it can produce creamy white too.Would have asked my parents about it but after a stern warning from my brother (I'm quite fear my brother at that time), I didn't do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But kids I see now have started on dating even when they are still in primary school. Even my nephew occasionally talks about how he enjoy the attention he get from a girl who's in his nursery school. That boy could grow up being casanova I tell you. I don't know should I be proud about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even overheard some 10 years old kid talked about sex with his friend in the park. It was pretty confusing and amusing to hear those kids talked like an adult who has years of experience in sex. They seem to grow up faster than they are intended to. Gone are days when there are boys against girls. Boys who ganging up to annoy girls just for fun. Now little boys seem to like to please little girls (not in that way!). They hold hands, and they even kissed. I don't want to know if some of them have gone beyond kissing. That would be scary if kids starting to have sex at the age of ten.O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I finds that parents are to blame about this. You know that some of the parents find it cute to see their son kiss on their friend's daughter? Instead of whacking the son's head and scold the daughter for being so open. They go " AAaaawww, how cute!!" and takes a picture of that kodak moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I do find it weird to see that.Anyway, all I want to say is, kids grow up faster than their age nowadays. They are not that naive as we are when we were at their age&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113946470944922098?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113946470944922098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113946470944922098&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113946470944922098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113946470944922098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/02/are-kids-really-that-naive.html' title='Are kids really that naive?'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113927839592928066</id><published>2006-02-07T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:00:40.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gongxi/cny51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Pardon for the late entry, I tried to log in blogger since yesterday and now I have to resolve on blogging in using photobucket instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week of holidays was great! I love every minute of it... well, almost every minute. You see there's this one girl that 'let go of airplane' on me the last minute when I call to tell her that I'm coming to pick her up. Maybe she's shy, maybe she's afraid, maybe she have just got a huge zit and don't want me to know about it, or maybe she know about my blog and read that I'm planning to get laid..... O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that I've learn during my stay in my hometown for a week in random order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gongxi/cny3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I've learn t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;hat I don't have a room of my own in my house. They have changed it into a storeroom and all I get is a matress, few pillows and a smiley face in my 'room'... oh ya, not to forget all those junks to accompany me sleeping..  you don't get this kind of hospitality anywhere I'm telling you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gongxi/cny29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;It's a 5 stars rating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 310px" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gongxi/cny5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My cousin again invite eight lions to dance in front of his parent's house.. They give one hell of a performance and I was impressed with their skills, the lions really looked alive and they are very energetic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 536px" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gongxi/cny10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;They really gave one hell of a show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 456px; HEIGHT: 342px" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gongxi/cny15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Crouching tiger, leaping lion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gongxi/cny46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Scotch + Sprite/7 up = bloody tasty beverage at KK's new club Cocoon.... especially when you don't have to pay for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gongxi/cny47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;a combination of vodca and some other hard liqiour that I forgot what it is prove to be too much for me. I've been drunk for few continous nights when I hang out with my ex-colleague and friends. Those guys are crazy, they drink alcohol like drinking water.. but at least they are fun to hang out with and they are what you see they are.. great bunch of buddies.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gongxi/cny44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I've been politely asked to flash myself on random people after I use the toilet at Centre Point Sabah. I was tempted to but alas I didn't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gongxi/cny36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'm not the only banana in the family anymore. This is my cousin Samson, he speaks only english and even my nephew's older than him... I wonder how does it feel to call someone younger than you uncle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gongxi/cny42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My nephew still look the same but oh boy is he naughty. He gets on my nerve sometime but I love him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gongxi/cny38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My second nephew is nicknamed (by me of course) 'kai chai' since my sister gave birth to him after right she watched chicken little at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, her water broke after the movie ends... Lucky she wasn't watching King Kong that time or else I would have to call my little nephew 'dai sing sing'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gongxi/cny53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My mum is wilder than me and my brother combined. She goes karaoke and sometime disco till 3 am almost everynight and it has been going on for a year now. I'll make sure that I don't bump with her when I go out clubbing with my friends, it happened once and my mum is a legend among my college friends now. Go on laughing my friend, it won't be funny anymore if it happens to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113927839592928066?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113927839592928066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113927839592928066&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113927839592928066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113927839592928066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-back.html' title='Me back!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gongxi/th_cny51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113832736167071693</id><published>2006-01-27T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T10:08:38.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week planned for CNY</title><content type='html'>After waiting for a year, its time to go back to my hometown!! woot~!..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you will be thinking that "cher! What so good about hometown? KK's life is as not robust as KL's one.. " But to me, its a big deal. Call me a family man or mummy's boy. But I can't wait to go back there to meet my family, my nephews and good ol' KK city!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole week planned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/CNY/work.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  1st, work for half day today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/CNY/airasia.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  then, fly back to KK, meet my family tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/CNY/angpao.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not to forget of course, rake as much hung pao as I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/CNY/alcohol.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after that,reunion with my old buddies.. hello friends.. I missed you all!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/CNY/YamSeng.jpg" jpg="" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yam seng with my ex-colleagues and actual friends and drink myself silly(I don't know those people in the picture, stole it from somewhere.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/CNY/18GXP03L.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meeting some girls and getting laid (I wish!)p.s. not gonna dye my hair pink... besides, that's not the point of this picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/CNY/YamSeng.jpg" jpg="" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drink some more before I go back to KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/CNY/angpao.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;count on how much I get from my hung pao's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/CNY/Moneyflyingaway.gif" jpg="" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;count how much I lost... which will be alot since "the older you get, the less money you get from hung pao" rules..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/CNY/airasia.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bid my families and ol' buddies farewell and fly back to KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/CNY/ala.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and back to work... haih~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!! Gong Hei Fatt Choi!! Gong Xi Fa Chai!! Selamat Tahun Baru Cina!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kindly send me hung pao to cover my expenses ya? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113832736167071693?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113832736167071693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113832736167071693&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113832736167071693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113832736167071693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/week-planned-for-cny.html' title='A week planned for CNY'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/CNY/th_work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113817165102579028</id><published>2006-01-25T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:47:31.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doong doong chiang!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is only a joke, take it with a pinch of salt, if you are hurt by reading this in any way, then take the pinch of salt and rub it hard on your wound.. thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choi san tou!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I don't know if he ever visit me yet, I've been spending money faster than I earn lately. Pretty ironic that God of Prosperity are suppose to bring wealth to home but we've been spending alot to welcome him... Losing huge amount of our money instead of gaining more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At KK Sabah there, there's even one Choi San that go to houses 'asking' for hung pao. How ironic is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/lucky.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/lucky.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choi San were last spotted hanging around angmoh at kam san...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relaxing in his multi-million penthouse. He would occasionally visit chinese restaurants and laundry shops at china town to ask for hung pao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most of the Chinese there suspected that he is just asking to 'protection money' and work with some triad, but angmoh just treated him as an tourist attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/prosperitychicken.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rumour has it that Choi San Yee has sold some of his license to McD and came up with a burger that represent his wealth. Charging a set with RM 8.80 (as '8' represent wealth in chinese society) he has successfully trick people (including me.. sniff sniff) into thinking that eating it would bring prosperity to oneself when the reality is its just something that's similar to burger king's black pepper burger.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking only ar, don't be mad lar... I'm bored mah.. Don't feel like working when there's holiday around... I'll be on my flight back to KK this Saturday night for one week so probably won't be updating anytime soon. Not to say that I have alot of regular readers so I guess noone would miss me here. But just to inform whoever that have come across this blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go home. Mummy's cooking waiting for me there! woot!&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking of what to answer the 'ultimate' question that relatives would throw onto me whenever I'm home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to answer when they ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So... have girlfriend oledi or not??"   -___-.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113817165102579028?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113817165102579028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113817165102579028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113817165102579028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113817165102579028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/doong-doong-chiang.html' title='doong doong chiang!!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113798249415533247</id><published>2006-01-23T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:15:16.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short and simple 2...</title><content type='html'>Went to shop with Eric at Sungei Wang... going shopping with someone who doesn't have specific idea of what he wants is really not a good idea... but he manage to get a t-shirt (finally)... bought myself a RM19.90 t-shirt from radioactive and RM 40 shoes... thought I spent it well because its way below my budget, but buying two shirts for my dad otherwise prove to be pain in my wallet.... RM 119 to be exact.. even I never spent that much money on two shirts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those walking, cramping with so much people seem to be too much for me, and now I'm sick... in my office, typing this post while i sniffing in my snot and feel kinda light headed from the pills that I had just now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113798249415533247?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113798249415533247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113798249415533247&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113798249415533247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113798249415533247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/short-and-simple-2.html' title='short and simple 2...'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113772219291104950</id><published>2006-01-20T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:08:19.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thin line that guy didn't know exists...</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is what I've learn from reading an article (cough*woman'smagazine*cough cough!) and from asking a bunch of female friends that I've known of to clarify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, for centuries has treated the art of flirtship as part of the ritual in courtship. Men flirt so that in the end that if they succeed, they would found their own mate and ultimately go to the 'next' level of relationship *sex baby!!*. So they would naturally assume a woman who flirts back in any way would mean that the woman is indeed interested in him and he would likely get &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;into her pants&lt;/span&gt; her as his soulmate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a term woman use that most men didn't realize about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirtbuddy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As oppose to men's term of fuckbuddy.. As in a partner 'in crime' that offers pleasure with no strings attached, flirtbuddy is term woman used for someone who they flirts with just for fun. Meaning they have no intention of taking that kind of relationship further and the poor guy would ultimately wasting his time and effort on this particular woman if he thinks that he have any chance with her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, female that have committed herself to a relationship would play this kind of dangerous game. Because most of time they flirt with guys that know she have a boyfriend and wouldn't mind about it because naturally to guys, they would end up thinking that she is a perfect candidate for a fuckbuddy. Meaning she have a boyfriend to take care of her while all she want from the guys she flirts with are only pleasure. Half of it are true and the other of it are not as what as those guys think of. She does flirt for pleasure, but not in sex term. So don't mistakenly think that woman thinks like guys do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep in mind that&lt;br /&gt;guy's mind... pleasure = sex sex sex, orgasm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woman's mind... pleasure = cuddling, attention, care, deep-talk, fun, foreplay, the big-O, etc etc.... and .... sex. (if it's last long enough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the guys, please do becareful when you flirt with an attached female colleagues. Don't think that if she flirts back it will mean she will eventually dump her boyfriend to be with you (unless she's really into you and you know it) and be careful not to fall into those traps. Because for all I know, she only treat you as her flirtbuddy and nothing more. She's playing this game because she only want the attention from other men to prove to herself worth and still a desire of all male species beside her boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113772219291104950?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113772219291104950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113772219291104950&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113772219291104950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113772219291104950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/thin-line-that-guy-didnt-know-exists.html' title='The thin line that guy didn&apos;t know exists...'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113756508010159715</id><published>2006-01-18T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T14:18:00.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chrono trigger remake???!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OC9Rti6d-U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OC9Rti6d-U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for putting up another youtube clip but this is for my own reference only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a clip done by a huge fan of chrono trigger..&lt;br /&gt;squareenix should hire this guy and make a remake of this wonderful game!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;too bad instead they put a stop to this guy from remaking it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113756508010159715?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113756508010159715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113756508010159715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113756508010159715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113756508010159715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/chrono-trigger-remake.html' title='chrono trigger remake???!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113756366720865242</id><published>2006-01-18T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:54:27.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to play like that!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_7XtvQYAZ4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_7XtvQYAZ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, I wish I can play like her... time to dust off my guitar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113756366720865242?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113756366720865242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113756366720865242&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113756366720865242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113756366720865242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-want-to-play-like-that.html' title='I want to play like that!!!!!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113756288868588611</id><published>2006-01-18T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:42:47.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have the passion gone to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/catinsuit.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been so long since I draw anything..... I'm starting to feel that I'm losing my touch. It's not that I'm losing interest in it or anything. In fact I'm planning to animate once I get a computer and maybe learn a bit of flash. But whenever I grab paper and pencil, my mind rebels and I can't think of anything to draw.. and even if I did have something to draw, it usually stopped halfway because of my limitation of drawing skills. I can't copy the exact image in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hanging around with a bunch of friends that all of them can draw, and I mean really really well. (well, they are a bunch of animators and illustrators). Is really discouraging me to draw. I can't help but to compare mine and theirs, and doing that always resulting me feeling bad and blaming myself for not improving my drawing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find the passion to draw again? I certainly hope so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113756288868588611?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113756288868588611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113756288868588611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113756288868588611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113756288868588611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/where-have-passion-gone-to.html' title='Where have the passion gone to?'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113739374868149677</id><published>2006-01-16T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T14:42:28.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson trip was great</title><content type='html'>Although the girl that I asked to go with me declined to do so, it was still one of the best trip I had these past years staying in PJ. I should do it more often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the girl a week before the trip, let's just call her J, she is another Sabahan that I knew through a friend and we talked alot the first time we met. She's working at putrajaya now so it is hard to continue getting in touch with her because for one, she's bloody hardworking, freakinly hardworking that she worked until 10 pm every weekday and saturday. And two, she goes to church every sunday. Finally the last reason that we couldn't get in touch more often is that I don't like to talk on the phone (I'm more into sms'es) and she prefer to talk than sms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;kenny : hello, I wanna know if the person answering this call is J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;J : hahaha, yes it is me, and in case you are wondering, I am still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : that's good to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;J : okay, you don't usually call me so it must be something important. So what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : -___-... I had to call, because you never reply my sms'es. Plus can't I call you when I misses you meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;J : hahaha, its very unlikely that you'll miss me. You have alot of girlfriends around, where got time to miss me one?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(I don't know why EVERY girl I known think of me like that, I'm still single dammit, why the hell do you girls want to keep me from committing to a relationship?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : I'm still single lar... why do you say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;J : cher, if you're still single, then who are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : Still waiting for you la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;J : hahahhaa, true or not? what did you ate? the mouth so sweet one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : I'm being truthful okay? anyway that's not the reason I call you. I wanna ask you if you have anything to do this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;J : me ah? hmm..  I gotta work on saturday the whole day. What do you want to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : oh my colleagues and I are planning to go to PD this weekend, and they ask me if I want to bring anyone with me. So do you want to go or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;J : OOooh, so you couldn't find anyone and then thought of me la, who am I? you're last resort ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : Where got? you're the first person I ask le &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(which is seriously true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;J : hahaha, don't lie lar. You playboy type always have one ugly girl as a last resort one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : Huh?? I am a playboy meh? I don't flirt much you know? (which is partially true). So you wanna go or not? we're staying there for one night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;J : wah? staying for one night? like that cannot la, I have to work on saturday until night and I have to go to church on sunday.. plus I'm afraid of you mah hahahhaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : Afraid of me? afraid for what? I'm not a big gorilla... (dai sing sing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;J : Hahahahhahaha! Sorry la but cannot ler..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : Come on la, we're gonna have a great time there.. hehehe ( I don't why I start to grin and giggle like a pervert at this point)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;J : hahahhaa, really cannot ler....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : -____-lll okay lor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at some point, I really scare her shitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the trip was great dispite I was without J to accompany me there. I have 'made some friends' with the children at the resort when we were at the pool. Actually maybe it's just me that thought that we were being friendly, I think the kids think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Ermm, I think maybe they don't enjoy being tossed into the pool when we were 'playing' on the floating platform there. Because after I thrown all of them into the pool (there were five of them), they climb back up and ganged up on me... but boy did we have good laugh over it.. I hope.... O_O&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues find it weird to see the oldest one in the group play around with a bunch of 9-10 year old kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a teenage girl (quite good looking) slip and fell into the pool byherself, I don't think she will ever go out again after being laughed by me. I don't know why that hit my funny bone, but I was laughing so hard it hurts. The girl was nowhere in sight after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we have one of the nicest steamboat I ever had, maybe its because beers and pork were included. We start eating at 8 pm, stopped at 10 pm and walk along the shores, looking and listening for some bush-action there (I heard that there are alot of couple doing their 'thing' in the bushes. So I thought it would be funny if I scared the shit out of them while they're doing it, why do I find it funny? I don't know why so stop asking me) and continue on the steamboat session until 1 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 1pm and saw Eric walking out of the apartment (we live in different block). He asked me if I wanna have lunch with him, Ayon and Ed. So I got back to my apartment, threw my bad into my room and went to have lunch with them. Eric was going to gym later on to have his weekend warrior work out and the couple Ayon and Ed planned to go to One Utama later on, so I tagged along with the couple. (yes, I know. I'm so kacau daun). We bought some clothes for CNY and now I still have shoes to buy yet. Planning to go Sungei Wang this weekend to look for it. Anyone know where to find cheap good shoes? Go with me this weekend and show me where, and I'll treat you lunch. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113739374868149677?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113739374868149677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113739374868149677&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113739374868149677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113739374868149677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/port-dickson-trip-was-great.html' title='Port Dickson trip was great'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113720549711651490</id><published>2006-01-14T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T10:24:57.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and simple</title><content type='html'>today I found out that I went to work with my jeans unzipped...  only to realised about it after I sat down on my chair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-lll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to PD later.. chiao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113720549711651490?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113720549711651490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113720549711651490&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113720549711651490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113720549711651490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/short-and-simple.html' title='Short and simple'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113703403451615731</id><published>2006-01-12T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:25:32.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirting rules</title><content type='html'>Everyone must have found out that there is at least one guy or girl in their circle of friends that are so flirty, they can whip out a conversation with strangers (of opposite gender) with a snap of finger and get a good feedback instead of getting slap and insulted. Where the fact that you are afraid of getting rejected and ridiculed has successfully rooted you in the bachelor category. You want to know the secret in their success..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let me tell you what one of the secret is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not to be afraid of failure and just do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st step that you have to take is to take a deep breath, approach the person and start a conversation. It doesn't have to a pick up line. For all I know no matter how cool a guy think his pick up line is, he will never get the girl to fall for him just because of that line, especially if the girl finds him annoying. So scrap that.. just use a normal opening line that doesn't start with " are you tired?....", "how much does it cost for you to sleep with me?" or anything like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find an object that's around her (preferably something that she's holding and the one that she owns) and make a question out of it. (If you're gonna ask "does that dildo you are holding do a great job satisfying you?", you should get out of there before the cops come, you peeping tom!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you don't look tensed and stiff, calm down and try the best to look natural. DO NOT SHOW YOUR LACK OF CONFIDENCE to her, you may think it's cute being like that but alot of girls don't find men like that attractive. CONFIDENCE is the new sexy, repeat after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFIDENCE is the new sexy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.. let's continue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are several ways to start a conversation with someone, one of them would include your friends... let me think of an example.. hmmm... let me see.. ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last Tuesday I accompanied my friend to a gym that he applied but wanted to terminate his membership. There are receptionists there and of course I found some of them that are cute. So in order for me to start a conversation with them, I used my friend as an ice breaker.. (this is not really a good way to use because you maybe will upset your friend but it really works well.. ). You see when this receptionist asked my friend why did he want to close his account there, I sneakily butt in and told her that my friend said to me that he didn't find anyone attractive enough to motivate him from keep on going to the gym. She in turn answered to me that aren't the receptionists there attractive enough? and thus I get to continue on having a conversation with her... until one my other friend spoil it all and I have to stop there... but I guess I can go back there and continue on the conversation if I wanted to but I guess that they just want me to sign in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my friend didn't manage to terminate his membership but instead applied for another package because he got ' persuaded ' by one of the girls there... hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay once you got a respond from her and feel that she's into having a conversation, it means that you're in the game, well done on the 1st move. But remember that it doesn't mean that you won't be kicked out of the game. So you'll need to keep the conversation going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, make sure that you keep at a safe distance.. not too close that she'll feel uncomfortable (because you are a stranger to her at this point) but not too far because you want to show her that you are interested in her. How do you know when you have to stop at a certain distance? Notice her body language, if she's starting to shift her body away from you, she doesn't feel comfortable looking at you in the eyes anymore, fold her arms.. something like that.. if you finds out that, step away abit and continue on the conversation. When she's comfortable with you, you two will get closer eventually.. so don't push it and let things fall into place themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, a tip. If you met her in a crowded and noisy place, don't shout out.. lower your voice abit so she'll have to lean over to you to listen to what you have to say... that sometimes work.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several points that you have to keep in mind when having a conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep a positive conversation, so that you won't leave her with an impression that you are one depressed, loser and whiner. So keep your sad sob sob story to yourself until the time when you are more closer to her... so deep personal thing is a no-no subject in having a conversation with someone you barely know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that everyone , no matter what they told you they feel about it, likes to be complimented. So compliment her away. But keep it brief and general... don't explain it unless she ask you too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop looking at her boobs and listen to what she is saying for once.. try to turn whatever she said into a open-ended question, this will show that you aren't just interested into getting in her panties but that you truly interested in her as a person. Oh, you can sneak a peek once in a while so that you won't fall asleep while you listen to her yap.. and remember to get her to ask you questions too, because if she didn't ask you, it will only mean that she only want someone to listen to her yapping, thus she is not interested in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you get her to talk to you.. you two are friends now!!  whooppie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that getting rejected does not mean it's the end of world, sure your friends might laugh at you if they found out about it but they will worship you once you get the thing right. Just keep on practicing and eventually you will find someone that are equally interested in you as you are with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me as someone who get whoever he wants. My number of rejections are more than success but hey, at least I can break that ice... can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113703403451615731?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113703403451615731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113703403451615731&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113703403451615731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113703403451615731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/flirting-rules.html' title='Flirting rules'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113696311244967346</id><published>2006-01-11T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T15:29:03.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year is coming!!</title><content type='html'>And I still haven't got my bonus yet! T__T.. So I have to be careful on what I spent my money on... which is a shitty thing to do... because I can't control myself from buying unuseful magazines and addictive comic book. But I shall redeem myself from buying any comics anymore!!! right after I get my hand on One Piece, Death Note, Naruto, JoJo's bizarre adventure, FHM, STUFF, KLUE, MOBILE WORLD... etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-lll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T HELP IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself as lucky because I'm not addicted to novels, well I do love to read it (those thriller ones, not those jiwang so romantic-that-i-will-stab-my-eyes-with-my-thumb-until-it-bleed-&lt;br /&gt;the-eye-juices-out) whenever I can borrow it from my housemate (without asking 1st) because novels are damn expensive lar.. die lar if I add novels into my to-buy list every month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I don't have that much budget to buy new clothes for my Chinese New Year celebration, plus I'm going to PD with my colleagues this week, so I guess I'll be only buying a shirt, a pants, and shoes (cough*cheap*cough) for this year and using back to my a-year-old-torned-up-but-still-comfortable-lucky-underwear (&gt;__&lt;). God, I'm so poor... where's Choi San Yeah when you need him??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that I get the bonus at least a week before Chinese New Year so I can bring some things back to hometown. Maybe I should get a girlfriend before this end of the month so I don't have to sit through those CSI question when I reach home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all those who are singles and chinese will know how it feel to be questioned "So, do you have girlfriend?" over and over and over by every single person that you know of.... and being 25 now is not helping the issue at all. But on the bright side, at least you get a little variety in the question.. "So... 25 liao... still got no girlfriend ar??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O.... =___=" ... .-___-"" sigh~~~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be taking all my annual leaves on Chinese New Year this year like the last time because let's face it, spending two weeks rotting at home because your friends start working before you do really suck ass. I had my taste of it before so no more thank you. I think my parents don't want to relive the days when I was unemployed for 2 months after I get my diploma. Having a couch potato that is like a blackhole that suck your gorceries dry are not a nice thing at all... even I hate myself for being one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I wonder if my nephews will hug me if he finds out that I didn't get him a present?.... sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an adult is no fun at all kids, I'll be holding that thought of growing up faster if I were you, you guys should enjoy the life where you don't have to earn your own money while you can, sure you think that you can finally buy stuffs that your parents won't yourself, but you won't have enough money to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE AND USE YOUR PARENT'S MONEY WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look at the time... I should go to work now and prepare myself for some girlfriend hunting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113696311244967346?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113696311244967346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113696311244967346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113696311244967346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113696311244967346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year-is-coming.html' title='Chinese New Year is coming!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113677171063317818</id><published>2006-01-09T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T09:55:10.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy bourthday to me~~~~</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to One Utama with two of my friends looking for some chinese new year clothes... but alas only one of them manage to find what he like... the other two of us planned to go to sungei wang to look for more radical clothing next week.. and after that we go to eat ikan bakar at Petaling Street (chee cheong gai) there. Who wanna join us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric wanna search for punk look, and I just want to make my mum go "what the uck?!" when I get back to KK for Chinese New Year. (yeah I like to suprise my family liddat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, all of you (well those who are in the same era as mine lar) must have seen baywatch right? I bet you guys haven't seen a real life baywatch in the city one... I present you carparkwatch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/baywatch2.jpg" alt="Image" hosted="" com="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that is the lifeguard post there.. not kidding ler....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/baywatch1.jpg" alt="Image" hosted="" com="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I saw david haslehoff there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. since I don't enough friends that know my birthday is today (I'm a sad guy liddat).. I'm just have to wish meself happy bourthday!!!!!! (sob sob, pathetic) oh, any of the people who are reading this better make sure you wish me a happy birthday or else... &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to send me presents!! (if you don't know my address its ok, give me yours and i'll be there to pick it up! wahahahhaah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/bdayboy.jpg" alt="Image" hosted="" com="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing much changed.. still good looking if i might say so myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/stud.jpg" alt="Image" hosted="" com="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bought meself a stud for me bourthday... (yes, that's what happened when you don't have girlfriend to buy it for you..yes it is sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I reached the office, guess what I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/bday5.jpg" alt="Image" hosted="" com="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me colleagues bought me a pressie!!! sob sob so touched... (finally after all those painfully months of reminding them, it finally pays off! bwahahahaha!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/bday4.jpg" alt="Image" hosted="" com="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it's not ticking, so I guess its not a bomb...(unless if they use a digital clock, then I'm screwed..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/bday1.jpg" alt="Image" hosted="" com="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; happy face... sorta... more like perverted.. but being pervert is a happy thing.. (to me..? O_O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/bday3.jpg" alt="Image" hosted="" com="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohh.. a card... hmm.. i got a feeling that they are calling me a cow.. =___=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/bday2.jpg" alt="Image" hosted="" com="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh... its from the drafting department! thanks guys!!! now I'm gonna harrass the acounting department until they get me a pressie!! mwahahahahhaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113677171063317818?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113677171063317818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113677171063317818&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113677171063317818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113677171063317818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-bourthday-to-me.html' title='Happy bourthday to me~~~~'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113644468699271777</id><published>2006-01-05T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:06:41.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek's galore~~</title><content type='html'>On the last post I didn't get to put up 'normal' pictues of us gang... so now I present you the freak show!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/hny13.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric finally join us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/hny15.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C'mon Eric, you can at least smile a little...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/hny14.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There ya go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the eating session is done.. it's camwhoring time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/hny12.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/hny19.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awww Eric, show us your assets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/hny10.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/hny9.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what the hell are you doing Sandra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/hny7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the heck, just join in la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/hny5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie has ran out of Angels and have to make do with these freaks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/hny6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : come on, let's do this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenny : You guys suck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/hny4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of hornies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/hny8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HDB is Ed's slave sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/hny2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something's not right about this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/hny1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is more like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113644468699271777?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113644468699271777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113644468699271777&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113644468699271777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113644468699271777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/geeks-galore.html' title='Geek&apos;s galore~~'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/th_hny13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113634740200815802</id><published>2006-01-04T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:04:08.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great work Mr. Policeman!</title><content type='html'>Firstly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/spray.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;1st it's the nude ear-squat case, and now it's the arrestment at Paul's Place...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what they gonna do next to top those off. And judging by their effort. They can do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woowoowoo!! I'm rooting for you! suprise me more mr. policeman!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113634740200815802?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113634740200815802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113634740200815802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113634740200815802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113634740200815802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-work-mr-policeman.html' title='Great work Mr. Policeman!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113625591590056005</id><published>2006-01-03T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:50:37.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek's sorta party fest on new year's eve.. O_O</title><content type='html'>I had a blast on New Year's eve. Even tho' it wasn't those hardcore party and only two person were consuming alcohol (excluding me.. *shock!* I actually decline an offer of beer. O_O). It was still one of the best I had. Great company of friends does make all that difference. (seriously, I'm not being sarcastic here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The stuffs to start a eating frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The good looking bouncer that have to keep unwelcome guest (pesky fly&lt;-- yes just one. A HUMONGOUS ONE!!) at bay..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sandra aka Sandora aka Sandy aka the big sista! in our group and ED cleaning up and preparing the seafoods (seafoods &lt;-- heh~ in chinese-hakka it sounds like ass. Still tickle me funny bones everytime someone says they want to eat seafood. To me, they are just saying that they want to eat ass~)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW, they looked kinda like husband and wife... So loving... so weird... O_O mixed feeling... (I hate if someone i know is dating someone else that I know.. it feels like.. incest.. which is like.. ewwww~~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ed's cutting off some of his pube-opss seaweed for the steamboat. I don't know what is he so happy about so don't ask me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the arrival of two attention whores.. =P HDB with his I-went-bankrupt-and-my-life's-a-disaster look and his sister Acom with her gypsy look.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was supposed to help us prepare the steamboat but left us out to dry with excuses such as it's raining and we're too dressed up to help you guys. -___-lll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raymond.. who moves so much I can't take a decent picture of him..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny9.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Let the feast begin!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*didn't take any pics afterward because I was too busy stuffing myself. &gt;_&lt;* that picture above is actually from the cleaning up part pictures coz I didn't take any pictures of us starting the feast.. hehe? O_O (wah, so many picture mentioned in one line.. my England is no good) after all that chaos, comes the moment that every lazy ass (such as myself) would hate.. cleaning up.. &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny10.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; EEEuuurrggghhh... too full to move any muscle......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny11.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hire a gypsy maid now!! not only she cleans well, she dresses well too!! she even do a gypsy dance while cleaning up!!;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny12.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm doing my part of cleaning up...well not really, those are not my hand there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that.. we ate some dessert that the couple Ed and Ayon made for us.. ice-cream with cocktail fruits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny15.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ED : Better appreciate that ice-cream, it takes alot of effort to open up that can of cocktail-fruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ayon : Yeah, and it takes alot of effort to resist the temptation of the ice-cream too! MMMMmm... ice-cream~~ &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we did something that I never thought I do on New Year's Eve... NO, not a group sex... We played pictionary!!!!! &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny19.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Oh my gawd, how much geeky can we get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing is.. we actually enjoys it!! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our groups consists of comic artists, animators,a draftman and a... a.... errr... bookworm chef. But if you think that any of us drew good during the game, you are dead wrong. All of our drawing skill has reduced to the level of 5 year old kid. Which Acom approved of.. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? well take a look of this example.. drawn by a rising comic artist star Hadibi. Who draw for the comic magazine JOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny18.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In case you are still guessing what that is, that is a ranch my friend.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are some exceptionally good drawings that helped my team into victory. (They so lucky to have me in their team! =P). Behold, the picture of the champion's masterpiece!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/ny13.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah!! take that Picasso!!.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in case you are wondering what is that suppose to be.. it's a safety pin.. -__-lll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113625591590056005?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113625591590056005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113625591590056005&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113625591590056005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113625591590056005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2006/01/geeks-sorta-party-fest-on-new-years.html' title='Geek&apos;s sorta party fest on new year&apos;s eve.. O_O'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/new%20year/th_ny1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113590710863572043</id><published>2005-12-30T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T09:45:08.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution..</title><content type='html'>I know its the time of the year that every bloggers are tempted to relive the whole year, to wonder at they have achieved and what they have done wrong. Most of them will probably talked about what had happened in their life during the days of 2005 and start posting what new resolution they have for 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say Fark that, resolutions are nothing. Most of the resolutions made are impossible to accomplish , nor they will make an impact on your life if it does came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat kid (during new year's eve) "next year I will lose that extra pounds on me!! Yes I will do it!!"&lt;br /&gt;Fatter than before fat kid (during near the end of next year) found out that he's alot heavier than last year because he celebrated his success of diet the last time by going to all you can eat buffet and stuffed himself silly for the past few weeks.. "HMMMmm, I gained 10kg more than last year.. well, at least I did lose that extra pounds before I gained this. Well next year I will lose that extra weight!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a vicious cycle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113590710863572043?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113590710863572043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113590710863572043&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113590710863572043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113590710863572043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution..'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113575473131472635</id><published>2005-12-28T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T17:28:23.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning, do not read this in between meals!!</title><content type='html'>Seriously I am not kidding about this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are planning on diet and need the motivation to stop eating, then you are welcome to read this post and take a closer look to the wonder of sewerage world~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the last time I talked about when my colleagues went on to site visit without me. Today I have the opportunity to have a tour with others that haven't been there like me. We were to go there at 10am so that we'll be right in time for lunch after the tour finishes (another ingenious mind courtesy from my boss). I've said it before and I'll say it again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ewage treatment plant IS NOT A PLACE TO BE&lt;/span&gt; if you are planning to have a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I were not to disclose any secret from the company so I'll just post some important pics just to show you guys what I have seen before I went on to my lunch. But anyone who are interested in knowing how does a sewage treatment plant works are welcome to ask me questions and I'll try my best to answer them. (Who really want to know about it anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/stp/stp1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Can you see those &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;brownies&lt;/span&gt; on the floor there? Anyone who can guess what those are get ten points from me (in which those points doesn't mean anything at all anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/stp/stp7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;yep... more of them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;nasties&lt;/span&gt;!! Look closely and you can see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Mr. Hankey Poo&lt;/span&gt; from South Park there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot! what a place to be before your lunch!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113575473131472635?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113575473131472635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113575473131472635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113575473131472635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113575473131472635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/warning-do-not-read-this-in-between.html' title='Warning, do not read this in between meals!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/stp/th_stp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113564990670086469</id><published>2005-12-27T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:52:24.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I got for Christmas are these???</title><content type='html'>So me and my (hanging out) colleagues went for a Christmas eve's lunch @ gifts exchange (sorta like a) party on.. well... Christmas eve! after work. Yep, the boss won't let us take a break even if it was only a half day work.(It was Saturday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit worried if my colleagues wanted to cancel the lunch because they went to a site visit that day and trust me, it is not a place you want to visit before you eat. Sewage Treatment Plant is not a place to be at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was instructed to tag along but alas my boss with his ingenious mind suggested two from the drafting department have to stay back in case he wants us to draft a drawing. (Which we never did at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues decided that they want to share the view of the site and sent me some of pics they took there. (how considered of them!). Lucky for me, the resolution in handphone are not high so I can't figure what the picture is and thanks to recent technologies, handphone doesn't have smell 'o' rama so I can't have a whip of the air from the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after work we went to a steak house somewhere I don't really know of, and I forgot the name of the restaurant. (Yes I know I'm bad at being a journalist but hey, I'm not one lah ok?). Had lots of laughs, a hearty meal and took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/27dec05/xmaspic9.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;You know if someone's a truly camwhore when he/she ignore the person speaking to him/her just to pose in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So the clothes of the girl was like soooo yesterday and.... hey are you listening??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/27dec05/xmaspic6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelly and me. Can't think of anything to say about this pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/27dec05/xmaspic4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss 'Curry' Kuah and Kelly. Two of the most pretty girls in my workplace (which proves that my workplace doesn't really have pretty ones working in it. = [ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/27dec05/xmaspic3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They both begged me to take a picture with them because I'm so irresistible.... okay okay, it was the other way around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/27dec05/xmaspic2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thought I might have a chance to take the presents underneath the christmas tree but alas I realized that I'm doing it in public and the owner of the restaurant have begin to dial 999.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/27dec05/xmaspic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/27dec05/xmaspic1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo. Which is taken with shaky hand. (thank you shaky hand waiter!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged gifts after all that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky that Miss 'Curry' Kuah have a credit card in hand because we realized that none of us have enough cash in hand after that hearty meal. Or else we would all end up spending Christmas together in a cell. But if we really did, I would at last know how Martha Steward feel... hehehe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happily open up my christmas present after I got home to see what Miss 'Curry' bought. And my happy, grinning face quickly turn into "bleh" look when I peek inside the gifts wrapping.. What did I get for Christmas you ask?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/27dec05/gift1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It looked so promising from the outside. But inside is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/27dec05/gift2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A body shampoo with the body washy thingie?? What the hell??? I want a refund!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I was kidding, I love the present miss 'Curry'. Imagine me smelling fruity and nice, I bet a lot of girls would pounce on me the moment I step into the LRT. WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that my ass won't get harassed again like last time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh yeah, I got a great gift from Sandra. Thank you Sandy! she's truly an angel, bought us the gang a present each even though she knew that all of us are so kiam siap that we didn't bother to buy her one. We are so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry  that I forgot to take a picture and blog about it Sandy!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113564990670086469?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113564990670086469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113564990670086469&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113564990670086469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113564990670086469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-i-got-for-christmas-are-these.html' title='All I got for Christmas are these???'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/27dec05/th_xmaspic9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113539634366410930</id><published>2005-12-24T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T11:52:23.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas eve!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/SANTAHAT1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I'll be wearing this the whole day and tomorrow too. Why don't we all wear one today?!! woot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a present for exchanging gifts with my colleague. Anyone who got my present shall be declared as the most luckiest among all because I always buy teh pwned ass present!! woot. What is it you ask? well I don wanna tell!! but rest assured that it is not something that's disgusting. I was tempted to give that buy alas I manage to resist the devil inside me. Good shall triumph this time of year!  mwahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/GIFT2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/GIFT4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/GIFT1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I almost forgot all about it. So I wrapped the thing early in the morning today.. It was 5.30 am when I woke up suddenly and remembered that I didn't wrap the gift yet. Lucky I printed a tracing paper with "merry christmas!!" written on it yesterday or else I have to wrap it with just plain a4 paper, or newspaper, or just use that 7-11 plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry christmas everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113539634366410930?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113539634366410930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113539634366410930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113539634366410930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113539634366410930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-eve.html' title='christmas eve!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113531046300478902</id><published>2005-12-23T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T12:01:03.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chistmas is near!</title><content type='html'>AAaaaahhh.. Christmas is here! woot!! Or maybe I shouldn't say 'Christmas' since some people from another religion might get 'offended' by it... like saying that is a Christmas tree would get anyone who are not Christian to think "Those bastich Christian are so not considerate of other religion. Who cares if it is to celebrate Christ's birthday? It doesn't mean you can go say out loud Christmas!!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I'm not in United States, and I'm not even Christian. Pheww~~&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that Americans have too much free time in their hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not here to ramble about that now.. (since Kenny Sia have already did).&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is the season of giving, the season of receiving, the season of getting real drunk and getting laid, and to wake up tomorrow and be shocked to find out that the mate you have been humping on last night pee standing up. No, I haven't experienced that before. But don't you find it funny if your friend did have that 'pleasure'? It's not?... okay lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa must really hate sending gifts in Malaysia since well you know, our house doesn't have a chimney. The only way he could get in is through the windows or doors. Which could be proved as really dangerous because we could mistaken him as a buglar and beat the hell out of him when he got stucked on the window ( and he will, since he's a jolly big ol' chap to begin with, and the windows are so small for him to get through ). Imagine your dad, pulled out his metal bat, ran toward poor Santy who got stuck on the window and start swinging hard at him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa : "HO HO HO ... Hi there chap, can you kindly help m... hey , what are you doing with that bat? HO HO .. OOWW!! OOOuUUCCHH!! stop it, I'm santa!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy : "yeah, and I'm Batman!" *keep on swinging the bat at Santa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why Santa gave the responsibility to the parents to buy presents for their own children here. But parents are just humans, they tend to make mistake. So don't get angry at your parents when they bought you another T-shirts for the 15th times and not the PSP or PS3 that you keep on hinting them to buy. For god sake, standing in front of the plaything that you want and keep on staring at it while your parents try to drag you away from it won't make them buy it. So stop the foolishness and if you really want that thing, keep on stomping and cry as hard as you could while pointing at the girt you want while scream on top of your lung that you WANT THAT THING. If they give in and really bought the gift you want, e-mail me and tell me it works so I can use it on my parents, and if they hand you over to foster home well... it's you mistake for listening to me in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its lucky that Santa has stopped letting children sit on his lap, or else he might end up like Jacko. Since when such an innocent and cute practice that has been done for generations turn into as child's sexual harrasment? And stop wondering if Santa's getting a boner by just having children sit on his lap. It's not right. Unless you noticed that Santa's hip is in motion and his face is showing an orgasmic expression, He is not a child molester dammit, let him do his job peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is the time of the year that my surname will the heard all over the world. Sometime it annoys the heck out of me, but this time I'll let it slip. After all, it's a season to be jolly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO HO HO!! Kenny Ho want to wish all you out there Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113531046300478902?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113531046300478902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113531046300478902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113531046300478902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113531046300478902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/chistmas-is-near.html' title='Chistmas is near!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113513416211327360</id><published>2005-12-21T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:03:36.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something that I'm thinking right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Jimmy1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Jimmy2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometime find myself wondering how did the 1st guy find out that milk from cow is drinkable... If at 1st he tried it on a bull then how??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113513416211327360?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113513416211327360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113513416211327360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113513416211327360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113513416211327360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-something-that-im-thinking-right.html' title='Just something that I&apos;m thinking right now'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113505765649338554</id><published>2005-12-20T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:47:36.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas card for charity</title><content type='html'>I bought this few weeks ago and up until now I still don't know who should I give it to.... -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/xmasc1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I need to buy it in the 1st place. It's just I can't resist cute and pretty girl's charm. It's one of my weakness. And it's the weakness that almost always get me into deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I can lie to myself by saying that the reason I bought the card is for charity and all. I mean it was for the little kid's heart condition for christ sake. He need the money for operation dammit! For all we know that you can't even get submitted to a hospital unless you got at least RM5000 in your hand. So being such a nice guy, I can't just sit my ass and doing nothing for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was contradicting myself for buying that card from that girl. Because before I bought it, I was talking about on how people nowaday like to cheat money out of sympathy with my colleagues. So you can imagine the look they gave me when I forked out Rm10 for that card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...Just now who told us that we shouldn't trust those asking money for charity one har?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"But this is different what, she got the picture of the poor kid le, you dare not to help when you know that the kid's life depends on you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Just admit that the reason you bought the card is because the girl is cute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"hehehehe... at least I'm doing good at the same time.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/xmasc2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does worth Rm10 right guys? right??.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants this card? I really don't know what should I do with it... I mean it's just one card so I can't send it to everyone and ask them to share it. And I don't have that special someone that I want to give it to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113505765649338554?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113505765649338554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113505765649338554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113505765649338554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113505765649338554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-card-for-charity.html' title='Christmas card for charity'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113478596923067842</id><published>2005-12-17T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:50:54.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night..</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Harry Potter with the gang last night, (yeah, I know that movie is couple of weeks old. But its new if you haven't watch it yet. Apparantly Ed read my blog and the rest know how I felt when they went off watching Narnia without me (Sob sob). So there's alot of blaming and finger pointing on who's fault for not informing me. They're like a bunch of ministries in parliment, pushing the responsibility toward one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric got food poisoining last night but he insisted to join us. Looking at him puke beside the drain reminds me the night I drank 12 shots of tequila for the 1st time during the college day. Aahhh.. feeling nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;He does remind me of the little girl from exorcist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/17dec05/puke1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;well he's not lying down puking like her.... its more like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/17dec05/puke2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;or this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/17dec05/puke3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/17dec05/puke4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... anyway, you get the picture, it was bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(picures are from curtesy of http://www.filmwise.com/... okay okay, I just take the pics without their concern! Don't sue me, I got no money &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he didn't puke in the car. Or else the other five of us would join him. Huss the monkey boy didn't plan to go with us earlier because his relatives told him that they'll visiting him last night but at last stood him up, so he went along in hoping that he will be able to buy a ticket there. Which we all assured that there will alot of seats available since the movie has been aired for a couple of weeks. Boy were we wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reach there, there were three long lines of people, all wanting to watch movies and Harry Potter's tickets was at the sold out condition, meaning there is still couple of tickets left there. So Huss made a plan B to watch another movie if the tickets sold out. Which we all agree upon since he's the one with the car.. Luckily he manage to get a ticket, right behind us. So it's all good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is okay, the rest of the gang liked it except for Ed, who finds it boring... I think I saw Wee San drool a little when Harry Potter was half naked. (She's a big fan of Harry Potter... well, more to the actor actually. She doesn't read the book. But isn't the actor a tad too young for her? O_O).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i swear I saw two strains of hair on Harry's left nipple. =___=&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not that fetish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, its time to go home. It was 2 am and the mall is empty. So Huss and I took chance to do something that we (almost) wouldn't dare to do in public..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry about the horrible pic quality.. have to use handphone's camera since you know, I don't have a digital camera... If Santa's reading this, Kenny demand a digital camera now because he's been good the whole year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/17dec05/mov5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went for a ride with Ernie and Bert, I think bert's abit jealous of the sheer amount of attention that Ernie have thrown at me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/17dec05/mov3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fulfilled my childhood's dream of driving a train.. it was hard to fit inside though, I guess I've grown out of it.. hahaha get it? grown out of it?? hahhahaha.. hahaha.. haha.. ha.... okay, move along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/17dec05/mov4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huss don't want to miss out too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/17dec05/mov6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and he got stuck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/17dec05/mov1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pervert knows no boundaries..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/17dec05/mov2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what the hell is he doing there??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/17dec05/mov7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh... my... god.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113478596923067842?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113478596923067842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113478596923067842&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113478596923067842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113478596923067842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night..'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/17dec05/th_puke1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113444639386493667</id><published>2005-12-13T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:59:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how time has change</title><content type='html'>Today, my supervisor (a mother) asked me how much does a PSP costed, she've noticed that her nephew had bought one from Hong Kong and her 12 yr old son are pretty much smitten by that thing. (I would be too!). After telling her how much that thing costs (which should be less than RM1000 but no less that RM900 by now), with her mouth gapped wide open and her eyes buldging out she said " I guess I should just buy a playstation for him then ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Are you buying it as his christmas present or something? " I asked.&lt;br /&gt;" No la, it's just his UPSR was over and I promised him that I'd buy him a videogame as reward "&lt;br /&gt;" Wah, you people negotiate 1st for the reward? "&lt;br /&gt;"ya la.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids nowaday are so lucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my days, I dare not to ask for anything in return for good marks that i get from exam with my parents. It's just something that I thought was too much to ask after they give me good care for years. Well I don't actually come from a rich family to begin with. My parents owes several loan sharks back in the day when our restaurant went bankrupt and my dad got ripped off by his best friend. So we don't really have the moola to buy anything fancy and I never asked them for any present since then. But my super parents or shall I say supermum manage to put the family back into one piece and helped us get through the day (there isn't a day that I didn't thank god for her). The only toys that I would get during that time were toys from that Doraemon lookalike box called Ding Dang and much more expensive and have better biscuits than Ding Dang toy snack called TORA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I remember the 1st time I own my own videogame ( which is an outdated micro genius at that time, because others have been playing Sega Genesis or Super Nintendo for years already ). It wasn't really a good idea to buy it without consulting with my parents 1st. I've used my two years of ang pow moneys and my savings to buy that console and my parents wasn't really pleased with that. I got scolding of my life for one night after that and my parents almost sold off the micro genius to someone else. But fortunately for me, nobody want that outdated thing. So i get to keep it and made an agreement with my parents that I'd not play with it too much that it would affect my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now when I stroll along the mall, I'd see teenagers and sometimes little kids have those niffty gadgets hanging on their neck and in their pocket. Gameboy SP, micro, DS, PSP... dammit! don't the parents know that they are spoiling their children??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back in the day I was so happy when I bought my 1st handphone (NOKIA 3310) after working for a year but quickly find my phone as outdated when I saw a kid (around 11 or 12) talking on his NOKIA 8850 (which have just came out at that time). How crazy was that? A kid, who doesn't even work, can afford more advanced handphone than a worker. And during that time, most of the teenagers own a handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued on using that NOKIA for five years before I've decided to buy another one. Which I can say that the damn NOKIA 3310 is one heck of a handphone. I've dropped it hundred of times and yet until now it still works perfectly. Never once had I take it to a shop to repair it. People don't make good handphones like that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there was this one time that I saw kid throwing a mighty tantrum at a videogame store just because his parents won't buy him a PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But honey, you have just the gameboy (SP) as your birthday present." his parents said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care, Jason have it ( I assume that Jason is his friend, or that show off snob at school. ) and its better than this one!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck with that? If I did that with my parents long time ago, my dad would have bitch slap me and ask me who's the daddy right there and then ( wait, that doesn't sound right... ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids should really appreciate the life they are living now... (talking like an old geezer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit I feel so old talking about it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113444639386493667?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113444639386493667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113444639386493667&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113444639386493667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113444639386493667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-time-has-change.html' title='how time has change'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113435213024669490</id><published>2005-12-12T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T09:48:50.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another emo entry ( since I don't have suitable topic to talk about)</title><content type='html'>Three more weeks and it will be the end of the year! Not that it means anything to me though, I mean there will be few minor changes but I will still living my life, do you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time alone almost everyday does tend to make me a bit of paranoiac. Especially when a bunch people I know went to do some activities behind my back. It got me thinking of what I did to them that made them dissed me like that, or maybe those smartass remark that i've made earlier has finally come back and bit me on the ass. Maybe its because I don't draw more and good like most of them? Maybe they figure that I won't mind that they went on without me? Maybe there is no space on the car anymore so they have to cut me out? (that's not really a good excuse to cut people off) . There are alot of maybe's when you don't ask question directly from the source and instead asking yourself why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahhh... I feel like crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113435213024669490?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113435213024669490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113435213024669490&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113435213024669490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113435213024669490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-emo-entry-since-i-dont-have.html' title='Another emo entry ( since I don&apos;t have suitable topic to talk about)'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113430539576202382</id><published>2005-12-11T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:49:55.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crappy weekend</title><content type='html'>Great, just great... today the rest of the gang went on to watch a movie without me. How does that make me feel? I don't want to be emo but it damn make me feel like an outkast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the love people? where's the love??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry? sure I feel angry. Been spending the rest of the day watching old movies at home while imagining them merrily watching the latest movie that maybe I've been planning to watch it with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say anymore, and I don't intend to ask them why they didn't invite me to save them and me from further akward situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they read this post? Maybe they will because they do know about this blog but I doubt they ever read it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the day to look at the mirror and reflect on oneself to see what he has done wrong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113430539576202382?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113430539576202382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113430539576202382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113430539576202382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113430539576202382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/crappy-weekend.html' title='crappy weekend'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113417770661083151</id><published>2005-12-10T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T09:21:46.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the meaning of this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/dicactus.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Someone put this cactus in the toilet for quite a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;The more I look at it, the more the thing seem to resemble something....  What is he / she trying to tell us here?? O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113417770661083151?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113417770661083151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113417770661083151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113417770661083151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113417770661083151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-meaning-of-this.html' title='What&apos;s the meaning of this?'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113401356882966539</id><published>2005-12-08T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T11:54:48.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>button pushing</title><content type='html'>While listening to Sugarbabes's push the button song (love their songs, very light and uplifting.) it got me thinking. "If the guy who invented button get paid RM 0.10 everytime a button pushed. He'd be filthy rich..... well filthy because he's six feet down under by now and rich because every human being love to push buttons!! Humans, they will poke at anything they can get their pointy finger at. Nose, pimples, woman's neither region. You name it, they will poke it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometime this behavior can be very irritating. Even though they know they aren't suppose to push that button, they don't need to push that button, there's a warning sign telling them not to push that red button! (in fact warning sign encourage them to do the opposite of what it is written. "Warning! Do not push the red button!" will be translated in their mind as "warning! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;push the red button&lt;/span&gt;!") . They will in the end let their curiosity triumph over their rationality and push that damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? Let me give you some example... let me see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh.. let's look at elevator..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of people are lazy bastards. They won't go the extra mile, they'll do anything to get to one place without moving their muscle so much. And in this case, they won't take the stairs if there are elevator available. I don't mean those who have to go to 3rd and above floors, I meant those who got in the elevator just because they want to go to one floor above. Those lazy bastards annoys me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have you ever noticed that when you waiting for the elevator, some people (or maybe yourself) will push the up or down button even though it has already been pushed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to a elevator, you noticed you're the 1st to arrive and the elevator in several floors above you. So you push the button and wait for it to come down. And then one girl come along, dressed up like an athlete going for a training. You take one look at her and think "She must be going to the gym.... wait a minute, that gym is only one floor up from here, why couldn't take the stairs instead? I mean she will get herself a workout later, why not take the stairs as part of the workout?... what a stupid b-" before you can finish that thought, she go push that button again. What the hell is she thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what's on her mind is " Lalalala, going to the gym.. don't wanna sweat before I reach there.. so I take the elevator instead.. gonna push the button and wait for the elevator... alallaala.. eh? the button has been pushed, but I'll push it one more time so that the elevator will know that this floor has more than one people waiting for it and will come down faster.. LAlalalala"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one example is the button on the traffic light post. You know, the one for pedestrian to push if they want to cross the road? I don't think that button works anyway, maybe it is just there to fulfilled people's urge to push something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. you were walking , you want to cross that road to get to the other side. You reached at the junction where there is a traffic light post in front. You saw a guy standing there, clearly he want to get across too. He has pushed that button and were waiting for the pedestrian light to turn green. Then you go push that button again thinking that maybe the guy has used the wrong button pushing technique because the light should have turned green by now. The guy look at you, you look at the light. You both wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another guy came, he push the same button. You look at him, thinking " hey idiot, this guy already pushed it, I've pushed it. No need to push it one more time la. You think the light would turn to green if you push it more ah?" Then you look at the previous guy, thinking he can read your mind and give him the "Can you believe this guy?" gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that push your button sometimes??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113401356882966539?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113401356882966539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113401356882966539&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113401356882966539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113401356882966539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/button-pushing.html' title='button pushing'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113375298224343368</id><published>2005-12-05T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:58:47.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The red carnival and the TV3 carnival</title><content type='html'>So I went to Sungei Wang yesterday. Had quite a good time although I'm all by myself. One of my housemate have to go on a training, the other one have to work. As a comic artist, you do have to be a sell out even if it means that you won't have a break on weekend.. The others , well let's just say they are busy with something. Unlike them I tend to have nothing to do on weekend, they see it as bliss, I see it as boredom.. grass is always greener on the other side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. i was there somewhere between 2 - 2.30 pm. Was planning to see some local perfomance that was held there but it only starts around 5 pm. So I went window shopping around Sungei Wang and Times Square. Have alot of things that I would like to buy there but goddammit I have a really tight budget!! (where's money when you need them?!) . So i heard that one of my housemate is gonna be at Times Square promoting his comic magazine (JOM) and went there to see all his glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where's that bugger??.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/5dec05/hdb1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAAaahh.. there he is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/5dec05/hdb2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;He's the one who draw Obscura in the JOM magazine.. it's a story about ... er... about... vampire and stuff... I don't really like that magazine but it doesn't mean that it's not good. Go buy it guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/5dec05/dc1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saw my dream car!!! which one??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/5dec05/dc2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some show that TV3 and Digi put outside the Times Square compound. Something like TV3 carnival. There alot of zombies there too. Why? because those who stands there and watch are basically living dead. They give little or no effort at all to respond to the show. The host begged them to clap, shout or anything at all to liven up the atmosphere abit but it does seem like he's talking to a bunch of lifeless figurines. Well that's Malaysia's live show for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/5dec05/hdb3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can i have a bit of hand here? when I say hey you say hoo~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/5dec05/hdb4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;........ you guys suck!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wandering around aimlessly and google at all those beautiful people. It's 5 pm and I dashed off back to Sungei Wang to see the show. It was a show put on to teach people about AIDS, I've learned quite a lot of things about HIV and AIDS there guys and felt that the amount of money I donated to them that day was worth it (don't really know how much did I donated but it was a lot of RM1s .. i didn't count..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/5dec05/red6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; This is the group called Ambers. The singer's name is Ina (I think)and she's has a really beautiful voice. And quite pretty too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/5dec05/red5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;This is one of the time that I wish I have a decent digital camera, I would have gone in Sungei Wang and buy one straight away but again I'm on a very tight budget. Bummer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of RED CARNIVAL's girls. I don't get what's with pretty girls putting up cat walk on stage have got to do with educating people about HIV and AIDS but hey, you don't see me complaining. ;)&lt;br /&gt;There were few mini games to play and Q &amp;amp; A sessions after the performance. I have to say that even thought the amount of people watching the show was little compare to the TV3 carnival held at Times Square but at least they are people , not an army of zombies like the crowd on the TV3 carnival. The atmosphere here is alot better here then there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was Ben's Bitches time to make the end performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/5dec05/red3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/5dec05/red2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;They are fun to watch and their music are fun to hear... alot of screaming and mumbling but its good..&lt;br /&gt;their songs are... ermm.... quite... interesting... O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a guai low sang along to their cover song from 'The Who'.. which is cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I think I saw &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/%7Elainie"&gt;Lainie&lt;/a&gt; there but I didn't go to her to introduce myself because I'm afraid that I would mistaken and &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/%7Elainie/1067757.html#comment"&gt;might have make horrible joke about her rack&lt;/a&gt; and got her smacking me down silly on public.. wouldn't want that to happen... =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113375298224343368?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113375298224343368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113375298224343368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113375298224343368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113375298224343368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/red-carnival-and-tv3-carnival.html' title='The red carnival and the TV3 carnival'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/5dec05/th_hdb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113348852151576143</id><published>2005-12-02T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:55:21.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can guys and girls be just friends?</title><content type='html'>Can woman and men really be just friends? Of course they can, if the guy finds the woman ugly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what crossed my mind when my really attractive colleague ask me the question. Yes I am attracted to her, yes she have boyfriend, no I don't tend to steal her from him. But by knowing the fact that she is 'owned' by someone , something that you can't have. Makes her even more attractive. It's something that I'm cursed at, maybe I'm not alone in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why you girls would find a particular male friend that treat you really well, they are considered as hell, they never get mad at you. They would fetch you even though it's really late and far away from where they stay. They would answer your call even though it's late at night when your boyfriend won't in any chance do the same thing. You would find out that you best friend from the opposite gender treats you better than your boyfriend. Do you know why? because the guy wants you to think so. They want or sometimes unsubconciously want to be your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? you can experiment with your guy best friend. (without tellling him of course). But of course do it at your own risk because you may lose your friendship with this guy if its get out of hand. Flirt with him more often, when you are talking to him, make more physical contact. Touch his hand, shoulder , anywhere you like but keep out of the crotch area unless you want a free sex service from him. Ask him to taste the food from your dish, drink from the same straw that he uses just to know what his drink tasted like. You know , those thing that you usually do (or maybe don't at all) with your boyfriend. Then observe his behaviour. Does he look really happy this couple of days? Does he flirt with you more often? Does he call you more often? Did he slightly rolled his eye when you mentioned you boyfriend to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he didn't react like I've mentioned above, ask him. "Are you gay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about girls but a guy make friend with girls based on attractiveness, he's attracted to you, therefore he wants to be with you. Therefore he will treat her better, most of the time better than the girl's boyfriend. It's something that no guys can deny. And most of them will deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry about it girls, he is attracted to you, but most of the guys that are in this situation won't take any advantage with you. (unless he's a bastard in disguise). Sure he wants more than just being friend, but he won't sabotage your current relationship just to be with you (again unless he's a bastard). He just giving you that special treatment so that maybe someday you would give him a chance in case you broke up with your boyfriend. So it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make most of this advantage given to you. Because they are willing to do so. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you are wondering. "Then if like that , how do not so attractive girls get to be friend with the guys?"&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time , it's the girls who take the initial move of getting to know each other. Or if the guys made the move 1st, most of the time it's because they want a connection to get to know your more attractive friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are bastard that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bastard too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113348852151576143?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113348852151576143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113348852151576143&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113348852151576143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113348852151576143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/12/can-guys-and-girls-be-just-friends.html' title='can guys and girls be just friends?'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113323477280334256</id><published>2005-11-29T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T11:26:12.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neglected dishes!!</title><content type='html'>remember the dish that my housemate left in the living room? I did manage to get him to clean it up (it was few days ago...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/eww1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like he have live up to his reputation yet again... -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/dish1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;In case you are wondering, yes it is the very same dishes that he left in the living room... how long have it been ?? over a week now if I have not mistaken....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/dish2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;And it seems that he added few more dishes as a bonus.. sigh... wonder how long will the dishes stays there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune as I will record how long it will take for the dishes to be wash!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113323477280334256?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113323477280334256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113323477280334256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113323477280334256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113323477280334256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/neglected-dishes.html' title='neglected dishes!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113315716789508896</id><published>2005-11-28T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:05:49.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;xiaxue&lt;/a&gt; blog to read on her latest post . ( coz i love a camwhore! ;] ) and read something about &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2005/11/men-and-their-selfish-rudeness.html"&gt;her anger toward 'selfish men'&lt;/a&gt;. Which is basically about how a guy made a move with her 1st then when he was declined (not directly , but she did went to dance without him) make another attempt... with her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course made this blog princess fused with anger. As the same with all those 'the world revolve around me' type of person. She went ahead calling him a bastard, and ask the world why does all these things happen to her, claiming the rule of :- "&lt;span class="style1"&gt;When you try to get to know one girl, you bloody STICK TO THAT GIRL THAT NIGHT! I mean, obviously if you failed you should move on, perferably to somewhere the first girl cannot see you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT YOU DO NOT, EVER, HIT ON THE GIRL'S FRIENDS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" is at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I recall , I never heard of such rule. Why can't a guy make a move on your friend? Is it so insulting to do so? Is your friend irritated by his move? Is she felt insulted? does it ever crossed your mind that maybe your friend have a mild interest in him too like you do? Won't you feel happy for her and not depressed with the fact that the guy didn't sit like a faithful dog yearning for your attention? If you feel that maybe he's insulting your friend by treating her as a PLAN B, don't you think that your friend has a mind of her own and decline him herself if she don't like what he's doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody explain to me why guys I am even the slightest bit mildly interested in always ends up liking my friends? WHY??&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrmm.. maybe it's because you don't show him that you are interested with him? why would a guy waste his time on something that is not certain anyway? would you waste your time on a guy who treat you the same way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the place where this thing occur is at a club, where flirting takes place and a place where people wants to get a partner on the dance floor. So I think the guy has the right to make a move on your friend when you 'politely' leave him hanging there and your friend can take care of herself if she is insulted by his doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113315716789508896?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113315716789508896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113315716789508896&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113315716789508896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113315716789508896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-went-to-xiaxue-blog-to-read-on-her.html' title=''/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113297323159681515</id><published>2005-11-26T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T10:47:11.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pimple, the little bugger that just won't go away!!</title><content type='html'>I think when god made the mould of humans, he accidentally dropped the mould to the ground, making the dirt stick onto the face mould and thus created pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. It's because I only start getting pimples from the age 15 and almost ten years after that I still getting it.. what gives?? Some people said you'll stop getting it after you pop the cherry but I've done it. So why am I still getting it dammit??!!! Did I missed something there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this bad habit of squezzing those little buggers out when I know that I'm not suppose to. But it's fun!! it's addictive!! It's a thrill doing something that we are not suppose to. Now my face is decorated with acne scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started using cleanser this month, doesn't know if it's working because frankly  I still don't see any improvements. Maybe I did something wrong here. Maybe I should have sex more.. I don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113297323159681515?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113297323159681515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113297323159681515&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113297323159681515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113297323159681515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/pimple-little-bugger-that-just-wont-go.html' title='pimple, the little bugger that just won&apos;t go away!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113289044353471519</id><published>2005-11-25T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T13:20:41.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the irony in police forces</title><content type='html'>There is once a malay friend (forgot whom) asked me why I and most of the chinese detest in joining the law enforcers, well I answered him . "Most of the chinese are brought up to be business minded, to be the boss of our own and to be rich.". And then I added. " I don't have confidence in police anyway. Most of them couldn't even uphold the law themselves." And then he told me that not all of them are that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do agree that not all of them are bad, I've seen one young policeman helped the citizen with a smile. But that is only one time in my whole life. The rest of them doesn't really give me a good impression of them. Most of them, especially the experienced ones, are corrupted. Corrupted by either money or morally. I've seen them upholding my cousin in lock-up for a whole week for no whatsoever reason at all and demanded bribe. I've been accused of smoking weed one time during raid the last time at KK (I don't even smoke a ciggy at all) but when I checked on my urine test result and compared it to my friends who got off clean, our result are similar. Lucky that one of my friend have some-what connection with the KK's taiko who knows the inspector of that area that I got off that time. But not after we stayed at the police station from 11 pm to 7 am. And we even have to take a cab to go back our cars because the police station is far from the bar we went that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, most of my experience with the police force are not nice ones but a gripping one that would never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much confidence in police forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after what happened to the &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/11/25/nation/12693628&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;chinese tourists&lt;/a&gt; that have caused quite a stir. Everyone was shocked, they were disgusted by the act of some irresponsible police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly I were not really surprised. It's something that are bound to happen. Maybe it has for a long time but now it's out in the open because the victims are brave enough to bring it to the public or just because the stupid police who took the video of the incident aren't bright enough to think that the video footage is an evidence of their wrongdoing and weefully send it to someone else to see. Only finds out later that the someone spread it all over the internet. Dumb shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it will take a long time for them to store back the confidence in me with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113289044353471519?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113289044353471519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113289044353471519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113289044353471519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113289044353471519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/irony-in-police-forces.html' title='the irony in police forces'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113279742908667574</id><published>2005-11-24T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T09:57:09.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a lamp post!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/weddingparty-lamppost.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that pic? okay, the bride is like the girl that I used to like and the bridegroom is like the guy that told me that I'm his best friend and they both have broken up the last time and got together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah? so where am I in this picture?? It's easy what, I'm in the centre of the picture.. Yepp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the lamp post... -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to hang out with them. From my perspective , the guy is someone I knew since Secondary school and he is the type that all loves to hate, the guy who is a playboy that cheats on his girlfriend when she went to study overseas, right in front of me when he knows that I personally know his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl on the other hand loves him too much that she won't mind that he have broken her heart once. Hurts her so much to the point that she had a massive ashtma attack. The girl that I used to like but I regret that I didn't make a move fast enough to have her. The girl who went to see me for advice when the guy plead her to come back to him when he was still with another girl (his ex-girlfriend now). The girl who told to me that she won't consider taking him back since he have hurt her so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when the guy got back from Austria. He called me out for a drink and what did I find out??&lt;br /&gt;That girl happily clinging on his arm. Looked at me like she never talked to me about her relationship. And utterly smitten by that guy that had hurt her before. Guess how was I feeling that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I have to get in between their lovey-dovey, cuddly-wuddly while I'm all alone. With everyone else looking at me in OU thinking " Why the heck is that guy follow people 'pak toh' one? So pathetic, hey leave those couple alone lah!!!". I have to put up a face and pretend like nothing happens and at the same time thinking none stop when will this guy-friend of mine decided that he's bored with her again and start to cheat behind her... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the shittiest time I had in my life. And guess what, it will get shittier because they said they will call me out again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113279742908667574?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113279742908667574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113279742908667574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113279742908667574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113279742908667574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-lamp-post.html' title='I&apos;m a lamp post!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113263989837282036</id><published>2005-11-22T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T14:11:38.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alert!! only for 18 above! hot pussy licking action!!</title><content type='html'>But before that, there's this one thing that I don't understand about one of my housemate. He have this one bad habit of leaving dishes right where he used it. Mainly the living room and his room. What is the purpose of doing so? Is he planning to cultivate a civilisation of his own? That is the question that only he can answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/eww1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;The dishes that have stayed at that spot for days. If I don't tell him to clean it up tonight, I think it will be there till the end of the world. It's not that he has forgotten about it because I saw him accidently kicked the dishes but strangely he only put that dishes back at that very spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS THE POINT OF ALL THIS????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/eww2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;closer examination of the liquid shows that the maggi soup has dried up and crystalized... in other words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;EEEEWWWWWW~~~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... this is dedicated to all those perv.s out there, some hot pussy licking action!!! anyone who is below 18 should turn away and click the 'x' button before it's too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on now.... move along, move along....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still scrolling down? Go away kids!!&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;Okay... don't say I didn't warn ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PUSSY LICKING ACTION!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/puss1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Yeah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/puss2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HWAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;what??? not enough?? okay...  be ready for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/puss3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE PUSSIES LICKING ACTION!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TURNING YOU ON HUH?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/puss4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLD SHOWER!! COLD SHOWER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough for now.. I don't want to be responsible for turning some pervs into a bunch of rapists. Hah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113263989837282036?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113263989837282036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113263989837282036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113263989837282036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113263989837282036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/alert-only-for-18-above-hot-pussy.html' title='Alert!! only for 18 above! hot pussy licking action!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113257388762208863</id><published>2005-11-21T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T20:02:04.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie that is suppose to be enjoyable....</title><content type='html'>I'm sure alot of people noticed that Holywood has gone book-translate-into-movie craze right now. Be it from comic book or novel. Those things sells faster than poorly written porn novel that I can't seem to understand why people like reading it so much. It's just pages with words man, why do I have to imagine it myself when I can just simply watch porn. But of course I can imagine Siti N. and me there... but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing , this is kind of good for someone like me, someone who reads slow..... and tends to stop in the middle because another book came out. So by watching the movie, I can get the overall story about the book in few hours instead of by reading. Plus I don't have to waste energy by flipping pages (yes I am a lazy ass), I can just sit there, watching the whole thing while sipping on soda and munching on chips. Isn't technology wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for hardcore fan of the books, movie spells nightmare to them, the script writer changes the plot, the actors screwing up the characters they are potraying, those insolent people starting to read the book and speak rubbish about the book despite the fact that they are lacking of intelect to appreciate a good book.&lt;br /&gt;Thus those people tends to hate that movie. They would go. "Oh .. its such a dissapointment!! they totally screw-up the story and insulting the writer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you really cramp-up weeks worth of reading story into a avarage 2 hours movie? It's impossible.. can you possibly put in every detail mentioned on the book into the movie? it's possible but it would cost more doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can't people just enjoy the movie? Why do they bother comparing it with a book when those two are total different media of entertainment and they know that movie tends to be different in some sort? I think as long as the movie is enjoyable then it will be okay. It will worth my RM10 watching it and it won't take up my time as much as reading does. Sometime those movie will even rekindle my interest in the book and motivates me to finish it. So its all good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless that movie totally suck donkey's balls like that dreadfull dungeon and dragons....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113257388762208863?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113257388762208863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113257388762208863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113257388762208863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113257388762208863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/movie-that-is-suppose-to-be-enjoyable.html' title='Movie that is suppose to be enjoyable....'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113227865333157418</id><published>2005-11-18T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T09:50:54.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging is great isn't it?</title><content type='html'>Okay I know I've posted a subject about &lt;a href="http://www.minishorts.net/?p=501#comments"&gt;blogs before&lt;/a&gt; . But this is totally different from that. It's my opinion on the matter with a different point of view..&lt;br /&gt;(actually I don't have anything to write about but let's just keep it between us okay? ;] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that new blogs keep popping out like mushrooms or like new overrated amateur with so-so talent singers from a reality show on singing competition. we are getting lots and lots more of people wanting to vent their thinking out. Which is good because its about time that these people come out from their cave. Most of the time we will get to read pointless blogs that doesn't worth reading (like mine), but alot of time we will get to read some of mind-stimulating blog from people who wrote it sincerely , who doesn't write it under influence of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people who are not afraid to voice their heart out. They are not afraid to talk about sensitive issue that are still "taboo" in the society because no matter how hard the gorvenment, parents, siblings and friends are trying to deny its existence. It is here to stay. It's not something that will be resolved by itself unless people bring it out and talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging also let people know what kind of person you are. Provided what you post on your blog are true anyway. Postings on everyday lifes lets me know what's going on with friends that I seldom hang out with. Isn't blogging great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find out alot more about my friends through their blog more than in real live because most of the people are not so open with their feelings yet. which is a good thing but isn't it sad that we know more about our friends through digital media than to knowing them directly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113227865333157418?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113227865333157418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113227865333157418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113227865333157418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113227865333157418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogging-is-great-isnt-it.html' title='Blogging is great isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113221784249723645</id><published>2005-11-17T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:57:22.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls like them guys cocky - talk cock</title><content type='html'>Most of guys that I've known are very shy when they fell in love with the girl of their dream. When they are in that state, they will pathetically being humble in front of the girl and always seek for the girl's approval. Which most of the time girls find it a big turn-off. Especially girls who are looking for a guy who can provide them security. Unless she's a control freak who like to have a puppet boyfriend or the guy is a rich ball-less man (in which the control freak would love more). You won't get the girl to attracted to you with your lack of confident and lack of cockiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when guys want to dig out useful information from the girl before hitting on her, they would first find out what kind of guy that the girl would like to be with. One of the most preference that a girl would say they want from a guy would be. " I want a guy who's tall , or at least not any less shorter than me. " thus would render a guy who's shorter than the girl feeling hopeless. Thinking that the girl would never be attracted to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you lose any hope, remember that just because she said that she prefer a guy who's taller, it doesn't mean that she won't be attracted to a guy who's shorter. She never said she dissed those type of guy, because if she did and really meant it, you won't be able to strike a conversation with her in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attraction is the main thing in courtship not a prefference.&lt;br /&gt;Am I right or am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order to come over it, a guy has to appear confident, not to care of his own lack-of-ideal-guy's-quality and don't appear affected by other's opinions. In which the girl would find him irresistable. (Unless the guy really is cocky and annoying beyond words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when a girl say that you are short. Don't make that puppy look and let your balls shrinks like a dried prune yet. Deal with it. You can start with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I got over it, are you yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By stating this, it would make you looked like you know what is going on and you are not afraid of dealing with it. And it will also addresses the issue in such a way that you'll know where she stands on it. Don't worry, if she really just can't get pass the fact you are shorter than her, she will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A counter-attack of her remark with cockiness also works.&lt;br /&gt;e.g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;girl : wow, you're shorter than me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy : Yeah, but you're kind of a freak. I think something like 1% of women are as tall as you. It must suck trying to find nice pants, huh? You have to wear all those weird pants made for freaks and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? It will lead to some teasing with each other which is considered as one of the courting technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so remember guys. You have to be a little cocky when dealing with the girl you like. So stop being a wuss because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Women aren't attracted to men who are APPROVAL SEEKERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113221784249723645?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113221784249723645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113221784249723645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113221784249723645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113221784249723645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/girls-like-them-guys-cocky-talk-cock.html' title='girls like them guys cocky - talk cock'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113210873019575035</id><published>2005-11-16T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:38:50.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got mentioned by other blogger!!</title><content type='html'>Actually it's not a really positive comment from her and it's not entirely about me but still it's the 1st time that someone that I don't know in real life mentioned about my blog! The 1st time always feel good. Heehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entwined.blogsome.com/2005/11/16/yummie-jamie/#comments"&gt;I got mentioned here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are two bloggers with the name Kenny in the Malaysian blogosphere (that I know of anyway). One of them, is of course the &lt;a href="http://entwined.blogsome.com/go.php?http://kennysia.com/"&gt;famous Kenny Sia of kennysia.com&lt;/a&gt;. The other is &lt;a href="http://entwined.blogsome.com/go.php?http://hteekay.blogspot.com/"&gt;hteekay of hteekay.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"that I know of" .. ahhhh.... she knows me? cool.. well I know she don't mean that I'm famous anyway. Kinda overshadowed by Kenny Sia. But just let me savoured the moment okay? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's the peak of good thing mentioned about me, later it's all downhill from there. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What got my grannypants into a twist is that, WHY THE NEED FOR THE USAGE OF THE WORD &lt;strong&gt;OTHER&lt;/strong&gt; KENNY AND &lt;strong&gt;ACTUAL&lt;/strong&gt; KENNY?&lt;br /&gt;Who is to say that Kenny Sia is the original Kenny and has copyrighted his name whereas everyone else has to be contented with being known as the OTHER Kenny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Got surname right? Use the surname to distinguish who is who la! What for need ‘the other kenny’, ‘the actual kenny’ , ‘the fake kenny’, ‘the kenny in KL’ or whatever to differentiate yourselves?!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;And why should you settle for ‘the other kenny’? Like second prize like that only! If your name is Kenny Wong then just type Kenny Wongla! Kenny Sia and Kenny Wong. So much clearer and easier. Too many ‘the whatwhat kenny’ can get people confused, you know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got scolded liao.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the I know la I can use my surname , but it would be boring wouldn't it? I mean it would be a really plain and forgetable nick that everyone has heard of it before.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure somewhere out there, there are alot of Kenny Sias and Kenny Hos  surfing the net too! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must admit, there isn't much of variety on chinese name. My name is one of the most typically used name for Chinese (I heard too many times of my name on movies and the like). So how would I make myself different from the other that has the same name as mine? That is where nick name comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not bound to use specified nick name on the internet. Heck, you can call yourself 'MILF' for all I care. In fact, I'll probably remember you better with that name than Robin , John, or Kelly or whatever your real name is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I used that nick when I comment on other's blog because I find that kinda fun nick to use. I'm happy that Kenny Sia sees that and joined in the fun too. I'm definately not a humble guy but I don't mind to ridicule myself just to make a few people have a laugh. It's a bad habit of mine that I can't shake off. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : Don't worry, I won't start a blog war with you &lt;a href="http://entwined.blogsome.com"&gt;entwined.&lt;/a&gt; (seeing you studying law and may some day sue my ass off.) simply because I'm too happy that I got mentioned by you and you're just too pretty to get mad at. Have a nice day! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113210873019575035?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113210873019575035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113210873019575035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113210873019575035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113210873019575035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-got-mentioned-by-other-blogger.html' title='I&apos;ve got mentioned by other blogger!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113169802419714359</id><published>2005-11-11T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T16:37:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a boo boo again.. Haiz~~</title><content type='html'>Apparantly I made a boo boo again. This time its the real thing. &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/17759129/"&gt;Wee San's freelance work on Baskin Robbin &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ed for correcting me after those endless lies.. &gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm gonna guest blog at &lt;a href="http://www.minishorts.net/"&gt;minishorts&lt;/a&gt; blog and I still don't know what to write there. What am I gonna do??!!! {=[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113169802419714359?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113169802419714359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113169802419714359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113169802419714359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113169802419714359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-made-boo-boo-again-haiz.html' title='I made a boo boo again.. Haiz~~'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113159552052845607</id><published>2005-11-10T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:05:20.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Opppss.. I made a bo-bo, it seems that Wee San didn't make that Bonia whacamacallit art. She did make this Baskin Robbins one though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/weesan1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/weesan2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/weesan3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's.... nice.... very... artistic.... I ..... guess..... O_O&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's move on~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to watch Chicken Little with my colleagues, yeah I know, I may be a little too old for that overly cute and children friendly movie. But I am a huge fan of Disney (especially their 2D animation movies, why do they have to switch to 3D anyway??!! Damn them!!) , and I don't look my age. My colleague who is three years younger than me looked like he can be my older brother. Heh! You know that I got asked once for my I.C. when I want to buy tickets for 18 SG movie? I'm not bullshitting you, maybe the cashier trying to hit on me or suspect that I am wanted man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I took a cab to One Utama and the cab driver tried to strike a conversation with me. I don't really like to talk alot to strangers but I don't wanna be called an ass so I simply gives him simple respond to what he have said by humming "HHMMM", "HMmm??" and 'HHmmm~~~~".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "There's a lady that wanted a ride to Puncak Damansara there but I don't wanna go there 'coz it's a hassle to get out of there afterward. That place is so full of cars that they double or triple park there. I mean sure it's none of your problem once you paid the fair and got off from the cab but you think I should take you wherever you want to go just because you're a paying customer meh? Paying customer 'dai sai' meh ? huh right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go " HHmmmm~~" (what the? Who do you think I am? your relative ah? I'm a paying customer also what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he say " Just now I went to brickfield there to go to the deepavali open house they held there... blah blah blah... " (I phased out after that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Little was an enjoyable movie. A bit too short but overall enjoyable. To the guys, don't ever go McDonald with your girlfriend after you two watched that movie, I bet she'll force you to buy her that chicken little plush toy later. It's just that cute. But I like the pig better, he's a funny lad and he reminds me of 'Fei Mau' (fat cat) when I see him run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we decided to go to the funfair at the one utama car park since it's early to go home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/funfair3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/funfair1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/funfair2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly I think that place sucks ass, it's too expensive for my little budget, and the prizes are cheap rip-offs but hey that's what fun fair is all about right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/funfair4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;Took a ride on this with one of my colleague, oh boy, it was fun seeing him crying his heart out saying "I'm scared, I'm scared, I wanna go down!!" That guy is a wuss , ahahhahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fun to laugh at someone who can't stand straight after playing those thrill seeking ride. Too bad he won't let me take a picture of him though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113159552052845607?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113159552052845607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113159552052845607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113159552052845607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113159552052845607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/opppss.html' title=''/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113135158491445841</id><published>2005-11-07T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:36:49.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/7%20nov%2005/realspam.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I thought spam mail only exist on the internet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/7%20nov%2005/weesanswork.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A work from someone I know , the talented and might I say blur blur cute Wee San ( I'd like to say that she's my friend but I'm not that close to her anyway. But it's fun bullying her.. &gt;=] )&lt;/div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you want to see more of her work, go to her deviant site &lt;a href="http://sunnydew.deviantart.com/"&gt;in here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeparaya holidays must be the worst holidays I ever had in my entire life. I'm actually glad that it's over now and I get to work on the job that I am not very fond of. Let's see what I did during the holiday shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 of holiday (2 Nov. 05) : Sleep the whole day till 6.30 pm ( I'm serious! I think I broke a record over here. Mum should be so proud of me if she know this.) Woke up, shower, watch some tv, found out tv shows doesn't really have anything interesting thing to see (so much -ing there!), go down for dinner, watch tv , tv , and more tv (not really watching, more like looking at it), play some game, watch dvd.. (God! I've just realised that my life revolve aroung TV, the instrument of evil!). Realise that's it's 5.30 am so I went to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 of holiday (3 Nov. 05) : woke up on 1.30 am, shower, looking at tv (again), play some game.. (only now I start playing FF 7, yeah I know it's a game ages ago but I never get to finish it, I don't know why..) shower, dinner. (yup I skipped brunch. Too lazy to go out on a hot day), continue FF7.. sleep on 5.00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 of holiday (4 Nov. 05) : Ditto except I clean up the living room since it is a eyesore for almost half a year and didn't want to wait for my housemates to come back from their respective kampung to clean it up together. The excuses they gave me the last time I asked them almost made me wanna strangle them. (although they are partially right about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 of holiday (5 Nov. 05) : Ditto as day two. Went to cyber cafe to blog (whine) about my day. Planned to continue on my comic (keyword: planned) but didn't since my mind was a total blackhole at that time. Lack of motivation is the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 of holiday (6 Nov. 50) : Finally decided to go out of the house. Planned to go to Bangsar cari - cari makan since I never actually been there before but guess what happened after I was all dressed up and ready to go?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/7%20nov%2005/rain2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why god? Why???!!!!! God apparantly have a good sense of humour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113135158491445841?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113135158491445841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113135158491445841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113135158491445841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113135158491445841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-i-thought-spam-mail-only-exist-on.html' title=''/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/7%20nov%2005/th_realspam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113128846280637051</id><published>2005-11-06T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:47:42.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I said I wanna kick my own ass but my leg won't bend the other way. I mean't that I can't kick my own ass by the end of my toes. So to speak.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to talk about what to talk about~~~~~ Hmmmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/11/6/nation/12521690&amp;sec=nation"&gt;I'm glad I got my licence in time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot to blog about it but I'm now officially a full fledged road hazzard. Well... can't really say because for one I don't have a car.. yet.. and my friend would rather have his car stolen than to let me drive. Not that I asked him about it, but given his behaviour, I bet he'll say that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have finally wanted to it harder for people to earn a driving licence, thinking it would  reduce the amount of road accidents. The Prime Minister said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The training for motorists to get their driver’s licence should be made more difficult. It must be so intensive that it will be difficult for them to get a licence."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it will mean that people will have to fork out more bribe money if they want to pass the driving test. Bribing for driving licence is not a new issue over here. The moment you call a driving school, they will hint you in any way that you need to bribe in order to pass. Of course it is still up to you I mean, I dicided to pass without bribing but I have to tell you. Unless you have learn to drive even before you start to learn how to walk, it will be very very hard for you to pass the test.  especially when you're a guy, the test inspector are not gay, he's having a lousy day, it's near Hari Raya and he needed extra money to get by the holiday. Luckily I'm skilled enough to be able to pass (thanks to my past exprience of driving without licence and my charming personality ;]). Passing the test without bribing truly boost your ego. Heck, having to pass the test without paying RM 200 more than you suppose to is good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Every year such accidents happen here. I just do not understand why Malaysians allow themselves to be killed on the roads,” he said.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you really the Prime Minister of Malaysia? Don't you know that our country is quite well known for its rude and inconsiderate drivers? Not that I'm proud about it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to control the accident rate since the number of drivers are increasing by days. Making the driving test harder doesn't mean you can create a more civilised and good drivers because since the bribe doesn't stop, it will only mean people have to pay more to pass the test. Just stop the bribing issue and you'll get less ignorance people on the road. Not that it is easy to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113128846280637051?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113128846280637051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113128846280637051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113128846280637051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113128846280637051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-i-said-i-wanna-kick-my-own-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113119680139639243</id><published>2005-11-05T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T21:20:01.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since when I used the nick the other kenny?</title><content type='html'>I don't seem to remember when I started to use the nick the other kenny.. I remember why I start using it though. It's damn Kenny Sia's fault!! Or what I like to call him. Kenny Sial ( hahahha, kidding kidding... really , I adore that guy's coconut actually, he's the reason I started blogging. So blame him if you find my blog a waste of cyber space. Really.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was because of him that I have to use the nick when I want to comment on other's magnificient blogs. I mean, I don't want them to go "OOHhh, the almighty Kenny Sia left a comment on my blog!" and then when they check on the link to my blog, they'll go. "Kanasai, it's not the Kenny with the coconuts, it's just Kenny with peanuts" (Not that I have balls with the size and the shape of a peanut, I do have a reasonable size of chicken eggs. Anyway we're not talking about human's nuts here okay... move on move on , nothing to see.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's no turning back for me now since I started to get respond from others on my comment. They have acknowledge me as none the other than the other kenny. This is not good, is it not good at all.. I can really see it now that if I ever to go on blogger's gathering. (Oh please please please let me join.. pretty pretty please... I want to be among you!!!! &lt;-- desperate man at work) They would say "Hey you must be.... the other kenny!! HI! you do know that by using that nick, you have declared yourself as second rate pathetic loser next to The Kenny Sia don't you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-;;; I hate myself now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to kick my own ass but my leg can't bend the other way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113119680139639243?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113119680139639243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113119680139639243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113119680139639243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113119680139639243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/since-when-i-used-nick-other-kenny.html' title='Since when I used the nick the other kenny?'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113103213195944049</id><published>2005-11-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T23:35:31.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogspot is getting crappy</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or is it blogspot.com is getting crappy by the minute? It's getting harder and harder for me to log in and do a post. Maybe my recent posts are so crappy, blogger trying to stop me from blogging by being down everytime I log in? It's a conspiracy I tell ya. A conspiracy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 1st of all Happy Deepavali and Selamat Hari Raya to all who celebrates it. I'm all alone here for the week since both of my housemates went back to hometown to celebrate Hari Raya with their families and the rest of my friends are either went back to their parent's home or have planned something with their loved ones. Leaving me all alone at home and blogging on cyber cafe to past the time. Thus the I will sing a ritual song of mine everytime it's a holiday and I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel lonely , lo lo lo lonely... " haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cleaned the living room today, well sorta. It's hard to totally clean it since there are bundle and bundle of boxes and furnitures that belonged to one of my housemate's relatives left at our house. There's simply no place to put them away. So they have to end being a sore eye at the living room. Not that it will be eye candy without them in the 1st place. Our house are so dirty, even if a thief broke in, he'll clean our house up because he won't stand the dirtinest. HHHmmm... maybe I should leave the front door open tonight.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, in case one of my housemate read this (which is highly unlikely). I've cleaned up the living room okay! Seriously if I ever hear the excuse "Most of the stuffs there are yours" or "I don't even lepak there as much as you". I won't clean it up ever again! Oh and Selamat Hari Raya, maaf zahir dan batin. Tolong kirim kuih raya dan juga ketupat dan rendang bila balik nanti, kepunan saya tak dapat makan.. ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll clean up my room tomorrow, and continue on my comic, been stop drawing for weeks now and quite frankly if I don't start doing it anytime soon, I'm gonna lose interest in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113103213195944049?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113103213195944049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113103213195944049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113103213195944049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113103213195944049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogspot-is-getting-crappy.html' title='blogspot is getting crappy'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113072800375656820</id><published>2005-10-31T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:20:19.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh? Opinion ar???~~~</title><content type='html'>I didn't know that you can blog and take so much pictures with &lt;a href="http://www.minishorts.net/?p=483"&gt;a bunch of bananas&lt;/a&gt; .. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I've learn something the past few weeks. Maybe you guys have known about it much earlier than me, but hey I'm talking about myself here, if you think "heh, I already know this like so many years ago." well congratulation smart ass. But if you think "Oh, like that one", then congratulate and thank me for teaching you something new today. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay are you prepare for this? Because by knowing this, you can learn how to manipulate those puny humans and make them willingly worship the very ground you step on. Okay lar, not that 'kuah zhang' lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I've learned is.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people ask for your opinion, they are not really asking for your opinion, they are merely looking for someone who have the same opinion as they have!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp!!! omg, it's the answer for the most unsolved mystery on earth. Which is related to why alot of girls pissed off at guy's honest opinion when they asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, when did people wants an honest opinion for someone when its usually a negative one? They all wanted to hear the nice ones. But with girls, it's much more complicated and should I call it 'ma fan' since they want a nice positive opinion with a concrete evidence to back it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why they when they ask, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" Do I look fat, baby ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you answered , &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" Of course not sugar pie. "&lt;/span&gt; in a split second because you honestly think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they go throw a fit saying. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" You only say that to make me happy, you are lying!! "&lt;/span&gt; leaving you wonder what you did wrong because the last time , she was angry at you for giving a thought before giving the answer to the same question last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor poor guy. I know, I've been in that situation before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you this, the part that you did wrong is, you have only told her half of what she wanted to hear. She is not satisfied with a half-baked answer, she wants something to back up what you have said so she can go skipping happily and throwing pink flower petals while riding her magical pink unicorn for the rest of their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Then, how am I suppose to answer her!!???"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm down my fellow mate, Calm down... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually no certain answer to that question because every individual has their very own unique opinions, you have to find out what they are yourself. Muaahahhahahaha!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean , you can't go answer her &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" Of course not baby, you're wearing a shirt fitted for kid. How can you be fat? "&lt;/span&gt; to someone with a size of a hippo can you? Unless you want her to bitch slap you till kingdom come. In which if you really are, then you are a sick bastard who really need helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would like to say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" Padan muka!! "&lt;/span&gt; (serves you right) to those guys who doesn't put any effort into understanding their girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's no short cut into understanding people. You really have to put an effort into knowing your friends and you loved ones. If you really understand them well, you will know what they are thinking at this very moment and use it to your full advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember what I have taught you about people asking for opinion and you can steer away from deep shit that you gonna step on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIAO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113072800375656820?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113072800375656820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113072800375656820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113072800375656820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113072800375656820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/heh-opinion-ar.html' title='Heh? Opinion ar???~~~'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113048312972307956</id><published>2005-10-28T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T15:05:29.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cross the line and hide behind your religion dude!</title><content type='html'>Usually I don't often post my two cents about social stuffs on my blog because it is meant for me to be pointless, self amused, and make jokes that only me laugh about alone with noone understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But upon reading something &lt;a href="http://www.minishorts.net"&gt;Minishorts&lt;/a&gt; in her &lt;a href="http://www.minishorts.net/?p=484"&gt;letter&lt;/a&gt; post. A guy nicknamed Menj has post something on his blog that could or maybe have enraged alot of Malaysian Bloggers. I don't even bother to put his link here. ( but you could find it easily, it just take a bit of effort to click here and there ). This guy so claimed himself as Muslim found that the word Deepa raya as an insultment to his religion and strongly against that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill out dude. Why the rage against something that only you think as an insultment yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, with the theme “Waging Jihad By Speaking My Mind” in his blog is clearly not a peace loving dude. Where did he get all those ideas man. His hatred toward other religion has clearly blinded his eyes and now everything that not related to Islam he would see as sinned and flawed. But this guy is a hypocrite, he distest those things but he made exception to something he like, namely Lindsay Lohan and some other western stuffs. In which most of the 'holier than thou' muslims clearly doesn't approve at. I guess he is still young afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this guy is giving Islam a bad name. It's bad enough that those suicide bombers doing their stuffs under the name of the religion. This guy have to make more people hate Islam. It's already a mindset to societies to be racists so the mass won't just say its his fault but would include the religion that he held onto, especially with the way that he's speaking his mind. What do you get from all this man? Why all this hatred? Why would you want to destroy the religion that you believe in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people actually defending him, saying that he's got something inside him that would make him big. Some claims him as a intelligent dude who have very constructive opinion. I say that he would be as on par with what Adolf Hitler have in mind. Sure that Hitler has made it big, but in the end he is just known as sadistic mass muderer and plain evil. Menj is slowly going toward that path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those "I am holier and more supreme than thou" mindset should not exist in a mutlicutural place. As much as you hate other religions here, they are here to stay. Learn to live with it dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113048312972307956?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113048312972307956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113048312972307956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113048312972307956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113048312972307956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-cross-line-and-hide-behind-your_28.html' title='Don&apos;t cross the line and hide behind your religion dude!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113041573497332724</id><published>2005-10-27T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T20:22:14.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah?? what??</title><content type='html'>I love music, in fact in one day, I spent more than sixteen hours listening to music. So From the moment I walk out of my house to go work till the time I'm back at home from work. I will always stuff earphones on my ears. I reckon when I get old, I'll be as deaf as a ... erm... a.... rhino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that music heals soul. But I don't agree if they are talking about most of the old malay slow rock and ballad songs. I find them drepressing. I mean how can you sing along happily with songs about you getting dumped, rejected, looking at who you love loved someone else? Heck , even most of their Raya songs are depressing. Why would they listen to it on a joyous day baffles me. Luckily nowaday composers are more leaning to make happy songs for Hari Raya. It's a wise thing to do.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, most of the Hari Raya commercials in the old days are about poor old folks waiting at their house for their children to come home to celebrate Raya with them. Its depressing because they potray something as if their children totally disregard them. Just look at the old folk's sad faces makes you curse their children for not coming home to celebrate Raya with their parents. I hated that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't about that, it would be about old folks celebrate Raya by visiting their children's grave. Depressing~! Why in the hell they like to promote sadness in a joyous day?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Yasmin Ahmad ( did I say her name right? ) this past few years Raya commercials are more happy inducing than the last time. I really love her work.&lt;br /&gt;If it not for her, I would end up thinking malays are such a sad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to music, there's one kind music that I hated most , those new chinese new year songs sang by kids. Oh.. my god! blogging about it now is making me angry. those are a bunch of uncreative people who rip hit songs, Altered the lyrics to be CNY material, get some kids whose parents think them as the most talented individuals in the world, dress them up in crappy colourful clothes, plastered their face with generous amounts of make up to make them looked slutty. And get them to sing the crappy songs. I HATE them!! And the fact that my parents actually buy those crap to play at home during CNY makes me hate them even more. I actually threw some of the cds away during CNY without my parents knowing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I'm going off track now.. Don't know what to blog about since I'm all flamed up about crappy CNY songs.. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113041573497332724?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113041573497332724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113041573497332724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113041573497332724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113041573497332724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/ah-what.html' title='Ah?? what??'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-113033070169868447</id><published>2005-10-26T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:50:28.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOhhh, nothing much~~</title><content type='html'>This month is a quiet month for me, I mean I even have to chat with a cyber god to amuse myself!! Omg , how lame was that??! The reason that I've been posting less blogs than I would recently is that I have to rely on going to noisy inducing cyber cafe to blog these few days. Listening to all those brats shouting and cursing while tuning up the volume of the game they play didn't help me on getting inspiration on what to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have enough dirty socks with me now to stuff it down their freakin throats.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for them , I don't . In fact I'm so short of socks nowaday I have to wear those torn ones. Omg, why am I telling you this? This is so lame.. again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Let me see what happened today.. oh nothing much. Woke up, getting ready to work. Work work work work... work work work work.. lunch time.. sleep abit.. work work work work again.. Saw someone trying to steal colleague's bike.. work work wor~ wait da minute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup , today got some bastards trying to steal my colleagues bike. They almost did but not smart enough because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They are doing it in broad daylight.&lt;br /&gt;2. There are people near that bike.&lt;br /&gt;3. My other colleague spotted them with his eagle eyes ( which is true, he always manage to spot something that all of us didn't in one glance. Which is most of the time are related to perverted ones. I guess he put it in good use today for a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he saw it through the window, he alerted us just to make sure what he see were true. My another colleague with his 'smart ass' self told us to wait and see 1st because he don't want us to beat up the wrong people in case of misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I hit myself in the forehead because I actually listened to him and wait. I mean we should get out of the office to see what's happening when we suspecting something right. We don't have to straight away beat the hell out of people, we could just walk there, see what is happening with our own eyes , and then beat the drap out of them if they are trying to steal the bike. Why did I listen to him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were sitting our ass in the office watching at crime in work. A stranger walked past by the thieves and saw what they are doing. The thieves, noticed that someone saw them , quickly hopped onto their bike and rushed away from that place. Imagine if the stranger weren't there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid Me : Hey, I really think we should go down there to see lah, that fence is blocking our view and I can't see what they are doing, I think they really are trying to steal the bike.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart ass : SSShhhh.. wait and see.. we don't want to end up beating innocent people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One of the thief took out a screwdriver and begin to work on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid Me : OMG! I think he is stealing the bike man, he took out a screwdriver man. Look at him pouncing on the bike trying to start it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart ass : SSShhhh.. wait and see.. we don't want to end up beating innocent people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The thief manage to turn on the bike and rode off with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid me : He stole the bike!!! right in front of our eyes and we didn't even do anything about it! What the fuck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart ass : SSshhhh .. wait and se~ * Uhh what? Ohh..so he was a bike thief afterall!! OPPPsssiiiee..&lt;/strong&gt;*blushed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?! Slap myself for listening to mr. smart ass. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Shit, someone turned on crazy frog!! That's why I hate Ah Bengs! better get out of this place before I kill that bastard. Bye!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-113033070169868447?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/113033070169868447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=113033070169868447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113033070169868447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/113033070169868447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/oohhh-nothing-much.html' title='OOhhh, nothing much~~'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-112987404924893394</id><published>2005-10-21T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:54:09.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I chatted with God (I'm going to hell now)</title><content type='html'>Since everyone has chatted with &lt;a href="http://www.titane.ca/concordia/dfar251/igod/"&gt;I-God&lt;/a&gt; lately, I thought why not giving it a try, thinking that maybe He can explain some of the mysteries of the world to me. But all I got from Him is headache and I almost puke blood chatting with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the chatting goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Yo! what up god?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Can I help you?   That's a good question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; What the fudge?! I said what up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Try expression yourself another way.   What did you mean by  it?  Not much is going on. I was waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; What do you mean? You want me to die early??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;, " Try expression yourself another way." What did I mean by it?   No , maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; You don't make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any robots who make  it?  It all makes sense to my artificial mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; You're artificial?? I thought you're the real deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am an artificial being.   Thanks but surely I am not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; You mean there's another artificial god??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Yes  I think that is what I meant. Was it not clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; So you mean there is not only one god here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Interesting deduction.  Yes  I think that is what I meant. Was it not clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Oh okay, so the Muslims were wrong then?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I don't judge people.  Yeah okay,  Ahem.  Thanks for the info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; But it says in the bible that you judge people who believes in god or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; What the??!! It's written in the freakin bible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Are you surprised?   Who said  it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;The Son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Ya him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me! ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; he said so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Did you believe him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Do you want me to believe him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;No , maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; You mean even you don't believe him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Yes  I think that is what I meant. Was it not clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; ... okay........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;OK with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Oh god!! talking to you is making me furious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me?  GOD rules.   What do they say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; God dammit! (pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I am a Christian.   My brain uses AIML to format responses to your inputs, but I don't have one for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Do you hate Judas for all that he has done to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I try not to hold grudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; So you mean you do hate him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Interesting deduction.  I try not to hold grudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Won't you just admit you hate him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I'll burn that bridge when I come to it.  If you could have any kind of robot what would it be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Don't try to change the subject buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'll try not to do  it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; OI! answer me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Is the holding of hands a symbolic gesture for humans?    Try asking me again using simpler words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Try saying that with more or less context. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; I said dammit, as in short for damn it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;What did you mean by  it?  Gosh. "it" being  dammit as in short for damn it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Geez! I'm talking to a freakin idiot here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Ah.   Say something nice for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Oh ya, wouldn't want to end up in hell do we? Okay then.. you are beautiful, god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;It goes without saying.  So?  No  it would not.   OK with me too.   Do you mind if I tell other people you say I am  beautiful god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Oh god! (pun intended) this guy love himself too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Really.  GOD rules.   Do you still ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; haiz.. talking to you is giving me a headache. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Try saying that with more or less context.    What do they say?   Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; I prefer talking to satan than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;You are not the only one.   I like to talk to anyone about nearly anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows HTML can learn AIML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-... U can try it out &lt;a href="http://www.titane.ca/concordia/dfar251/igod/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-112987404924893394?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/112987404924893394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=112987404924893394&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112987404924893394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112987404924893394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-chatted-with-god-im-going-to-hell.html' title='I chatted with God (I&apos;m going to hell now)'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-112955000674182909</id><published>2005-10-17T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:01:27.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF story 2 : Timmy strikes back!</title><content type='html'>Eventually the fairy knows who's the fucker that threw the axe at her ( a but then? she's a freakin fairy man!! Of course she would know who's the culprit eventually!! ). With a swift of her magical vomit inducing pinkish wand. She levitate Little Timmy back to the lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timmy keeps on swinging his feets in hope that he could escape from her grasp, he even tried to swim away but it only proves two things, that its futile and that he's an complete idiot. He tries to think of what excuse that he could come up with so the fairy would forgive him and let him go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What should I do?? Maybe I can act adorable and ask for forgiveness, yeah.. then maybe if I'm adorable and charming enough, she would fall to me and become my bitch!! muahahahhaa... err.. wait. I should think on how to get away 1st.."&lt;/strong&gt; Timmy hit his own head hard for being horny at time like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy took a good look at Timmy when he reached the place where she's standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So, you're the punk who threw this axe huh?"&lt;/strong&gt; the fairy asked while giving him the omg I'm so gonna kill you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Erm. No I didn't."&lt;/strong&gt; Timmy answered. He's so scared now, he have difficulties controlling his bladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HUH??!! You dare to deny it???!!"&lt;/strong&gt; her eyes buldging in anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Erm, I don't own a golden axe"&lt;/strong&gt; Timmy said. He's trembling in fear more than ever. Timmy trembles so much he's like a living talking vibrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HUH??"&lt;/strong&gt; the fairy take a look at the axe that she's holding. It is in fact a golden axe. Quickly she hides that axe and took out another axe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So you dare to crack my head open with this huh?"&lt;/strong&gt; She's trying forget that embarassing moment just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Err.. No mam' , I don't own a silver axe too! Please don't kill me!!"&lt;/strong&gt; Timmy start to wonder if this fairy is a blond or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh shit! not again!!"&lt;/strong&gt; The fairy take another look at what she's holding, it is indeed a silver axe. She felt completely stupid now. With a snap from her fingers, the silver axe changed into a rusty old axe. She double-check on it to make sure that she won't make the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yes, mam'. That's my axe!!"&lt;/strong&gt; Timmy answered it honestly because he's hoping that the honesty is the best policy works now. There's now way to deny it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Since you are so honest about it, I shall give you all of the 3 axes."&lt;/strong&gt; with a whip from her magical vomit inducingly pink wand, the gold , silver and the rusty axe appears on Timmy's hand. Timmy's wondering what the hell is happening now. But since the fairy let him back on his feet and released him he quickly thank her and run as fast as he could with the axes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HHmmm, such a fine honest little man......."&lt;/strong&gt; the fairy smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"EH?? what the fark did I just do??!!"&lt;/strong&gt; apparantly the axe hit her head so hard that she forgot the purpose of capturing Timmy. But it's too late now because the fairy can't leave her lake and Timmy is well away from her magical range. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end Timmy sold the axes and uses the money to invest in stock exchange and become a rich guy who own several ferraries and have beautiful super models as his girlfriends. His sister became an actress who's later famous for having a hot body and the reputation of marrying famous actors and devorcing them a week after. And his mum became a famous sugar mummy.. And they live happily ever after~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END........REALLY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See kids? It's good to be honest afterall..&lt;br /&gt;In case you go "what the fark is this??!" that's my point of the story, ahahahahhaa!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-112955000674182909?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/112955000674182909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=112955000674182909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112955000674182909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112955000674182909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/wtf-story-2-timmy-strikes-back.html' title='WTF story 2 : Timmy strikes back!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-112929127881385071</id><published>2005-10-14T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:52:49.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF story?? story of little Timmy</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time ar, deep in the forest there ah live one small kid named Little Timmy lah. This Timmy is so cham ler, eat everyday also not enough one. One little green pea also have to share with his little sister, Shirley. Aiya what to do, when he was still small small ah, his dad died because too much sex and viagra lor.. the heart went overload then him pun go condemn oledi lar. So Timmy, Shirley and his mother have to live at the pondok durian there. Every month pay RM 2 only. So cheap so they can afford lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway la. Timmy everday hor, have to go chop wood to sell one lar. So he take his trusty and rusty axe. And away he went into the deep forest there to chop wood. Walk and walk and walk, he reached a place nearby the lake there. Timmy feel abit scared there coz he once heard the locals said the lake is haunted one. But only the trees there is the easiest to chop and since Timmy is small in size, he only can chop trees near the lake one, so what to do, if the ghost want to kill him then kill la! He don't care anymore. So he start to chop one of the trees there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*CHOP CHOP CHOP*!&lt;/strong&gt; Timmy try to chop the tree as fast as he could so he can go home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*CHOP CHOP CHOP*!&lt;/strong&gt; he chop harder and harder this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*CHOP CHOP FLIP*!!&lt;/strong&gt; Aiyar, poor Timmy.. the axe slip from his tiny fingers and flown into the lake. &lt;strong&gt;*PLOP*!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Haiya, like this how ler?? cannot afford to buy another axe oledi.. now cannot chop wood to find money.. die la die la die la" Little Timmy said. He begins to weep like a little girl. "weep weep" "weep weep weep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly the lake begins to glow, magical fairie dust begin to encircle the middle of the lake. Timmy saw the event and startled by it, startled but not scared. In fact oh he is actually feeling excited and happy. Why you ask ah? Well he heard of a little fairy tale about this fairy who give a poor boy a golden axe for being honest one. Haiya that story le.. You never heard of it one meh? heh! kids nowaday. Movies and games only. Never read one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and surely ah the fairy dust begin to form a figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAH, this fairy is shok shok le, got a devil's figure one!! Sllluuuurrrpp~~" Aiyak, Timmy got perverted liao.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he waited patiently and weefully (is that a word? If it's not then I don't care myahahhaa) for the fairy to fully appear.. he can see the fairy's figure is holding something that looked like an axe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, so the fairy tale must be true one!! heeheheh.. I'm gonna be rich then no need to chop woods liao!" thought Timmy. Timmy could imagine himself selling the golden axe on e-bay, get loads and loads of money with it and start a business himself. Later he gonna buy a Ferrari and to have super model as a girlfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally ah the transformation is complete and Timmy can finally see the fairy. But as soon as he sees the beautiful fairy holding his rusty axe, Timmy got really scared and run as fast as his little leg can carry him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ZZZIIIPPP*!!&lt;/strong&gt; In a blink of mata, Timmy is gone out of sight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful fairy look around the lake and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pukima, who's this fucker go throw the axe ah? my head is bloody already!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-112929127881385071?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/112929127881385071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=112929127881385071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112929127881385071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112929127881385071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/wtf-story-story-of-little-timmy.html' title='WTF story?? story of little Timmy'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-112917618614170220</id><published>2005-10-13T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:09:14.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaints on easy exam?? What the hell??!!</title><content type='html'>Today while I browse through &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/"&gt;The Star&lt;/a&gt;, something caught my attention. It seems that this year's PMR was too easy and the teachers &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/10/13/nation/11708671&amp;sec=nation"&gt;complained&lt;/a&gt; about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mathematics and Science teacher from Seremban said her students were “disappointed” with the Science paper as the questions were “too easy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wei! you want to complain, you complain lah!! don't pull your students into it saying that they are "dissapointed" because of the easy questions on Mathematics and Science subject!!" . Seriously lah, I don't think the students mind about it. I know I wouldn't if it were easy during my PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One of my students commented that had he known the questions were to be that easy, he would not have studied so hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="text"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="text"&gt;   “They were disappointed that the paper was not a challenge,” she added.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Heh! this teacher sure "know" her students... If you haven't noticed what he meant, let me point the obvious reason he was "dissapointed" at the PMR questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "he would not have studied so hard!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that explain it?? He meant that he is dissapointed that noone inform him that the exam was gonna be easy, if he knew, he would have spent those restless nights out partying like a monkey on loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;   Malaysian Examination Syndicate director Dr Salleh Hassan said that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;the level of difficulty was about the same for every examination – including this year's – so the syndicate could chart and compare students’ performance over the years. Honestly I think the Malaysian Examination Syndicate is not really doing a great job at keeping the standard to Malaysian's education qualities. All they ever care was to keep the percentage of students passing the exam to high but not so high that other country would think that the standard of Malaysia's education are low. How do they keep the percentage in tact you ask? Well they will raise the difficulties based on the previous passing percentage of some subjects the last year. So I guess the students that will be taking PMR next year are pretty much screwed because of the system that the MES are applying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you suppose to produce quality students by doing that? Yeah sure by that result, they can enter some prestige universities and brag on how they got "high scores" on that paticular exam but do you think they can do better later on? Maybe they will even do worse than ever since their balls or punanies gonna expand to the size of a planet and they won't be so hardworking on their studies anymore. And that would bring a bad image of Malaysia to the world if they are to study oversea. Very 'tiu ka' leh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-112917618614170220?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/112917618614170220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=112917618614170220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112917618614170220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112917618614170220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/complaints-on-easy-exam-what-hell.html' title='Complaints on easy exam?? What the hell??!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-112893243506562195</id><published>2005-10-10T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T18:18:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Analic's killing himself??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story2/At1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Analic : Sob sob... life has no meaning. No one care about me, my night life is bar to none, I always get laughed at coz I'm stupid, I got asshole that doesn't do anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story2/At2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Analic : Maybe it's better if I jump off this computer-moniter-like cliff and end my life here and now... SOB SOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story2/At3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Appie : La la la la~~.. aahhh.. another beautifulz dayz~~~ Eh? Izzin't dat Mr. Analik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story2/At4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Appie : Ello Mr. Analik... watcha doin' up there shhooo high??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story2/At5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Analic : I wanna kill meself off right here and now... coz no one loves me and laughs at me for being stupid.. Sniff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story2/At6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Appie : AAaaawww~~~ Donz fink liddat Mr. Analik.. me wuv youz~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story2/At5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Analic : really? You love me? you don't think me as stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story2/At6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Appie : Of cuz me don fink u ah stoopid Mr. Analik.. come down here n wez talk whut ur problemo izz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story2/At7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Analic : wokay... I come down now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story2/At8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Appie : NNooooozzz Mr. Analik!! Thatz not whure u come down!!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Analic : AAAhhhhhhh~~~~~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WHam~!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story2/At9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Analic : .......... OOOowww.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Appie : ...... me take back whut me sayz aboout U bein' stoopid now....&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Analic : ....... = [ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-112893243506562195?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/112893243506562195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=112893243506562195&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112893243506562195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112893243506562195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/analics-killing-himself.html' title='Analic&apos;s killing himself??!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story2/th_At1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-112874151432837332</id><published>2005-10-08T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T11:18:34.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st time~~~</title><content type='html'>Gotcha!!! If you are thinking about those naughty thinngs, sorry but I'm not talking about sex!! muahahahha!! this is about my 1st time eating fresh raw oysters, which some people say could be a turn on to whoever eats it.. which means this post is related to sex somehow!! muahahahhahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/B16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/B16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay this was from the buffet last time, I forgot to post it the last time and since I don't know what to blog about at the moment, I'll post this instead... muahahhahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was the 1st time I tried fresh oyster. I wonder why some people says fresh oyster can turn people on, frankly I ate quite a lot of them but I don't feel a thing except for a hint of stomach upset. (Okay, four fresh oysters are not that much, but it does feel like it when you are eating raw sea creatures which feeds on shit to survive.. seriously, u basically eating muscles and few of fish's craps and stuffs. How can that turns you on huh??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/B17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/B17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOot! fresh oyster!! that was my 1st try so I only took one on my 1st serving to see if I can stomach the raw muscle. Three more come afterward..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/B18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/B18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAahhh .. before you eat the food of lust, you must 1st squeze some lemon juice on it. Why you ask? How the hell should I know? I was just following other people so that I won't be recognised as a 1st time oyster eater! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&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://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/B20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/B20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then finally use a fork to scrap the muscle off from its shell..  the 1st experience was kinda nice, but few more afterwards the taste kinda linger in my mouth.. which is not so good.. imagine a dead fish stuck in between your teeths for few days... yup its not good at all...&lt;/span&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://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/B25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/B25.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strangely I rather seem to feel happy than turned on that night. A few oysters are enough to make me crazy.. better lay off those things before I get addicted.. Oh yeah, Hussien didn't eat any of the oysters but he is always that crazy so that explain the face.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, if I ever were feeling horny, I have something that will turn me off instantly so I won't end up raping anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/B4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/B4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hussien's tongue action!!!!!!! I think Eric would find this a turn on.. hahahhahaa.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-112874151432837332?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/112874151432837332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=112874151432837332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112874151432837332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112874151432837332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-1st-time.html' title='My 1st time~~~'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/th_B16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-112858799132982382</id><published>2005-10-06T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:41:11.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously bored and evil~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Appie : La la la la la~~ itz za beautiphul day ishin't it? I wuv the day~~ &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Analic: Yo! Wazzup Appie? wazzup~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Appie : Oh hello Analic! Shhhuucchh a nice day ishin't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Analic : Yeah nice day. Yo.. I got something to show you man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Analic : Yo , check this out man, I got asshole!! woo hoo~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Appie : .....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Appie : Wow!!! thatz sshooo cuuutttiiee.. azzhole~~~ &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/St4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Analic : yeah, It's so cool~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Appie : what doez it dooz anywayz?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Analic : .............. I don't really know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Appie : .......... Oh okie dookie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Analic : yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Appie : yeah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Analic : .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Appie : .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to ruin those toy's image guys.. I'm just bored and trying to pass the time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-112858799132982382?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/112858799132982382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=112858799132982382&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112858799132982382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112858799132982382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/obviously-bored-and-evil.html' title='Obviously bored and evil~~'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/story/th_St1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-112857887490592586</id><published>2005-10-06T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:10:07.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McD's blue doggie, Gay car &amp; Manly car~~</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know I shouldn't have go buy another McD's toys but I'll be damn their evil scheme is working like hell. I just couldn't resist to buy another of those cute cute toys.. &gt;_&lt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Purin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Purin1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As before, I still like the box.. this time it's Blueberry Pompompurin, Oh yeah the last one was Green Apple Cinnamoroll..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Purin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Purin3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG!! the poor doggie is choking, it's face is turning blue liao!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Purin4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Purin4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahh? what's that?? You are born that way one? Ok lor.. he's a cute one isn't it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Purin5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Purin5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The maker of this toy clearly put too much detail on it.. maybe they are telling me that this toy is an asshole??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm.. I'll call him Analic from now on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question : How do you differentiate between a manly car and a gay car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer : Easy lar.. just look at the plate there lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Man1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Man1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/gay.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd fix that plate right away if I were you mister gay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-112857887490592586?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/112857887490592586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=112857887490592586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112857887490592586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112857887490592586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/mcds-blue-doggie-gay-car-manly-car.html' title='McD&apos;s blue doggie, Gay car &amp; Manly car~~'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-112849418382211757</id><published>2005-10-05T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:36:23.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Wo~man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thestar.com.my/archives/2005/10/5/nation/04chung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thestar.com.my/archives/2005/10/5/nation/04chung.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upon reading &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/10/5/nation/12229711&amp;sec=nation"&gt;The Star&lt;/a&gt; today , I found out this particular interesting story about this woman that would make you go "Woh~man!"(pun intended). One look at he-r would make any guy drool and go ga ga. If they have no issue with transversetives I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jessie Chung was a Jeffrey Chung the last time. After three major operations, Jessie can now proudly say that she is one hell of a hot woman and I'm tumpang happy with her. Kudos to you for not being afraid to be what you are and congratulations for finally fulfilled your dream and upon on getting married next month. You are lucky that you are not born Islam because if you were, you would have gotten yourself into alot of troubles by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This have got me into thinking. (WOW.. Kenny actually thinks? There, I've said it for you. So shut the hell up). How would a normal guy accept the fact that his love was a male before? Sure after the operations and stuffs, her former dee dee has now become a fully functioned mei mei but still it wouldn't change the fact that she was a man before. Doesn't that would sometimes crossed your mind at some point and kills the joy of sex? (Unless of course that you are gay). And so now that she can basically call herself a woman. Would her relationship still be called gay? Does she need to lube since her artificial mei mei since it won't lube itself? (okay, this is getting sick so I should stop thinking now.. Pretty much tells you what state of mind I'm in, doesn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hor, You know there are some good things with having a Woh~ man as a girlfriend la. I mean for one she won't have Dai Yee Mah so she can't use it as a excuse to throw tantrum. She pretty much know how a guy thinks and act so she won't be affacted by all guy's nemesis, Those woman and girl magazines that keep on feeding all woman's mind with those crazy opinions about guys. Hey, come on la, those so called experts in men are women themselves. How can women know more about men other than men themselves??. And I bet she is more 'woman' than some girls I know. Do I sound sexist by saying that? well do you want to be know to have the behaviour of thinking with your genital and perverted like guys? No? well shut the hell up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I resent tranversetives? I would like to think not, I don't mind making friends with them. Had a couple of pondans as friends and I like to say that I enjoyed their company. Their perspective in life are different and I found it pretty interesting. I just don't like the ocassional touching on my bum bum and when they trying to manja - manja.. Would I accept and get married with  a former man? I don't think so... friend sure but girlfriend or wife? that's out of the line!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-112849418382211757?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/112849418382211757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=112849418382211757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112849418382211757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112849418382211757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-woman.html' title='Happy Wo~man'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-112839555502750834</id><published>2005-10-04T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T16:34:12.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my killa Rabbit .... ermm.. thingie</title><content type='html'>Mcdonald... ahh bless their little heart for making me squeel like a little girl whenever they come up with cute little toys. I don't know why, but I found this particular toy makes me all tingly inside. Made me forgot about my manly testicles and ultimately made me jump with joy when I got my hand on it.. the joy~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the time when I play masak masak with my cousins when I was small. Laugh all you want, I know at some point you guys too have played it before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Plush1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Plush1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This time I have to take off my hat for Mcdonald, I really really like the packaging of the toy, sure its only a box. But compared to the ways they usually pack toys (only the boring plastic), this made them look like they putting an effort into this franchies.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Plush2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Plush2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why hello there buddy.. sleeping in a box I see...Why don't you come out and say hello to the readers here? Don't be shy.. " (Oh, and that's Billy the monkey that I doodled yesterday out of sheer boredom. In case you are wondering. =] )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Plush4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Plush4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at it! How can you resist its charms and its cuteness? SSSHHHOOOOO CCCUUUUTTTIIEEE~~!! HHmm I shall name you Appie from now on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Plush3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/Plush3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think she likes that name. Aren't you Appie. You woogie googie buu buu you... &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-112839555502750834?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/112839555502750834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=112839555502750834&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112839555502750834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112839555502750834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/meet-my-killa-rabbit-ermm-thingie.html' title='Meet my killa Rabbit .... ermm.. thingie'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-112831185294639038</id><published>2005-10-03T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T11:59:49.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Over the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/rainbow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/rainbow1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow, some foreigns are glad that they cancelled their trip to Bali, following 3 bombings that have occured few days ago by some Morons who were easily manupilated to bomb themselves in public, thinking that they could go to heaven by sacrificing themselves like that. Have they forgotten that their religion did says that by killing themselves would definately make their place in heaven invalid and by killing innocents people would book a place in hell.. enjoy the view of sea of fire there now Idiots??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow, some Americans are thinking that if Bush didn't promote war in the 1st place, America could have use the money to help those victims of Katrina hurricane. Some Americans are questioning why in the hell they voted for the dumb bastard who likes war and blame on god for the disaster that they are having. It's called karma you dumbass, what goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow, Ah Bengs, Ah Lians, auntie, uncle, and party goers are cursing like mad because the price of their preffered beverage and their favourite ciggies have increased. Meaning happy hour are much less happier now that they have to pay more for it. And you wonder why smuggling is such a huge business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow, some kid are thinking what the world has become.. why isn't it like what they have heard in bedtime stories and tall tales, where the world is a magical, happy place? Instead it's pretty much a ugly ugly world? Someone out there are wondering why the term 'real world' is used to define people living in poverty, countries having war with each other, people are just bunch selfish creatures, and there's no such thing as humanity?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly looking at rainbow are not as pleasing as it did the last time... sigh~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-112831185294639038?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/112831185294639038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=112831185294639038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112831185294639038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112831185294639038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/10/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere Over the Rainbow'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-112807075686275863</id><published>2005-09-30T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T16:59:16.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric.. is weird~~~~~</title><content type='html'>This happened during the dinner buffet we had last Saturday at IOI Resorts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Eric : Hey Ho, you know the last time I had a weird dream....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yeah? What is it about??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric : Well its about us actually.. we were 'doing' it and then suddenly someone came and shoot the shit out of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : .................. What the fuck???!!! You sick gay bastard! What the hell... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric  : Hahahahahahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Holy shit... that guy freak me out sometimes.. me, the guy who usually freak people out.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/eric1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/eric1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric in all his gayness freakiness... Look at that sick face!.. Ewwwww~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/eric2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/eric2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy shit! I'm keeping 20 feet radius from that freak... the horror~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note : Eric is not gay! he is just weird.... O_O. Oh by the way girls, he's single (and me too!!) so if you're into weird funny guy ( that describe me too!! ). Contact me by E -mail and I'll arrange a date between you and Eric ( or maybe me if you want! =] ). Guys need not apply.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-112807075686275863?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/112807075686275863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=112807075686275863&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112807075686275863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112807075686275863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/09/eric-is-weird.html' title='Eric.. is weird~~~~~'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/buffet/th_eric1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-112798268196910973</id><published>2005-09-29T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:05:08.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny - Beng-ify!!</title><content type='html'>I went to cut my hair on last Tuesday and thought of having different hairstyle for a change.. So I went in, took my seat and say the line that are not suppose to be said by anyone who went to cut their hair but they said it anyway because they want a change but couldn't think of any hairstyle that suits them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cut however you like..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after half an hour of snippings and scrappings... my hair turn into this....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/newhair3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/newhair3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WWooaahhhh!! I looked Ah Beng liao!!! The Ah Lian hair stylish later suggested that i dye my hair gold (what's with ah bengs and ah lians with their golden dye anyway??). Hell no I ain't gonna do that!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, I'll be selling DVDs on chee cheong gai there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/newhair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/newhair2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But come to think of it.. I kinda like the hair... well.. its easy to manage and doesn't look all that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/newhair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/newhair1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I noticed that I really have a sinister smile... damn I looked scary when I smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No wonder a kid ran away crying for her mummy when I smilled at her.. sigh~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15065375-112798268196910973?l=hteekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/feeds/112798268196910973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15065375&amp;postID=112798268196910973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112798268196910973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15065375/posts/default/112798268196910973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hteekay.blogspot.com/2005/09/kenny-beng-ify.html' title='Kenny - Beng-ify!!'/><author><name>hteekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10888399036414375356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b24/hteekay/15%20sept/Picture104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15065375.post-112789205160889280</id><published>2005-09-28T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T08:59:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of Bob ( In malay!! muahahaha!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"Hi , saya Bob. Apa khabar?"&lt;/span&gt;. Bob memperkenalkan dirinya kepada pekerja pekerja lama di syarikat yang terletak di KL. Bob asalnya datang dari Kota Kinabalu Sabah dan dia datang ke KL sejak dua minggu yang lalu dengan hasrat untuk menuntut ilmu.Tetapi disebabkan masalah kewangan, Bob terpaksalah mencari kerja dahulu untuk menampung hidupnya dan untuk membiayai kos pembelajarannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Hi Bob, pertama kali datang ke KL?"&lt;/span&gt; tanya salah seorang pekerja di situ. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"Ya."&lt;/span&gt; dijawabnya Bob dengan senyuman selambanya. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"Saya masih belum dapat menyesuaikan diri dengan suasana di sini. Semua orang bergerak begitu pantas dan kelihatan mengejar masa. Traffiknya juga.. haiz...teruk. Saya juga tidak pernah alami jerebu seteruk ini. Mahunya saya ada penyakit ashma, saya sudah lama mati.. hahahaha.. ha... "&lt;/span&gt; Bob cuba membuat lawak jenaka tetapi nampaknya ia tidak berhasil. Senyum tertawa yang diharapkan Bob tidak muncul tetapi diganti dengan pandangan yang diselabuti kebencian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "HUH.. kalau tak berpuas hati dengan KL sangat, buat apa datang sini? Baliklah pegi kampung kamu tu!! Datang sini merampas kerja kita saja!"&lt;/span&gt; Kata hampir kesemua pekerja yang dilahirkan di KL itu. Semangat untuk mempertahankan maruah tanah lahir sendiri kini kian membuak-buak dalam diri mereka. Mereka ingin meluahkan isi hati mereka tetapi membatalkannya kerana terfikir yang Bob akan bekerja dengan mereka dalam jangka masa yang panjang dan tidak ingin sebarang kelahi muncul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Bob ni orang apa? bahasa melayu Bob tidak seperti apa percakapan orang dari Sabah je.. Orang Iban ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bukanlah, saya orang cina. Er..sebenarnya Orang Iban datang dari Sarawak, bukan dari Sabah.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jawab Bob dengan senyuman. Jelas Bob kelihatan sedikit tersinggung dengan pertanyaan tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"Apalah..takkanlah sampai sekarang masih tidak dapat bezakan orang Sarawak dengan Sabah? Kamu ini orang Malaysia ke apa hah?"&lt;/span&gt; menjerit hati Bob. Memang mudah difahami perasaan Bob. Sejak datang ke KL, dia terpaksa memperbetulkan kenyataan Orang KL terhadap orang Sabah dengan Sarawak. Bob sudah cukup muak dengan terpaksa menjawab setiap orang KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"Lepas ini sah mereka akan tanya pasal.."&lt;/span&gt; Kata dalam fikiran Bob. Sebelum dia dapat menghabiskan ayat tadi. Salah seorang pekerja lama itu menanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Eh. Saya tak pernah pegi Kuching lah.. dengar kata masih ada orang tinggal atas pokok..betulkah?hahahahha!"&lt;/span&gt; Ketawanya disertai oleh semua pekerja - pekerja yang lain kecuali Bob.&lt;br /&gt;Bob rasa cukup marah dengan pertanyaan tadi. Sudah ketara itu bukannya pertanyaan tetapi hanya untuk memperlikan orang yang datang dari bahagian Barat Malaysia. Memandangkan KL adalah ibu kota Malaysia. Ia diberi perhatian dahulu dari kerajaan untuk membangunkannya. Ini menyebabkan bandar - bandar dari negeri yang lain jauh ketinggalan darinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"HUH.. kurang ajar betul. Kalau bukan kayu kayu balak dari Sabah dan Sarawak, kau ingat KL boleh jadi begini??!!"&lt;/span&gt; fikir Bob. Bob pernah terdengar kenyataan ini dari ibubapa dan juga cikgunya. Dia tidak tersangka yang dia akan terfikirkan perkara ini. Memang dari dulu lagi orang - orang dari Sabah memikirkan ke mana semua pendapatan dari kerja pembalakan itu pergi. Satu hutan demi satu hutan dibersihkan tetapi tidak kelihatan hasilnya. Apa yang tinggal hanya tanah kosong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"Ya kami memang masih tinggal atas pokok lagi, dan kami dapat internet pun dengan menyambung dahan dahan macam kabel telefon."&lt;/span&gt; Jawab Bob dengan disertai ketawa dari pekerja pekerja lama itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi, semundur mana pun kita, kita masih tidak macam kamu yang suka 'makan' anak sendiri."&lt;/span&gt; Bob sambung dan semua orang terdiam. Nampak jelasnya keadaan yang tidak menyenangkan wujud di antara Bob dengan rakan sekerjanya yang baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this situation really happened in our country? I can gladly says it didn't happened to me. 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